The crackling of the bonfire echoed off the canyon walls as Anita and Galen listened to their instructions from the wizened old shaman. They had come to him in search of guidance to the local Anasazi ruins. Anita and Galen were researching a Native American version of the Kama Sutra. During their last dig they had found a tattered manuscript that spoke of...
Eighteen months ago, I'd become a real slob. Four failed "romances" and being held in low regard at work had driven me to a chocolate, beer and fast food diet. I piled on the pounds and the inches. It all started to change when I got a new job. I helped many people solve problems they couldn't and was gaining their respect in the process. In short, I began...
Since I was eighteen, when I got involved with a thirty-five-year-old guy, I've been into older men. They're more experienced, more experimental, often more grateful and often more perverse. Anyway, Paul, my first older man, was all of the above, and turned me from a shy girl to a confident, sex hungry woman. He basically taught me that sex was there to be...
While I enjoy a wide variety of cuisines, I must continually remind myself that I am getting older and the things my iron clad stomach once handled easily, now can be dangerous extravagances. The man who would face habaneras with but a single bead of sweat on his forehead, who would munch jalapeños with glee, and happily consume the thai peppers his friends...
Next day Emily greeted him at the entrance with a kiss. She was wearing a shoulderless tank top. The dark coloured dress on her white milky skin looked inviting. She told "I haven’t cleaned my armpits, want you to enjoy the smell, I hope you have not cleaned yours". Then she raised her left arm, lowering her face, sniffed and said "Nice ‘n smelly, with s...
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This story is a work of fiction, a fragment of my imagination. It's © Copyright January 2007, by publication under the word processor pseudonym of Hiker, and is protected by my right to rattle on freely. You, as a sovereign citizen, in the privacy of your own home, please, may use it for any disgusting purpose you want; however, you may not publish it anywhe...
Gavin reached home, exhilarated by how his day had gone. He had fucked Janice, the girl he had wanted for years. He drummed his fingers on the table impatiently, thinking about what was going to happen next. They could return to the status quo or... They could do something much more interesting. As he thought about it, he realised that he had enjoyed fuck...
(Note: This is part two of a story about me and my beautiful, full figured sister-in-law Niki.) * It was the most amazing experience of my life, and now I was totally worn out, sweaty, satisfied, and in love. My beautiful sister-in-law Niki had just kissed, and sucked, my cock until it exploded into her mouth. Niki's leopard print bra was still open, wi...
Roshni 03 - Awards Night I had been dating Roshni for about a month. The sex was great, but we had still found very little in common outside that. As a believer in romance, I wanted to make the most of my relationship with Roshni, so I invited her to the Awards night. The annual Awards function was for businesses in my industry, so I asked Roshni to go wit...