Note: Please read part one first, as that this picks up right at the end of it. We just lay there for a while smiling at each other, when one of the crowd watchers hops up over the deck and says, “That was incredible! My name is Scott, perhaps if the two of you aren’t completely satisfied; I could help.” What nerve! Who was this prick to come up here an...
Clare's sexual journey continues. She is a small-town, beautiful, shy, 18-year-old music student, studying the cello at New York's Juilliard School of Music. She recently became an escort, stage name, Celeste, to finance her expensive studies. In previous episodes she lost her virginity to a wealthy client, experienced a new-age orgy, had sex with a butchy d...
I look in the mirror one last time to see how I look in my spaghetti strapped black cocktail dress. The dress has a deep v-neck that shows off my large c-cup breasts, and the body of the dress hugs my hour-glass figure, and the end of the dress comes right below my ass. My long black hair is shining as it falls down my back. The black four inch heels to make...
All of us have crossroads in our lives, when you either make a choice or a choice is made for you, and the resultant chain of events drags you into either Heaven or Hell, or maybe some wasteland halfway between. For me, it was the summer of 1999, the year I finished college and my parents announced they were going their separate ways: so much for the myth o...
I handed Andi her phone back after I completed my latest make-up text to Roy, sliding it across the table, slumped over my cheese fries. Andi went through her phone. I knew she was checking to see what I said. "Oh my God, give it back!" I reached for it, but she held it up, and read, "Miss you too, Roy-Roy. Can't wait to see you at the frat party this wee...
Vanderdecken's Cove was a strange place. Beautiful beach, calm blue water, but strange. Legend says it got its name from the infamous captain of Der Fliegende Hollander, said to have anchored here briefly before setting on the final leg of its cursed voyage. Strange occurrences plagued the cove for centuries: rock formations that appeared one day and disap...
"The clitoris you stupid little bitch! Concentrate on my clitoris... Then, if you're a good little Girl Scout I'll let you lick my brownie." ordered 50 year old platinum haired Mandy Collins, as she double pumped her Mores 120 cigarette. The voluptuous blonde soccer mom looked down at the young woman kneeling between her thighs. "You're so fucking lucky I'm...
The kitchen hadn't been quite its usual immaculate self. Not messy by any means...but the wine bottle, with an inch or so of white left, was still on the island - as were both glasses, one not quite empty. The playing cards were stacked for the box, but not back in the box. Little things like that. Evidently drawn by the smell of fresh coffee, my mother eme...
This adventure took place last year; I am 20 from Pune. When I was first introduced to porn I found older women to be my main attraction. There was something about having sex with a woman who was fully developed and had plenty of experience that turned me on like nothing else. My dream of being with a milf or cougar made interacting with girls my age extrem...
The following is another true story. It details the late night tale of me, my friend Kristy, a sloppy wet booty call, and a hilarous, not-so-clean escape from the scene of the crime. It was the dawn of a new millennium, and I was in-between girlfriends. I'd admittedly hit a dry spell: it had been several weeks since I'd last gotten laid, and I was getting p...