It was a bright, sunny morning and Linda and I had decided to go to Panera before my first appointment at 10:00 am and her going to work at the department store, teaching people how to do makeup properly so it didn't look like makeup. She was fantastic at that and, also very valuable to me as she helped me at the studio about every minute that she wasn't wor...
Hello my name is Rebecca Mae Martin Mishler. I was born in the year of 1972, the second child of a very conservative Mennonite family. I have two brothers Peter and Jacob, both are younger. I also have two sisters Sarah and Rachel. For my entire childhood we attended church on a regular basis, three times each and every week. My parents were very strict, w...
I don't know how this all happened. Well, that's not really true. I know how it happened I just find it hard to believe. My name is Steve and I'm twenty-six. My wife, Patricia or Pat is twenty-four. We met in college and married when she graduated two years ago. I'm pretty average, about five eleven with brown hair and blue eyes and around one hundred nine...
Julianna was pretty sure she'd never been as conscious of her breasts as she was right now. She was overwhelmingly aware of the warmth of the sun on her breasts, the occasional coolness of the breeze blowing across her soft mounds, the rhythmic rise and fall of them as she breathed. But most of all, she was intensely aware of the fabric of her bikini top; ho...
Humiliated by teens. By Lynus Small I’m a 35-year-old professional and live in a nice neighborhood alone. I had a series of humiliating experiences in college that ruined me for women. Women sense my insecurity and treat me like shit, a wimp, but I outwardly look like a normal-attractive guy. I’m now in shape, was skinny in college, I have a full head...
We were reading and listened to Mozart. John was in his big leather chair and I was on a thick, soft comforter in front of the fire. I was only wearing one of John's dress shirts and wooly sox, but the fire and the quilt over me made me nice and warm. The storm had followed us home from Bodega Bay, and I could see the windblown rain through the sliding glass...
I met Stewart in an internet chat-room for men who like to show off their wives. We neither of us exhibited pictures of our own wives – me because I was too timid, and I didn't have any risqué pictures anyway, and Stewart because he wasn't actually married. However we got to chatting on a regular basis, mainly about the pictures that were shown in the room....
Wednesday, August 14th, 2019. Hamburg-Eppendorf, Germany. I was at a car park close to my workplace at the University Clinic Hamburg-Eppendorf, trying to cover my hospital scrubs with my much too warm coat while lighting the Camel Blue cigarette I had needed for at least an hour. The hospital management doesn't want us, the few remaining smokers on staff, t...
Sue called me and asked me to come over to take pictures of her and her new car. "Sure," I said, "but I get to take some pictures of you and the bike." She agreed, so I packed my camera into a backpack and rode over there on my motorcycle. When I knocked on the door, she opened it wearing yoga pants and a long, baggy T-shirt. She looked like she'd maybe l...
My name is Sarah, and I am addicted to sex. There, I admit it. I wasn't always, you know? I didn't even like sex up until about three years ago. That's when my life changed. I had been dating my husband, Scott, about a year and we had been intimate probably a handful of times. Then one night Scott said he wanted a favor. When I asked what, I was sure he want...