If you take the back road between Belfast and Londonderry, you will go though a small town called Glenshane pass. In that town lives a man with a very, very ugly scar. I know, because I gave him that scar. I had just returned from R and R (read A soldiers Tale -- Home on leave) and was waiting in Belfast Airport for some army transport to collect me. I wa...
Kathrine studied her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a blue, ball gown with matching gloves and heels. her hair was up and back, accenting her bare, well defined shoulders. Her makeup was already pristine, completing the picture of a very beautiful girl. She had a problem though: she had bought this dress for prom before trying it on, and now, ten...
I sat at in my classroom. My middle finger traced my bulging pussy lips through my black panties while a hundred eyes watched. My frozen hand is thawed by the heat radiating from my sex and thick thighs surrounding it. It was always ice cold in this building but for some reason, the temperature in my classroom made the rest of the building seem warm. The air...
I awoke with a scream, yet another nightmare ripping me from much needed sleep. They were becoming too much of a habit, but I'd found my own way for dealing with them - to walk it off. I slipped out of the warm comfort of my bed and into the crisp coolness of my fitted black t-shirt and baggy gray cargo pants - my favorite clothes, they sat right at my hips,...
PLEASE RATE if you aren't pleasuring yourself too much! ;) Monique squeezed her 32-C (almost D) breasts together and jumped slightly. They jiggled sexily in the mirror. Aaaah.. Not too big, not too small. She backed up to her bed and sat. She started rubbing her clit, causing her ultra-easily excited pussy to become automatically wet. She moaned, but held o...
She reads the ad one last time, nervously licking her parched lips. So this is what desperation breeds, an ad for sex. She hits the enter key and waits to see the confirmation code, logging back in she hits the, Yes I'm Sure button. It should read, Yes I'm Sure I Want to Meet a Lot of Crazy Men. She pours another glass of wine, maybe the empty bottle has a...
After I finished college in the early 90s in East Asian Studies, I decided that I wanted to go to work in Tokyo. My first job was at a large mercantile trading company with a huge headquarter office in the central business district. The office was traditionally configured in a large open plan with more senior staff by the windows and new recruits like me arr...
I dated this good-looking chick Gina back in the mid-80s. She was a pint-size blonde with small, firm tits never encumbered by a bra and an absolutely perfect ass. Frankly, she was not a great suck or fuck, and didn't have an exactly effervescent personality, but she thought I set the sun, and she sure loved to fuck at least once a day, so I hung with her fo...
Before I met you I'd never heard of a wedgie fetish, the thought of it when you finally mentioned it, not only made me curious, but also very nervous. I didn't know what you mean by that, as far as I knew wedgies were for embarrassment or to hurt someone, something bullies did to people to make them feel small. Which now makes sense to me, during sex you lov...
Trevor's eyes slowly opened and he took in his surroundings, trying to recall the night through the haze of primal lust. He was in The Phoenix's quarters at the Templar Estates, and he was supposed to be killing her. Phoenix's head nuzzled gently against his chest, still lost in her dream, as Trevor heaved a sigh, unsure if he could go through with his task...