Chapter One On my 25th birthday, I gave myself the best present ever: I retired. Yes, that kid too small to play sports in high school, who had to avoid bullies by hiding in the computer room during lunch, that kid who learned to crack open off-the-shelf programs to rewrite their code for local businesses -- yeah, that kid made enough money in 10 years to...
I stood behind her; one hand explored her large breasts and pinched the hard nipples while the other slipped easily in and out of her wet pussy and onto her clit. My wife had always looked good in heels and the stilettos she wore made her just a little taller than me. My fingers traced along her black stocking tops, along the garter straps, back across the l...
6: Pussy galore. For some reason, the final session of the week with all four of us together was to take place at my bungalow. Which wasn't the original plan at all. But, well, things, you know, kind of just ended up happening this way. The distractions of the day had passed and the evening belonged to just our little gang of insatiable sexpots. We had arr...
The following week there was an unexpected bump in my road to sexual happiness when Olly's dad had to change shifts and could no longer take me home. It was good timing in a way though as his mum was starting to look at me very suspiciously, and the last thing I wanted was to be 'the other woman' in a row between them. I mean, sex was all I was interested in...
Having just hung her skirt on the hook in the changing booth of the clothing store, Carol stood naked save her bikini panties. "Carol?" The voice boomed like the speaker were using a bullhorn. Immediately, a lump formed in Carol's throat. A million thoughts raced through her mind. Who was calling her? Who even knew she was there? What did they want? Then,...
Meet Sadaf Zarif, a fifty-year-old Persian Muslim woman originally from the City of Tabriz, Iran, who spent most of her life living in the continental U.S. until her life changed. Fate prompted Sadaf to move to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and the bold, adventurous gal is now exploring Canada's norms and mores with her own unique style and aplomb, as they sa...
I put on a provocatively erotic purple playsuit with tiny strips to cover my nipples and an only slightly wider strip over my sex trench, stepped out onto my poolside deck, arranged a large towel, slipped off my high heels and lay back on the recliner, feeling my nicely tanned body soak up the lovely California sunshine. On the table next to me I placed a l...
Suzette was totally unaware of the seething hunk of man standing on his patio, the one above hers, she was sitting in a corner of hers, happily puffing away on a joint, enjoying the waves of relaxation that washed over her. It was a very warm June Friday evening and she was beginning the weekend the best way she knew how when she was alone.....she'd get hig...
Kim Zolchiak stared at her reflection in the mirror. The tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Caucasian gal smiled at herself. She was a skinny blonde-haired white chick. Supposedly the epitome of beauty in the eyes of most Americans. Most people thought she was hot and she knew it. And she was also married to a wealthy man and lived in Atlanta, one of the Amer...
Please note, all parties involved are over 18. * You are a student at the age of consent, dressed in a white blouse, lacy white bra, pleated short skirt, no panties, and white socks. You have been called in to my office because you have been under suspicion of smoking and even worse, of possible sexual activities, with boys and girls. I am the Headmaster...