I've never been much of a pragmatic soul, not like you. I put much of my cerebral energy into the romance of life, attempting to charge each moment with electric passion. If a moment isn't a memory, then I did something wrong. You are tempered from different primordial goo than I am. You have deep within your soul the security and ability to let a quiet mom...
"I can't believe that you sprained your damn ankle, Trina," said Beth. Yeah, it all happened pretty fast. I traveled all the way to friend's small town to visit her, and then I trip over a cord at her house, and now I'm in a hospital bed. "Well, I can't believe it got so bad that I had to the hospital," I responded, staring at my left foot. Beth was kind...
All of my stories are based around true events. Mostly I sexualise them for entertainment purposes but this one is about 95% genuine with only the sexual relationship with Karen made more of and I have simply changed the other people's names. In the late 90s I lived for a while with my best friend and his family in a flat in a tower block in a pretty run do...
I had spent last few years teaching in larger colleges and frankly I found it to be boring. I had freshman classes in English that could number as high as 75. There was no personal interaction just a series of taking role, trying to get a few solid points in before spending nights and weekends reading bad grammar and terrible text-phone spelling. I left all...
Whether we like it or not, we're labeled. Sure, we all have our individual names, personalities, and peeves, but we all fit into those little groups that society uses to define us. MILF, Douche, Prissy, Ghetto, Nerd, That guy/girl. Like the skin of a snake, we eventually grow out of our former identities, some into different persona, others into the same on...
Thus far. I am a plump forty six year old woman, at this moment impossibly randy, who has recently seduced a sexual god, just in his mid twenties, my toy-boy. Just now I'm supposed to be a school girl and he, the lecherous old headmaster who, in between driving me the verge of madness with lust, has compelled me to piss through my knickers, strip, be hosed d...
I'll start this story by telling you something I'm sure many of you can relate to: I always want what I can't have, and as a man I always want the women who would be totally wrong for me and turn my world upside down. Women seem to crave bad boys in much the same manner. I won't spend much time describing myself because, let's face it, the beauty of the pic...
John walked through the door of the Chinese take-out restaurant. Standing at the counter giving her order was a woman with fantastic legs. If the shorts she was wearing had been any shorter, they would be better described as denim panties. She was slightly bent over the counter, looking at the paper menu as she gave the order. After getting the order she t...
It all started with an email that read "You love it when I suck your dick after you've fucked me in the ass, next time you save it for Trish. It won't be long before your cuckold wife is dying to watch you fuck me in the ass and make me squirt. Then we let her join the party. The fantasy has me all worked up, the reality is so very tempting when the time is...
Misty's sobbing continued all the way to Valentina's bedroom. The security man at the door let her in. Misty didn't see Valentina in the room, so she crawled to the tiles that had been set in front of the sofa, and kneeling upon them waited for the Goddess. While she was surprised by Emilia's sudden attack, and still in pain from the vicious slaps to her fa...