There's nothing better than fucking a married woman. Nothing. The chase, the struggle to do the right thing and giving in to the wrong thing, the secrets and danger: nothing makes me feel more alive. Whenever I met a married woman at work, at Barnes & Noble, I sized them up as to fuckability. None had interested me until she arrived. She became cafe manager...
Dear Dirty Diary, Over the rest of the visit, Louise and I wandered through the shops down in Huntingdon while Doug explored the area. He seemed infatuated with Lake St. Francis, I suppose because it was reminiscent of Lake Ontario. On our drive back home, he behaved himself admirably, deep in thought. By the end of the following week, he informed me everyt...
In the beginning I was standing alone in a trendy bar on a Friday evening when I drop a coaster that had stuck to the bottom of my glass. Lackadaisically I bend over at the waist to pick it up. When I right myself I can see the most beautiful woman in the world looking at me from just a few feet away. She walks over to me and I can see she is sex on legs. S...
Monica looked at the clock as she and Charlie walked into their hotel suite. She had been married for exactly 5 hours now, and the butterflies that had started on the limo ride over from the reception had not stopped. They had intensified if anything. She wondered how long it would take Charlie to get them both undressed, and figured however long that was, s...
Kalani couldn't remember what she imagined would happen when she decided to see Europe by rail. Something exotic with quaint villages nestled in the snow? Interesting and unique people from the foreign land who could change her own view on life? What does anyone think will happen to them when they make their vacation trips? It's just a way to escape the norm...
This is a continuation of the Big Bear Weekend story. Parts of this story are true and parts are not. I'm not going to say which are fact. It was late morning by the time the effects of the wine and the grass had diminished enough to allow me to reach consciousness. Laying draped part way across me, Jean was still asleep. Her face was nuzzled into the crook...
I was a white girl that had it all. I don't mean to brag but I have been one of the lucky ones to have been blessed with it all - beauty, brains, sense of humor, talent - well almost all. I couldn't find a man to satisfy me until I met Jim. I never looked or asked for much and I didn't judge all men for just their looks and size of their banks account. They...
We met Stan and his Japanese wife, Michiko, at a subway stop near the Ginza. She wore a stunning traditional kimono, a sight seen too infrequently in modern Japan. Although she spoke English well enough, she seemed to enjoy speaking Japanese with me. I found her to be delightful and we hit if off immediately. Stan hadn't changed much from our school days;...
Derek saw the young white woman standing at the bar, her back to the room. She wore a short royal blue strapless dress. Leaning forward to rest against the bar, the fingers of her right hand, bearing French manicured nails, held an almost full martini glass. She stood with full weight on her right foot. Her left shin rested against her right calf. He guess...
Perhaps you've seen my Donna at the clubs on a Friday or Saturday night. She's the beautiful blonde woman, mature, in control, and dressed to kill in provocative dresses and stiletto heels. She's the classy lady wearing the "little black dress" revealing most of her shapely legs and her ample breasts. You see her, the one that's sitting on the bar stool reve...