I was eighteen years old when I met my wife. Our relationship was hot from the start; I was crazy for her, she was crazy for me. However, she wasn't the only one in her family that seemed to have feelings for me. It was cute at first when Erin and I discovered that her little sister Jenna had a crush on me. Jenna was only eight, so obviously this was an in...
This is my first submission! Hope it is okay! This is based on a true story with names and some details changed. This is part 1 of hopefully a story I can write out! ***** CHAPTER 1: Q&A My name is Todd. I am 5'8 Indian man. I am in college studying to go into the medical field. Every day, I commute to college, which is about a 40-minute drive fr...
Marie and I were sitting out in the backyard on a warm summer evening. We were sipping some wine as we enjoyed a soft breeze. As usual we were talking and laughing, savoring our time together. I leaned over to kiss her but was interrupted by the doorbell. I gave her a soft peck and went to answer the door. It was our new friend Bill from down the street. I i...
John had just dropped me off at the Glendale Galleria Mall because I learned there was a vacant space advertised for rent and I wanted to look at it as a possible branch for my gift shoppe. I had no appointment to see the vacancy but I thought I would give the Mall a general look-see and check if it was what I wanted. John had to take the Navigator to the Li...
PART VII – The Finale "Let me see that beautiful cock of yours," my wife, Wendy squealed, stripping off her remaining clothes. In seconds, Tom's cock was out as he stood naked before her and she sat naked on the bed. I stood in the doorway to our bedroom, having just given my wife permission to fuck Tom, her friend from work. Tom and his wife Kylie were s...
She always complained to my Mom that she was twenty pounds over weight and twenty years too old – my girlfriend's mother that is. Forty did sound old to me, but I liked her the way she was – big, really big boobs. The first time I saw her without a brassiere I thought it was an accident. Sunday I had walked over to her house to help move the lawnmower – I al...
I love Jill Bergman. I have for about two years now. She is in my high school class and we will be graduating in another month. I have never told her that I love her, or much of anything for that matter. An occasional "Hi" or "What's going on?" is the most I had ever been able to say to her. I talked to her in class two months ago when we found out that we s...
19 Lynn "Wear the Chinese necklace," he said. "Why?" Sometimes I wore it; sometimes not. He had never specifically mentioned it again after Saint Louis. "Because I tell you to." So the jade and gold necklace hung from my neck as I eagerly disembarked from the Delta jet and hurried into the terminal, where I found only Jefferson, who greeted me atypicall...
"Te amo, Clara, mi reina, mi vida, mi esposea hermosa!" The words escaped her lover's lips and brought a sunshine of smiles within Clara's heart. He had just told her that he loved her, promised to cherish her and adore her for the rest of his life, before proposing to her with the jade coloured ring that was around her left ring finger. Hearing those words...
I pay for a massage, with a (very) happy ending. It was a typical suburban house in a typical suburban street in an Essex town called Woodford. As I had been requested, I left my car a hundred yards or so past number 42 and walked back. It was a well-kept house with a neat front garden, gleaming paint and sparkling windows. That made me feel good and gave m...