I still remember my first time doing it. I had just got back from school and was locked out of the house. "Damnit," I thought. All I had to do was pee. Actually all I had to do was piss like Niagara. The bus ride home had nearly killed my bladder and I thought it was all coming out every time we hit a bump. So there I was, cross legged and bobbing like an id...
Janet and Anne, two of the first apartment wrestlers that came to public attention, had fought a brutal battle in 1974, leaving the defeated redhead, Anne, vowing never to fight again. Janet continued fighting, earning no small respect from the AHW crowd. With the tenth anniversary of that first publicized fight fast approaching it seemed like a god time to...
Do you have an unusual interest? Do other people's lack of understanding make you feel weird about it? Do you wish there were other people who felt the same way you did about these things? If you are such a person, then I think I have a tale for you. My name is Trevor and I am a man with a rather unusual interest, some might say fetish, and I've gone to grea...
Barb called me at my office around 11:30 and told me to wear the sexiest outfit I could assemble. She promised to pick me up at six o'clock sharp. We had spent a lot of time together over the past six days and since my wife and kids would be home the next day she had planned a special night for us. Barb and I have been fucking all week and she said that she...
Boko Adewale grimaced as Miss Abdul-Hamid thrust her strap-on dildo into his ass. The big and tall young Black man struggled in his bonds but to no avail. Laughing, the matronly Arab woman smacked his face real hard while pounding his ass with her strap-on dildo. That's what Black studs like Boko Adewale get for having such cute asses. The first of the month...
It's late. The train is almost empty; the commuters long since tucked up on their expansive sofas with in their kaleidoscopic onesies holding oversized glasses of red wine and watching uninspiring programmes on their immense televisions. It's predictable, and they think their lives are hard. We've all heard the moaning: their boss, the length of their commut...
(Based on a true story... names have been changed to protect the innocent... or not so innocent, as the case may be.) It was the last night of our camping trip. We'd gone back to California to see my husband, Kirk's, family and friends. Most of his family had gone to bed, so it was just the younger folks out by the fire. We'd been drinking and tossing aroun...
She's wearing her new dress tonight. A short skirt. She's not used to the feel of a short skirt, so she has worn tights beneath them. Thin tights. It's Spring. Too warm for thick ones. They have had dinner, and are strolling in the approaching dusk in the park, talking about idle things, yet important things. Holding hands. There is certainly an electricity...
The BMA wasn't at all delighted with the mess that had been dumped on them, but couldn't find anything upon which to fault my actions or put any of the blame on me... but it didn't stop them from trying. They roped off the house for about a week and had lots of arc-tech gearheads going over everything with a fine toothed micrometer. They paid especial atte...
There are so many reasons this is wrong, but I can't bring myself to fight him and frankly, I'm not sure it would do any good. We were all out at a bar, milling among the knots of people, everybody except me becoming stupendously drunk. We all felt like rock-stars and the high spirits were almost tangible. I headed out to the porch to smoke in the cold, re...