I looked at her. I couldn’t believe her beauty. She was average height, had a pretty face, small, but firm and perky breasts (today I could see her plain white bra outlined against her white school shirt) and an arse to die for. It was by far her best feature—it was tight, round and had not an ounce of fat on it. She always accentuated it perfectly too, with...
The date of the wedding was set, my wife and daughter were both bridesmaids and my sons the pageboys. The weekend celebrations were going to be what we needed. We were going to be away from the house for a few nights so we had to make arrangements for our pets, which usually meant kennels, but my wife's friend Claire 'much younger than her' offered to look a...
I'd been feeling very stiff and sore, almost like I had the flu, but no other symptoms; I decided that recent changes in my workout routine were the cause, and wondered if a massage might help. I looked up a nearby franchise, and saw good reviews for a guy named Jeremy. One reviewer said that he had gone over on time, giving her a great massage. I thought,...
Christine couldn't believe she had agreed to this. She was standing on the doorstep of this big house, beside her husband, waiting for the door to open. It had all started the previous Christmas. They had been at a party at a friends house. It was a great party, everybody relaxed and having a great time. Andy, her husband, was normally quite reserved but th...
I arrived in Atlanta one summer night; I had a three day lay over so I was looking to get my freak on. It was my first time in Atlanta, so I didn't know where to go. I asked the guy at the front desk where I could go for some fun. His name was Ty and he informed he was getting off within the hour and he would love to take me out on the town. So I waited for...
The stalker searches for girls and women that live alone, with few friends or family and appear easy targets. Using large stores, libraries and other public areas he is unnoticed observing the females in their daily routines. He selects and stalks his prey for several days, memorizing their routes and patterns, security measures, learning their habits, weakn...
The Beautiful Thing About Glory Holes My first experience with a glory hole was just to days after my 18th birthday at an adult magazine store in Dallas where grew up. I had always wanted to go in and check at the magazines but up until I was 18 they wouldn't let me in. Trust me I tried. Just think an entire building fill with naked girl. That how stupid...
It was a rainy day and I was bored. I had plenty of things to do but I was bored with my marriage and our sex life. I've had fantasies about a threesome, but never brought it up to my husband. He was pretty bland when it came to that kind of stuff. Very vanilla. It was getting tiring, having sex in the same 3 positions and the same movements time after time....
This was more than an obsession, and Becky was more than a fanatic. She was a full blown addict. It was all that she thought about, all that she watched. She had read every magazine. She devoured everything that Keith Code had written. If her husband Dave wasn't a willing accomplice, she would have been admitted to an institution. Her favorite line at part...
Bob Gordon got off the bus and hurried to his walkup studio apartment. Once he was safe inside and the door was locked behind him, he turned on the computer that dominated his living space and made a pit stop in the bathroom. While the toilet was still flushing, he returned, removing his jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair and waiting impatiently...