I had a job selling door-to-door one summer in college. I won't say it was frequent, but it was definitely not uncommon—at least once a week--for a woman to answer the door wearing next to nothing. One I remember with clarity was a really good-looking brunette probably in her early- or mid-30s. She flung the door wide open, unusual it itself for any strang...
This is one of those stories where there really isn't a category to put it in. I thought about the humor category but unless you understand my dry sense of humor it wouldn't work so I had to settle on Non-erotic. Those of you who are close enough to me to really know me realize I have a weird thought process I have been known to come up with some really di...
---Part Seven - On Your Knees--- By late Saturday afternoon, the garage sale had run its course and the steady stream of eager pickers had dwindled down to nothing. It was impossible for me to focus on anything but the visit that had taken place earlier. Usually, I am the one to begin packing things into boxes for a trip to the donation center, but this tim...
This is a resubmission of my previous story that was submitted before anyone edited the mistakes. I want to thank my good friend Gerard Miller and my wife for their help in Editing my story. They unselfishly devoted their whole weekend at our cabin editing my story while I stayed home to work on my next story. Introduction: My wife has to complete with a...
I'm rather insecure. It's my looks. I don't have an hourglass figure, for example. My hips look like they belong on a man. It's called "slim hips" and women runners have them. I just call them ugly hips. My face is not especially pretty and my hair is in a permanent Jewfro, the type of tight curly hair Jews get that resembles genuine afros. On Blacks it can...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Thirty-Seven. 2016 July to December. (Late-June.) Dennis, forties. Tim, mid-twenties. I booked an appointment for a pre-sale valuation of my mother's antique furniture with what I'd been assured was a very reputable auction house. The valuer would also advise which of their f...
Sold! Number 28 was standing in a cage with 3 other female slaves waiting for their turn to be auctioned off. She could hear the auctioneer as he called out the bids on the slave taken from the cage a few minutes before. As number 28 stood there nervously, she reflected back on her path to this point in her life. She had been a relatively shy but normal 3...
I will love for everyone to give me a comment on my story about my sister. Even if I am in the wrong. I want all opinions. Sorry for my venting! ***** I have always thought my sister was the prettiest even though her weight was a BBW size weight. I was the skinny one even though now I am a BBW but not as much as my sister is. Her personality was what I wan...
I could feel the coldness of the stone balustrade against the skin on my back. I could hear myself panting, pleading with myself to cum. Henry's cock was pounding into me, my body pressed up against the wall, with one leg raised, I knew that any moment someone could appear, and see us fucking. But for that split second when my pussy pulsated, my whole lowe...
The morning after Master Kwan died, Tommy called the lawyer's office and found out which funeral home was handling Mr. Kwan's burial. He called the funeral home next and learned that Mr. Kwan had left orders to be cremated, and that there was to be no service or calling hours. He did manage to convince the funeral director to allow him to do a Buddhist serv...