I have this fantasy... I'd be there, in your town, living in a little apartment somethere, working at a job, taking care of myself and business. Nobody but you and I knowing that the reason I turned down very flirtation, every hungry, lusty eye, every offer for dinner or a movie, was because I belong to you. I'd love, when we chatted in room, knowing that...
At the time I was living in Paris and on sheer whim, I decided to go to Amsterdam for the weekend. I thought to myself, "what better place to act out my fantasies than in Amsterdam?" I packed some of my slutty clothes. I decided on my slutty cowgirl outfit complete with flannel top, jean skirt, white mask, cowgirl hat and my favorite pair of boots, black vin...
"Please, don't," she whispered in my ear as she clutched the back of my head firmly in her hands. I shifted slightly, placing more weight on my right knee, and drove my cock back into her as deeply as humanly possible. I felt her tighten her legs a little higher on my hips allowing for deeper penetration on my part. We were both soaked in sweat. I increased...
Almost all married couples start out intending to remain faithful to each other forever. It's in your wedding vows and it's actually the point of getting married; to have a monogamous relationship. This excludes the open marriage and wife swapping crowd, obviously, but the average marriage is all about fidelity. Despite this, every married couple has a jok...
Part 1 Triston and Alexa caught the last bus to their destinations. Alexa was going home to Trilly to her mate. Triston was going home to what he hopes to his mate as well. They both were looking for Jen, Triston's love. She has disappeared into the night without even a note left to let Triston know what was going on. The first person he contacted after the...
This robbery is going great, you think to yourself. The bank guard, an old man, never noticed the interaction with the teller. The teller fills the bags fast after you hand her the note. You quickly turn from the counter and make for the door. This is where bad luck sets in. You bump into a large man walking in the door, slowing your exit. The teller yells,...
With apologies to Helen Macdonald. Just seventy some centimetres south from her neck is an area I have come well to love. The bracken fens nearby, damp, inviting, curling, concealing. That hidden reclusive ravine, holding all that is lovely and beckoning in the feminine world. Yet just below, often fearfully neglected, cradled by two rounded smooth hills...
The Holiday Weekend Catie and her lover drive to the Jersey shore where Gail has a 30 foot cabin cruiser. They pick up a stiff male crew and fuck the rest of the day. They shamelessly wear revealing bikini bathing suits and attract a crowd wherever they go. They hitchhike back to the boat with a SUV full of black men and Catie goes black. Catie tells Micha...
This is my own sequel to the story "Something We Have To Talk About" by nici. As you can see, it's a bit different from her conclusion to it. Susan will learn a hard lesson in the process. I am also borrowing SEVERUSMAX's idea in the next chapter of using the theme from the Bonnie Raitt "Let's Give 'Em Something To Talk About" for Jonathan and a new woman. I...
Over the years just imagine how many times we've said, either to ourselves or our friends, I wish I could fuck her. The choices have no boundaries as to who we would love to fuck, maybe the girl next door or even a Hollywood legend. Just as we all say we would love to win the lottery, wishing to fuck someone unapproachable is harmless whimsical fun & somet...