One moment, Vanessa was walking down the entrance area of the exclusive hotel with a happy, satisfied look in her eyes. She had been more than successful in entertaining Erickson and his friends. And she had loved every second of the hard rough fucking they had dished out to her. But the next moment, she was suddenly in Trey's vice grip. The bellboy pulled...
Emma walked out of the hotel into the warmth of the Parisian night. She was looking for a bar, just somewhere to sit and read her novel over a glass of wine or two. But she was also looking for some less innocent fun. She had felt horny all day; only that morning Tom had buggered her over the desk in her office and had left her with an itch in her arsehole a...
Sam was not sure what had made him decide to bring the skinny little brunette back to his apartment. She had come on to him at the party and made it clear that she wanted to fuck. There were more attractive prospects at the party. This one was boyishly skinny with no hips to speak of and little more than bumps were her tits were supposed to be. She was almos...
I had lived next door to Nafula for over ten years. Originally from Kenya, she had been met her future husband Ken whilst he was vacationing in Africa some ten years previously and then moved back to England with him in the early nineties. We had all been friends for a long time, dining at each other's houses quite regularly and even sharing a holiday togeth...
NOTE: As with previous stories of mine, this is mostly about anal sex with a fair amount of explicit scat and watersports thrown in. And if you're from the US, then remember than in the UK a 'fanny' is a pussy and 'ass' is a beast of burden. "Please Tom. Can't she just stay for a couple of weeks until she gets herself sorted out?" "I don't think it's a goo...
We had just finished dinner, I was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen. Didi and I had a romantic meal with lots of wine and were about to finish up when Red showed up. He was in town and said he might stop by. I was thinking about him all day since he had called, thinking about our nasty love history and how unbelievably sated he made me feel, doing thing...
Dear Vinnie, it's been a long fucking time, huh. I don't know if it's been too long or not long enough, but whatever. I also don't know how to begin this, other than to just come right out and say it: I'm an alcoholic. I mean, you probably knew that fourteen years ago when you spent all those many nights carrying my fat ass to the car because I was too plas...
I let out a sigh as i walk into my house. "Empty as always." I muttered to myself, as i walk towards my kitchen. I wasn't really in the mood to cook anything big and fancy, so i just made some noodles. I went to the living room, and sat down on my couch. I turned on some TV, it was some stupid run of the mill sitcom but whatever. It will do for now...
I guess in some ways I'm a typical married guy in one respect. The statistics that I choose to believe (there are others that I don't) say that about sixty percent of married American men cheat on their wives at least once during their marriage. I had my episode about the time of the "seven year itch," and I luckily escaped without too much damage. I came cl...
I was at Tessa's house, she was a short 5 foot 4 girl with dyed silver hair. Tessa wasn't very popular so she hung out with me quite a bit. I was a 6 foot brown haired guy who no-one really noticed. I had only one friend and that was Tessa. We've known each other since we were 15 and 14, and we've been close since. She and I usually met up at her house, an...