Jaquie is a fairly ordinary looking woman a reasonable figure & nicely rounded. By her own admission she would say that she had often been called a tart. She told us that she was not a tart ( yeah right) but she did like her oats and would take what she could get. Here is her tale. * I used to work in a bank, I won't tell you which one, enough to say it wa...
Manila was at the cafe with some of his coworkers, having a coffee and a few laughs. Born in Philippines but living in Madrid now for several years, he liked it here much better than at home. The cafe sat across the street from a hostel that many tourists would use to stay on the cheap, he and his friends often came here to check out some of the European and...
Disclaimer: The following is all fictional (probably) and shouldn't be taken as an account of real events (possibly). Monica Seles couldn't believe it. She was at the top of her game since the stabbing in Germany and had been beating Stefi Graf in this match until the German had somehow managed to up her own game remarkably. Monica was one of the players...
For the life of her, Annette could not fathom her boyfriend’s fascination with her asshole. It was another Saturday night; they’d decided to spend it in. Much better to play their naked games than to hang out in a bunch of smoky bars and nightclubs, spending money and not having much fun. Instead, Annette was deliciously nude, leaning over the sofa with her...
Frank rang the doorbell at exactly 8 PM. He was not a man that was late or unprepared for nearly any situation and pushing that bell was the culmination of two months of planning and preparation. While he waited for an answer his mind allowed a few extraneous bits of doubt to surface. Was there anything that he had overlooked? He was sure of himself, how abo...
Cindy has been a tenant for several months now and was a regular at the pool where she turned the heads of all the men and some of the women. Cindy's story starts out over a year ago in another town. She had just turned 18 and had gone out with some girl friends to celebrate. The bar was packed and she loved to dance and well tease the males a little. She w...
For the last year I had lived a cross from a Goth bar. "The Den" as it was called seemed to be a pretty happening place. Every night many strange creatures of the night lined up to get in what seemed to be a very busy bar. My apartment had a balcony that faced the bar so I would sit out some nights and just watch the scary people. Never quite understood dres...
(A/N: This is the 3rd part of a continuing story. While it can be read on its own it makes more sense if you read the first 2 parts, which can be found under my profile. I would also like to thank C for being my muse and inspiration. Without her this would have never happened) * She woke to bright sunshine coming through the windows. She stretched and gas...
I arrive home and we greet each other with a hug and kiss that leaves no doubt that each of us has thought of the other all day. Your hair bounces around your shoulders and frames your smiling face. You press your body into mine and tell me how much you missed me. You softly touch my beard and then bring your fingers under my nose...and I immediately smell y...
The outward appearance of a forty year old divorcee (of one year) should not differ from any other woman -- provided she does not let herself go, but inwardly there are many physical and mental factors that do make her different. With a 16 y/o daughter to keep, it was necessary to find a more lucrative job, which I have done, and more personal needs have be...