The basement is where we have our games room. It has the pool table and a juke box. There are two old-fashioned pinball machines too. My husband found them and got them working. Also, there's a large screen television, where we can play DVDs or watch stuff on the internet. It's a fun place for my son and his friends. At least it used to be. They've all gon...
Mart's mind had been in a quandary as he'd lugged his worldly goods back on the short journey to Ackerman Street; the main reason he'd left his old flat was to get away from Wendy, yet she seemed to have more of a hold on him than ever. He was thankful that he could at least determine when he saw her, and he would try not to, though he was finding sex with h...
My name is Tom and I am an Australian guy. And just had to tell you all about the best sexual experience I ever had. I spent a couple of years living and working in London, sharing a 3 bed apartment with my best friend Jamie and his black friend Mick. I and Jamie worked together in the same department in a large company, working with several women of all a...
Anastasia stood wearily by the conveyor belt waiting for her luggage to appear. As she was grabbing her last bag she heard a high pitched scream behind her. There is only one person who screams like a banshee, Aunt Natalia. Ana turned around and spotted her aunt looking at her. "Anastasia, is that you?" Nat screamed running towards Ana. She braced herself f...
Sean stood for a long moment at the cliff face staring down at the ocean. It was just after nightfall and some remnants of the suns light still clung to the heavens. Only the brightest stars were already making themselves known in the heavens and the moon had yet to rise over the distant horizon. A pleasantly warm breeze blew inland driving back the cold cre...
He turned her, nuzzling her neck, his breath warm, his mouth even warmer as he kissed her skin. "You want it, don't you?" he murmured in her ear, his hands sliding down over her breasts, her hips and thighs as he rubbed his crotch against her tight ass. She whimpered, her head falling back to rest on his shoulder. "Please..." she whispered, shivering as his...
It seemed like such a good idea at the time. I was close to failing science and Mrs. Tavorski was such a good teacher that when she offered to tutor me after school, I had to say yes. At first, everything was fine, it was boring high school science review and Mrs. Tavorski was a good teacher, my problem was mostly paying attention to the material (I still th...
I'm assuming if you're reading this, you've read part 1 to get the gist of where I was at... After Maggie passed, it took me a good spell to get my head back in the right place. A number of women served as a distraction over this period of course, but it wasn't until I started to get my focus right that I came across Mistress J. Now it may surprise you...
Two Children and Eight Years Later. An Interpretive Dance Taking on the responsibilities of being a mother puts everything else away in a closet so to speak. Just finding time to ourselves seemed to be a thing of the past much less any thought of me putting on any private performances. My preference for being outdoors in something skimpy didn't entirely...
Ever get caught fucking somebody? Or, to be accurate, trying to fuck somebody. I did and the consequences were certainly a major revelation. I'd been dating Sheila Anderson through most of our senior year at high school and although I'd managed to finger-fuck her a few times, she had drawn the line there. Much to the agonizing frustrations of my eighteen-ye...