My cell phones rings, it is you. "Hey, Babe, I thought you would be on your way to work." "I should be, but they are keeping my car in the shop overnight. Hubby is being the usual ass and says he is going out for beer with the guys instead of coming home to drive me. He said to take a taxi. I know he is going to fuck his big titted skank. Lover, I am alread...
"Why are you doing this to me?" She was gasping for air. His thick cock was reaching inside her. She could feel him pulsing through the thickness of her was and she was throbbing around him. How encouraging. "I already told you" he explained patiently as he moved inside her "I want to give you everything that you want." He took her by the hips then. He w...
I'll meet you in the early afternoon at the Starbucks just off I-25 on Montgomery. The parking lot is usually full, but if you circle around a couple times a space almost always opens up. I'll be waiting at a table near the door wearing a leather jacket, red shirt and drivers cap so you'll know me. We can chat for a few minutes to see if we hit it off. I don...
Here you are sitting at a table near Brad's Books in Winning Coffee. You have on that cute little outfit that you described to me in the email. And every guy who walks by nearly kills himself because he can't take his eyes off your legs. You're a little hesitant and not quite sure why you agreed to meet me. After that last time you swore that you'd never be...
The ceiling fan whirs overhead, stirring the heavy humid air. Idle thoughts fill my mind as I linger on the damp sheets, my long blond hair splayed out on the pillow about my face. The light cotton batiste gown clings to my skin revealing the curve and swell of my breasts while I stare at the ceiling. The strains of music filter in through the open windows,...
All characters in this story are consenting cheating bastards above the age of 18. Based on a true story, because I too have been a cheating bastard. Sorry. Not sorry! ***** It was only a matter of time... As soon as it's clear what we both want, there's no preventing it and neither of us really wants to, despite what's at stake. Your frustration and mi...
One of the most frequent questions I am asked as a practicing psychologist is how to tell love from infatuation, or harder still,"strong like." There are no easy answers when you are talking about a quality which defies any attempt at scientific definition. Nevertheless, here are some observations from one who has been there and back, and lived to tell about...
Nick and I had been seeing each other for six months at the same club. He was gorgeous, always wore tight trousers which showed off his slim thighs and round bottom, with some kind of casual top which went with his light complexion, lovely brown eyes and dark wavy hair. He was a lawyer, and didn't know how beautiful he was, with wonderfully dishevelled hairs...
The vibration in my pocket and the signature calling tune announced the arrival of a text from Lucy: "Train delayed 30 minutes, should arrive by 6.30pm. Please pick me up at the station. Don't be late I need your cock in me NOW." It was Friday night and the weekdays since we parted on Monday had passed all too slowly. The memories of our carnal explorations...
About eighteen months after she had moved back home, Debbie, my neighbour Rachel's daughter, was given a well earned promotion by her employer. With the significant increase in salary that came with her new position, she could afford the mortgage repayments on a place of her own, and with her mother's help, she put down a deposit on a small, but well appoint...