Helen had to be quick at finding excuses. It was something she had always been good at and her explanation for the theft of her bag and why she had taken to her bed early that evening matched the questions that Jack wanted to know. The theft was a quick snatch on her way to university that left her feeling depressed, and going home to bed was her way of forg...
Buttercup's skills extended far beyond the sensual as Sharon and Tracey became increasingly aware as they continued their tramp through the woods. It was she who told them how to orientate their progress on the map by reference to the position of the Sun and its height in the sky. This meant that they were able to get further away from the wall, which, as Bu...
Aaron and Renee are exhibitionists. And there's a swing club they go to occasionally that lets them show off -- and gives several others a chance to join in. The club has a group room. The rules of this room are simple. It's for couples only, and if you're in there, you are saying by your presence that you are willing to play with someone other than your s...
I tripped down the stairs and my dick fell in your sister. I'm not proud of myself. But I won't spout that 'it just happened' bullshit. I take full responsibility for my actions. I'm not dumb enough to try to sell my wife some flat out lie where I tripped down the stairs and somehow my dick landed in her little sister. Oops. Of course I am hoping the issue...
I was born and bred in small town Australia. Not quite the outback, but not far from it. The town had a High School, so was a reasonable size, but was fairly isolated. As with many such rural towns it was conservative, with much emphasis on hard work, clean living and sport. I was fine with the sport, but struggled with the first two. I'd wanted to get out o...
"Hi, Jeff. I don't know if you remember me." "Now, Ashley. You're being disingenuous." All right, I read. I know what disingenuous means. But who the fuck uses it in actual conversation? It is a word meant only to be used on the printed page. "Well." That could have meant anything. I didn't know. Let him figure it out. "I had a nice time studying with yo...
I was sitting at the food court exposing my six-pac, just to give the ladies a little treat. I know it turns them on to see all those rippling muscles in my belly, and hey, it's not against the law to have your shirt open. I really get off more by letting them see my Johnson but hey, you can get arrested for that. So anyway, this sexy broad just walks right...
Why is this happening now? How long do I have to figure this out before the opportunity is gone, possibly forever? Is it really an opportunity, or am I reading too much into it? This could be so embarrassing if I'm wrong. But it's been so long. As I leaned over to pick up my glass from the table I brushed against his arm. I didn't do it on purpose, but I m...
It is another cold Friday afternoon outside the gymnasium. The college wrestling team bus pulls into the parking lot. Kerri (27 yrs.) is a former "gents" magazine "sex kitten of the month" (38-24-36). She is sitting in her 4-door, black Mazda, sports car. Her right fingers turn up the heat inside. She wears a homemade, white wool sweater with no bra on under...
The name is Steeves Saint Morris. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Bolton, Connecticut. I'm originally from the Island Nation of Haiti and I'm finding America to be quite a thrill and a challenge. However, it's a challenge which I am happy to brave. My parents, Notre Dame University of Haiti Mathematics professor Anne Claude Sai...