The party was my idea. I'm Helen Shore. It is a Halloween costume party with all thirty-five of the women wearing the same red Can-Can dresses, with long sleeves, high necks, short skirts fringed by fluffy crêpe. We all will have wigs, and red masks, so that the fellows will have no idea who they are dancing with. One of the husbands mentioned that he could...
( My story for the contest reached a point where I thought it deserved a better editor than myself. I have left it in the hands of a person I know, I can only hope she will have the time to get it back to me before the contest ends. Maybe she will. I wrote this for fun and hope it can bring a bit of winter cheer to any that read it. Enjoy and happy holidays....
With her shaved-bald pussy creaming in her panties, the thin, pretty 18 year old brunette quietly stared at the sight of her father's semi-engorged penis, making a distinctly noticeable bulge in his tight underwear while he slumbered in his bed midway through a summertime Saturday morning. Not only was her vagina tingling at the sight, but her mouth watered...
After the crazy experience at our Christmas party I couldn't get the image of my wife getting her feet cummed on by Allan out of my head. For months the image haunted me. I guess I should have been pissed, but I wasn't. In fact, I was as turned on as I've ever been. But, she had no idea. And Allan had no idea that I knew. It was a very strange time. Winter...
My coochie yearned for his dick. She needed to be petted and in my mind, he would be the most suitable candidate. Deron was my car detailer. We flirted constantly. I thought about fucking him every moment of the day. I'll be in the grocery store, in a meeting, working out, and even when I ran Mr. Bigg up in me, every night. Deron's biceps were nice and thick...
To the readers: This is a story of fiction that came out of my head. It is five chapters long, and I will do my best to post a chapter each day (due to length) till they are all posted. Each chapter may be in a different category due to variations in the content. It is probably quite different than most stories I have written. A very special "Thank You" to E...
"Why do you have to leave me now, John?" she whined, pouting her soft lips at me. "Can't you stay just a little longer? You won't be sorry. " She playfully lifted her short skirt and slowly ran her hands up the inside of each tanned thigh. She spread her slender legs apart, giving me an excellent view of her white lace panties as she traced her fingertips al...
Ellen was my first love affair. She was considerably older than me, but opened doors in ways I'll never forget. She was a major impact on me, as was my boss who I looked up to. Years after these events occurred, I had to write my essay for my college application. My first choice school asked me to write about an adult I admired, and I chose my boss, Hank. I...
Damn, you finally are reading my note to you. You don't know me. I'm a gal that knows your wife. I have got to tell you what is going on. This whole saga was created by people, with good intentions, who were trying to help. But, they took comments made to them to mean something other then the speaker intended. Look, before you get into this make sure that no...
Forward This story is about a fictional job done by a fictional character providing services to help men facing one of my pet peeve character flaws, that is, a woman who flirts with other men to the dismay, hurt and embarrassment of her mate. Often, she tells her guy that he is unreasonably jealous and what she is doing is just "harmless flirting." It is m...