Here I am, on an isolated beach laying on the warm sand partly clad with just the bottoms of my bathing suit on. The sun was beaming down the hot rays on my back while my head laid resting on crossed hands soaking up all the sun as possible for the afternoon was coming to an end. It was very peaceful and quite except for the ocean waves which was going bac...
Brush My Hair:...A Never-Ending Tale It was sundown, and shadows of trees coming in through windows lay on oak flooring. The bed was still neatly made with white eyelet comforter on goose down mattress, plush pillows in abundance thrown at the intricately carved cherry headboard. He was stretched out across the bedding, fully dressed, propped up on one elb...
I had been doing consulting work for a local Realtor as such was having to work after hours. The work I was doing could not be done because the agents needed the resources during normal business hours. This agency had several older attractive women on staff and they were always telling tales about their sex lives. At first I was uncomfortable hearing then ta...
May 24, 2009 The Cosmic Ray Incident Book I The Orign of Micro Wave Man & Punk Rocker Prologue Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional...
As normal she was doing her rounds on the ward. Samantha was incredibly bored at the moment, it was the night shift and there was very little to do. Once she'd finished she left for home. At home she started to run a nice warm bath. She looked in the mirror, her nurses uniform clung tightly to her womanly figure. The uniform had never fit her properly; it al...
It was definitely one of the more interesting weeks of work I’ve ever had. All I could think about was the contest and what I thought everyone was going to act like once I had them in bed. I enjoyed the night I shared with Trudy. I had masturbated to her so many times, I couldn’t believe I actually fucked her. It was about what I thought it was going to be l...
Tim "the toolman" Taylor and his wife Jill had a normal married life. Jill was satisfied with Tim in spite of Tim spending more time with this tools rather than with Jill. Her three sons were growing up into strapping young men. Brad and Randy were already on their way to college and Mark, the youngest son, also not much behind his brothers. Jill noticed t...
(oil painting by Jaisini) Wet Dream, an oil painting by Jaisini, in terms of exploration of own sexuality, dreams, or nightmares, belongs to a human traditional need for personal revelations. The imagery of the work is of a usually Jaisinesque theme that is not to be a statement or an illusion, but which summons the emotions. In Wet Dream, the feelings of...
Jake clapped his hands and everything slowed "Lets give a big hand for Mrs B everyone; she truly is a magnificent cunt in every sense of the word!... I know we've all made a great investment decision with Mrs B". Wet hands eased out of Mrs B's cunt with a pop and there was loud and generous applause for her from all corners of the room... "And now, the momen...
Joey was roused from his sleep by a knock on his bedroom door. "What do you want?" he screamed. "Come down to the living room" the voice on the other side of the door said. Joey groggily stood up from his bed. He had a splitting headache the result of his and his pals late night drinking session. As Joey got out of his room walking like a zombie towards t...