3:17 AM. You hate being late. My hallway is dark, but you knew that already. You pass the chair I always throw my coat over when I walk in the front door after work. The blue one. It was a gift from my mother. I have to call her. You know that because I always call her on Wednesday mornings before work but after my shower. While I watch the news. Channel 9....
"Okay, hold still." Besame grinned at Wilton, and leaned over and lightly touched the lit cigarette against Wilton's hard cock. Wilton tried desperately to hold still. God, she's so hot, with that spiky green hair, and the little T-shirt that looks like it's painted on. The burning ember grazed his penis, and Wilton bit his tongue to keep from screaming. B...
The is a new story I just started, between the same Guy known as Venge but this time a different woman. Some one he knows by the name of Satavia. I hope you guys and gals enjoy this one. * It was a decent night to do a bit of working out, Satavia figure she would head to the Dojo that was across from the castle that was on her close friend's land. He was...
Oil Field Techniques Turn Her On We entered the bedrooms as always. Edith disappeared in her bedroom to change into her nightie. I went in the guest bedroom and removed my clothing. In a departure from routine, I waited for her standing at the foot of the bed. Edith was in her 60s and I had decided to change my technique. Instead of treating her like a lad...
I just love my life, mind if I say that? I really do... Everyday is filled with pleasure, it seems, from when I wake in late afternoon until I drift off, exhausted, sometime round dawn. And to think I was so...scared when it all began. I remember I was sitting in the quad outside my last college class, reading a book and sneaking a cigarette, after band pr...
I sit here waiting for her to get home. When she gets here I have a surprise for her. I hear the tires crunch in the gravel. My cock gets semi hard knowing what I have planned for her. She walks through the door and throws her keys on the counter, rifles through her mail. I let out a little cough. She screams as she turns around, then sighs as she sees its m...
Shannon Brennan was a handful. The pretty 63-year-old blonde was best friends with Terry's grandmother, Linda, and would often drop by unannounced for a "quick little drink," as she'd put it, which was anything but quick or little, pounding down scotch by the glassful and staying longer than Terry or his grandmother would like. The 19-year-old college stude...
Quietly we enter your room. I shut the door behind us and lock it. As you stand in front of me, I can't help but to admire your beauty. Tonight you have worn your blue ADIDAS running shoes without socks. As my eyes trace up your leg from your feet, I see you are also wearing white shorts and a tank top. You are a sight to see! I set my back at the foot of t...
I had just sat down at the picnic table in the local park, when I heard a noise that caused me to turn around and look. I thought I was the only one at the park that morning, but apparently not. Hoping to do a little bird photography but looked like maybe not. I sipped my coffee with a disgruntled look on my face. A young woman walked past me. She put on s...
This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...