Fanning her face with a folded up old newspaper, Riley tried to cool her heated skin. Not a hint of air came through the dusty old screen even though the window was open all the way. "What did I tell you, Riley? I said not to put your money into this . . ." Ignoring the rest of her grandmother's complaint, Riley just nodded. If a light bulb went out, the...
Kylie got off as much on the secrecy of her private sex life as she did from the sex itself. Ever since she'd started fucking with the hired help she'd felt young and beautiful again. Her husband Steve had been obsessed with pool maintenance lately and a constant string of young, hot, taut bodies had been parading through her backyard on a regular basis. Kyl...
Ever since I moved into my house, I've become painfully aware of how little skill I have in home repair and maintenance. As a result, I've developed a wonderful fantasy that has taken many twists and turns over the years. It is a frequently recurring fantasy over which that I have spent much time daydreaming, and night dreaming too about each arousing detail...
I first got the idea after talking with a friend at work. Larry, who works in the institutional sales unit, and I were out for a drink on the way home from work. A few drinks, several hot looking women in the bar, and the topic of conversation turned to sex. “How are you and MaryAnn getting along,” I asked. Larry had been married to MaryAnn for five years no...
Her heart throbbed in her chest and she was wet between her legs. It was a shaky couple of hours, waiting for that damn repairman to get here. Mari used the number given to her by her doctor to call an air conditioning repairman, and judging from the voice on the phone and how the doctor had talked about this person, Mari figured she could get a special disc...
Author's note: If the "N" word upsets you give this one a pass. * These afternoon card games are getting out of hand thought Karen as her fingers slipped under the table, her cards forgotten. First one finger, then two as listened to her friend Becky. The fingers slid in easily, her pussy already wet from the visions that Becky's story conjured up. She cou...
All of these stories were written by my wife and parts are based on actual experiences. We brought my sewing machine to the local repair shop. It was so much more convenient than sending it 40 miles out of town to the authorized repair center for service. The repairman and my husband appeared to be about the same age but the repairman, Marty, was a little...
It was a dangerous game they were playing and if caught they would surely pay the consequences. She had only worked at the office for a year but already knew her way around the higher ups and she knew if found out she definitely would be terminated. He had been a CEO of the company for the last four years and he knew what his price would also be. Their aff...
Ken had begun to regret his idea. Sherry had always been a little too smug for his tastes, and he had taken the opportunity to teach his slave a lesson. The bet had been simple, and Ken had been overconfident. His computer had taken a turn for the worse, and would not even turn on. Ken had brought it to a computer repairman, and was given the bad news. The c...
(All the characters in this story are at least18 years of age. Well actually they are all fictional, but they are fictional and at least 18) I gave the DVD player a satisfying smack, but the disk was still jammed. It was official; I now had a new definition of bad, having your DVD player break when you are sitting on the couch sans pants with a ¾ erection....