As a lifelong New York Mets fan I always looked forward to interleague play and when they face the cross town rivals the Yankees. I was invited to the house of a buddy who grew up to be a lifelong Yankee fan along with his wife Karen. I brought a twelve pack of beer and a bag of pretzels which Karen took into the kitchen, my buddy John was in the living ro...
Hi all this is a fantasty story of a club that I would love to belong to. To start will give some back round of how i would get involved. I hope you like it. My name is Don I am 36 year old. I do sales. My wife is Jen. She is 34 and a stay at home mother. We live in Illinois. My story starts with me playing online a lot and posting wifes pics. I chat with...
My friend Ashok told me: "Hem said no." Hem is Hemlatta his wife of twelve years, a beautiful creature. Alabaster skin, dark obsidian eyes, full silky hair, about 5' 3". She has great presence, takes over the whole room the second she walks in. She loves to laugh and people like the sound of her laughter. Very intelligent and very well-read, she can talk ju...
The night air was cool as we walked out of the club but we barely noticed, the drinks had really dulled the senses and the evenings' entertainment had our minds on things other than the weather. John had come home on leave from the army and a boys night out had seemed like a really good plan except now it was 3:00 A.M. and we were pretty drunk not to mention...
My daughter is a high school senior and a very good softball player. When she first started playing travel ball, my wife and I would take turns taking her to out of town tournaments so the other could stay home and tend to our restaurant business and our two dogs. This is when our life took a very interesting turn. At the first tournament, I found myself ha...
My wife and I, both 45, are hard-working professionals in the South who need some adult recreation every now and then. New Orleans is one of our favorite places to visit away from our respective jobs. We make the six-hour drive to the Big Easy on a Wednesday morning and check into a French Quarter hotel. We see the sights during the day, rest up, squeeze in...
***** the ravings of a known lunatic. Copyrighted by The H20wader June 2006. This is another ending to Patricia51's One Slip. Please read that at here or this story will make no sense. There are other endings at here here here here here There may be others that my search did not find. Please read them all for they are valid endings. My ending fit...
NOTE: This won't be a good whackin off story. There is sex but not many gory details since it is true. Nothing was embellished for your pleasure and my wife will proof read and correct any mistakes. I hope you enjoy. * Laura and I had been married for 4 years when this all went down. This is all true and the feelings were real. Not all of our extra marita...
Saturday morning. Romulus Johnson woke up and stretched. This tall, good-looking black man had nothing to do. He worked as a police officer in the city of Boston. Five days a week. He got the weekends off, to do with as he pleased. Romulus loved his job but he was a young man and wanted to enjoy himself while he still could. He didn't want to look back two d...
We were travelling in Podolia when we hit a particularly bad pothole and the car's front suspension broke. We veered off the road and into a ditch. Where, I hear you ask is Podolia? It's in the back of beyond, where Russia and the Ukraine meet, more or less. Depending on where you set the boundaries, parts of it have been at various times in Moldova, Austria...