Over the table Beth coyly leaned over the edge of the table and lifted her skirt as Jane watched. Jane's eyes widened and mouth opened in both shock and amazement at Beth's boldness. Beth looked over her shoulder and smiled as her friend stared at her nearly bare ass, clad only in dark purple tanga panties. "Just going to stare," remarked Beth, glancing...
Hello. I'm back again with another embarrassing story. I don't know why but I find it irresistible to share them with you like this. Perhaps it's the anonymity of the internet and the frisson of excitement I get from imagining you reading about my misfortune. It was a few weeks since the incident at the art class. Linzi and I were taking part in a 5km fun r...
I'm glad I kept some contacts at scouts so we can use their cheap bad&breakfast resorts... The room is very pure... just a little furniture and bed but that's all we need... I put bags in the corner and you search for a swimwear... I watch you undressing and putting on nice bikini...we fucked for an hour on a train but now... I would fuck that hairless puss...
It's been one of those days, so long so drawn out and insane. I make my way home driving through traffic. The radio begins playing something catchy. It reminds me of you, something you would tell me about. I laugh a little and continue my way through the city streets. Soon I'm down my street, pulling into the drive. I grab some things out of the car. My came...
I saw my opportunity. Frank was at the bar getting another drink so I walked up to him and asked him to get me one too. He worked one floor down so I saw him on the elevator quite often carrying a motorcycle helmet. He was trim and an inch or two taller than me. I'm Judy and I'm a runner. I'm just less than 5'11" which makes me pretty tall for a woman. And...
From the beginning, the sex was good. All the time spent together on the internet paid dividends. I knew how she thought she liked to be touched, I knew what signs of arousal she exhibited, she knew what I liked and tried to please me, Saturday night was more of the same. She met me at my hotel, no sooner than the door had closed than we were tearing each...
He walked through the front door, tired and feeling exhausted after the long arduous day at work. Loosening his tie and stretching his aching and tired muscles as he tossed his keys in the basket on the credenza. The light was on upstairs in the bedroom and all was quiet, he could feel the excitement deep down inside of his loins. The mere thought of her lay...
Is anybody here able to see a bottle of whipped cream and not immediately think naughty thoughts? Yes, it may be cliché, but who is to say that these things aren't classics for a reason? So when I found a bottle of (still good -- I checked) whipped cream left over at a hostel in Buenos Aires, I enjoyed the ambiguity of squirting some directly into my mouth w...
He wore black: a bowler and leather pants. His t-shirt advertised some obscure contest, trivia or something. It was snowing, in late April. The old guard had gathered for a weekend of gaming and laughs. A snowball fight, we decided, was definitely in order. I ground the snowball into the back of his neck. He claimed to be too tired to feel it. I lifted his s...
When the key turned into the lock and I heard the door open, I groaned. Had I forgotten to put up the Do not disturb-sign last night? The wine of last night's party still pulsated in my head, as a continuous tide the headache waved over me and retreated. When she opened the curtains of the hotel room with a sudden pull, sunlight poured into the room and...