I've been waiting for you. But a girl can only wait so long. I have decided to start with out you. I am lying naked on the bed. I am caressing my breasts and tugging at my nipples with one hand, as the other moves down to my pussy. I take a finger and circle over my clit. I use two fingers to spread apart my freshly shaven lip and slide my middle finger...
It was a beautiful summer day. The sun was out and shining. The sky was blue, without a cloud to be seen. It was in the high 80s. George decided it would be a great time for a pool party and barbeque with a few of his close friends. He'd just moved into a flat with Kim, his girlfriend of several years. Getting her to move in with him was not easy. She was...
This story is just a little fantasy, written in first-person, male POV. While I have fondled my husband in a grocery store, we have never played this game. SandraMustard 2014 ***** My wife, Debbie, and I headed for the grocery store. We often shopped together and messed around like teenagers even though we've been married for more than twenty years. We h...
I skipped this part of the "When in Vegas #1" story to keep that story short and on track. * On my first night of a long business trip in Las Vegas, I was "jet lagged" and horny. A bad combination. Wide awake but tired, I had a lot to do the next day and needed rest. But, I was in Vegas and dying to get laid. I was hanging out by the hotel pool in my tho...
I contact you and tell you that I have an interested "friend" who lives in another state and he would LOVE to meet a classy woman. I told him that he's out of luck if he thinks I could ever introduce him to any single ladies. He told me quick that he NEVER takes on any single women. Way too risky! Way too risky! He is disease free and wants to stay that way...
James washed himself thoroughly in the shower, cleansing away his long Friday as an associate at the firm. A suit laid crumpled on the tile floor, next to a sweaty pair of his favorite- Hanes white briefs. He pondered for a moment how many of those pairs he owned had been filled with piles of his poop. It had to have been all of them, perhaps, at this point....
I kept to myself that weekend, rarely leaving my room. My parents inquired what was wrong, but I couldn't tell them. How could I tell them I totally screwed up, ruined a life long friendship, ruining Stacy and Randy's relationship. And then the rape. I felt so dirty. The next week was hard on me. Stacy wouldn't talk to me. I don't blame her. I worked came h...
(It's been a long day at that boring 9-5 job of yours. Sure, it brings home plenty of bacon, and keeps your wife happy and living in a lifestyle you've both become accustomed, but you can't help but feel like something is off when you pull into the driveway of your classic suburban home, on that boring street of other suburban homes, just as affluent as your...
Checking his phone for any contact from Sophie or Hilary, he found nothing but a voicemail from his secretary Tessa. She was little more than a jumped-up intern at the office and yet her tone on the phone was thick with sarcasm as she reminded Olly he was meant to be in the city ten minutes ago. On that train journey in, he struggled with his shirt collar....
This past Spring I had to take the car in for service. I took the day off of work. I told Nick, my husband, that my plan was to go to the dealership and then after, go shopping before coming home to make dinner. Having no idea what the work would cost, he handed my $500 in cash and told me that whatever I had left after the service bill I could use towards s...