The next morning was a Saturday so nether of us had class. I slept in as I normally do on weekends. When I rolled out of bed and headed for my morning pee, I could smell the fresh cinnamon rolls that Heather had apparently just pulled out of the oven. "Oh good you're up, care for a roll," she asked. Not that this was an uncommon thing for her to make enou...
We had arrived at the cottage earlier in the week, and had been enjoying our break. The leaves on the trees had been falling, their late autumnal colours so spectacular - gold, brilliant reds, deep browns, purple, dozens of different shades and shapes. The sun was still quite warm during the days. Although weak, it was warm enough that we didn't need jum...
(A true story continued from BBC Personal Ad No. 1) The reply to my computer e-mail containing pictures of my curvy wife's scantily-clad body along with a facial photo came the next day on a Friday. Early that morning, I checked my computer mail-box for messages received. I buzzed with excitement upon seeing the BBC Seeks WMW tag-line. Wondering what t...
Larry, my husband, was opening the second bottle of wine when he called out from the kitchen that he had been wanting to tell me something for the past week. My heart skipped a beat because it was not like him to keep things to himself for that long a time. I guess I had a tinge of guilty conscience from the episode with the insurance guy last week. But, wow...
It was just another morning in the Caribbean, May Louise sat out on the same deck she has done for over a week and a half now. It was near torture in this luxury, she was almost questioning marrying the cantankerous old miser Harold Cass despite his millions. May thanked God he was past wanting sexual relations, and merely enjoyed having a beautiful blonde...
Michelle and I didn't venture too far from the seats where Erin had left us for a good portion of the evening. That being our first time at an After Party, we were content on people-watching -- and sometimes animal-watching, depending on the costume -- and having people come to us to socialize. If it weren't for all of the furry, fuzzy, and feathery outfits...
Never in a million years would I have imagined that this could have happened to me. Well, let me begin by telling you a little about myself and maybe you’ll understand why I just had to get the news out. I’m an average looking, 37-year old short (5’1”), black female, brown hair, brown eyes, who has struggled with her weight for the past 15 years or so (now r...
"Really, Mr. Ballard, why should we bargain for something we already can get for free?" Mr. Smith asked. This wasn't going the way Stanley Ballard imagined! When he stepped through the doors of Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Smith, he had hoped to at least present his case. After all, weren't souls the most valuable thing a person had? Surely, they were wor...
Once upon a time in a kingdom by the sea—actually it was Asbury Park, New Jersey—there was a beautiful young maiden whose nickname was "Snow White." Her real name was Shelly White, but both the boys and the girls in her high school had called her "Snow White" because of her high sense of morals—and her refusal to put out. And everyone wanted her—at least al...
Chapter 01 – The Wedding (2004) Ashly was just the kind of girl every man dreamt of, except for one thing: she loved sex. She drank it in like a fish in the ocean. She has more curves than the autobahn and makes supermodels look sickly. Her breast stick out too far, and her ass was made for power-fucking while on her back or on her hands and knees, somethin...