The shotgun blast ripped through my chest... I flew back into the dirt with a thud, but fired off a shot into Doc Holliday just before I died... After a few minutes Doc helped me to my feet. We brushed off the dirt and posed for pictures. Some people spend their summers at the beach. I spent my summer getting shot and killed four times daily— five on weeke...
We pass in the hall. Our eyes meet and I feel my nipples harden. I give a half smile and continue on. As I sit back down at my desk I can feel the juices build between my legs. My mind starts to wonder and I imagine you laying me down on my desk. You run your hands over my body and I moan in anticipation. Your hands stop at my knees and as you start to sli...
The next morning I dragged my confused and befuddled but well rested self into my office just off my bedroom. Work waited for no one, not even an oversexed bastard like myself. The guilt was hitting me hard as I got a cheerful email from Susan and it was hard to concentrate as I listened for any sound of stirring from the guest room. I knew I'd have to face...
Dinner was wonderful. The initial nervous laughter gave way in minutes to genuine enjoyment and the ease with which the comfort level rose, surprised them both. Of course the food was good but Steve was sure that by later in the evening he would not be able to even remember what he had ordered. His attention was focused on this beautiful feminine creatur...
Author's Note The is a true story based entirely on my experiences over this past summer but everyone's names have been changed. ***** I was looking forward to my internship at an advertising firm in California after Sophomore year and, living in the golden state during the summer would be a dream come true, especially considering that I'd be away from...
My husband and I have been married for about five years. I am a 26-year-old Caterer, my husband is 32 and has a corporate job. To be honest I'm not entirely sure what he does. When he starts talking about statistics I tune out. We are happy, but lately we have been a little stale in bed. It is always the same, I'm on my back he climbs on top. After he slid...
Chapter 1: Anticipation It had been more than a week since I had last been with Christine, since I had last kissed her lips, felt her body pressed against mine, tasted her sweetness. That may not sound like very long, but Christine is a very special woman who always leaves me simultaneously completely satisfied and yet hopelessly yearning for more. She is s...
It was almost 5:30PM on Thursday, which meant one thing for Adam: the weekly status call with the overseas development group. As a project manager for DevCo, Adam had to coordinate between the customer and development staffs, both at home and abroad. Lately, quality had been slipping and Adam had been given the project to salvage. In a normal week, these cal...
We were on the final leg of our journey back from a college trip, making good time until an accident closed the road in front. We were stuck in a long queue of traffic, not going anywhere, already half an hour had passed. There were only a few of us left, the students like myself who lived in the nearby village. It was getting dark quickly. My best friend...
All characters are 18. Please rate and comment. * I am 55 and teach introduction to accounting. Styles have changed skirts get shorter blouses get tighter and girls have fewer limits. One thing is consistent. All girls want cock as much as men want to give it. This was taught to me when I took this course. I was 18 shy awkward and the only man in the clas...