Dear Dirty Diary, Thanksgiving weekend all the Huntingdon stores started pushing their winter fashions, so Louise and I went shopping. Even with all the closet space in our new apartment, I had to do some fall-cleaning to make room. I dumped out my pantyhose and tights drawer on the bed beside my relaxing husband. Each pair I got rid of, Doug would pick up...
The day had been steamy...and on such a day our favorite spot to cool, lounge, caress and gently love was our “fucking rock.” That lovely bulge in the brook, quite close to shore, was Ma Nature’s gracious gift from eons of patient, tender surges; the kindly stream had nibbled, over time, at top and edges. No one could match that lovely woman’s beauty of crea...
Jon gasped at the pain of initial entry. Elizabeth did not move for several seconds, giving him time to adjust to the welcome intruder. She wanted their first time to be perfect pleasure for him, or as near to perfect as she could make it. He exhaled slowly, and closed his eyes, waiting. "I'm going to move a little farther into you now, Jon. Tell me if it is...
Chapter 20 17th-18th July On the edge The last night was pretty wild as it seemed that every lesbian in the resort wanted some. I was fucking almost continuously from nine O'clock until three. The demand was such that there was not a lot of privacy with two girls to a room or threesomes. A huge amount of alcohol and other substances were consumed and Madd...
Keeping to the shadows he progressed the last few hundred yards to the club entrance without being seen. He waited in deep shadow until a small group of patrons showed up. He tagged onto them, and deserted them once through the door, disappearing into the shadowy confines of 'The Pink Bar'. 'The Pink Bar' was not an Alpha-Primes first choice of establishmen...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my st...
My name is Jay and though I may not be the biggest stud there ever was, I still manage to get myself into enough interesting situations that it keeps me pretty happy with my sex life. I seem to have an unusual sense of timing when it comes to sex and trouble. Now I'll be truthful, I'm not movie star good looking but I'm not homely either, I manage to get my...
Heather felt very sexy as she walked onto the stage. She knew how the swimsuit flattered her small figure. The black maillot with its thin straps highlighted her svelte figure. She looked good. She knew she looked good, and the smiling faces of the audience validated her feeling. Men and women found her attractive. She took her position by the auctioneer and...
Edited by Poison Ivan Kitty Winslow had a dream-puss face, no doubt about it - big doe eyes, bee-stung lips, and baby soft skin. But it was her chassis that made her a real oomph girl, and Kitty Winslow didn't mind displaying that chassis. Her seamstress must have gotten real friendly to get that yellow dress to cling to every dangerous curve of Kitty's bod...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] If you ever watched NFL football on Fox a few years ago, or ever lived in the LA basin and watched a certain local station's weather babe, you know Jillian Barbarie. Thinking back to the 1950's and 1960's: In those days of yore, women would fight like demons to keep their...