Chapter One - I Don't Go To Church, Kneeling Bags My Nylons For as long as I can remember, I've always loved watching Mrs Cashmore walk to church. To be fair, I've always loved watching Mrs Cashmore do almost anything. But Sundays were special because she dressed for church. A tight figure-hugging suit with a skirt that was not immodest but it was moulded...
I first noticed them on the dance floor. They were a handsome couple, who appeared to be about my age. They danced well together; they must have known each other for a long time. The reason I noticed them was not because they were good looking, it was because they seemed to be checking me out. As they rotated during the slow dance, the one facing me would s...
"How'd you like to get hold of that?" Roger Goins asked as he stirred his fresh drink. Roger was one of those guys who always talked about strange pussy, but never seemed to make an attempt to get any. He was too pussy-whipped by his wife, Elaine, to take a chance. Me, I was on the look out all the time—but so was my wife, Shirley. It took about fi...
I was a college freshman going to a school about 200 miles from home in the North western part of Michigan. The college did not allow freshman to have a car on campus, so anytime that I wanted to go home for the weekend I either had to find a ride home with another student or hitchhike. This spring weekend in particular I decided at the last minute to hitch...
Chapter I: The Demo he card read "Friday, March 14, 8:00 PM, Residence of Cindy Schaefer." Tina stood outside her car, absently toying with the small business card. The wind played with her curly blond hair, blowing it carelessly over her tight red halter and teasing it across her small firm tits, bringing her nipples to life. Her short denim skirt rode hig...
AQToday I am a fully-fledged she-male, living with my girl friend Kim, who, to me, is the most beautiful girl in the world. We live as sisters to the outside world, but we are in fact passionate lovers. This whole true story started some 5 years ago, let us tell it to you. At that time I was a single guy, twenty-four years old with a very bachelor life sty...
I hate Darnell because he's this ridiculously huge fucking prison-yard-looking black guy. Total badass player. Owns a bar. Has money. An Escalade. Parties a lot. Loud and angry whenever he feels it's necessary. He scares the shit out of me a lot of the time. Not sure how stable he is. I never know what he's going to do next. Me on the other hand? I'm regarde...
Traci opened the door to the bar and stepped into its dimness. As she scanned the room she knew immediately she was over dressed for the place, but what the hell. She knew she looked good and that was what she needed right now. That and a stiff drink. She made her way to the long bar and slid onto a stool at the far end. She gazed at the glistening bottles...
"Why do you have to leave me now, John?" she whined, pouting her soft lips at me. "Can't you stay just a little longer? You won't be sorry. " She playfully lifted her short skirt and slowly ran her hands up the inside of each tanned thigh. She spread her slender legs apart, giving me an excellent view of her white lace panties as she traced her fingertips al...
Wendy woke with a splitting hangover. Robotically she got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She drank a glass of water to alleviate her dry mouth, started the shower and climbed in. Only then did she allow herself to recount what had occurred the previous evening, with her brother-in-law Conway. She took a deep breath as she recalled returning home, know...