Something Monica loved to do a few times a week, when she could, was to go canoeing on the lake adjacent to campus. That was one reason she decided to go to college here, because the campus was located on a large lake, a lake big enough to canoe on for hours on end. She usually canoed alone. She enjoyed the serenity of being by herself out in the middle of the big, tranquil lake, gliding along silently across the smooth waters.
She’d usually go in the late afternoon after her last class
I rested my head in my hands as I stared up at the clock.
“3:48?” I muttered in disgust.
I was twelve minutes away from beginning my weekend, but it seemed as though time was grinding to a halt. I had finished with my last client an hour earlier and was simply waiting out the rest of my shift. I groaned again and looked out over the gym. To further my disappointment there were not even any half decent women to look at.
I dropped my head back into my hands, content to simply waste
Mark came in from work and the first thing he noticed was music; the blues, rhythmic, and somewhat sensual. A glance in the room reveals nothing, so he slowly proceeds through the house. He sees her now, in the kitchen; her back is turned and she is attempting to reach something on the upper shelf of an opened cabinet. Her body is stretched to its limits, the muscles firm and taunt; but the first thing he notices is THAT skirt: jet black, very tight, and extremely short. Immediately he begins
Mark lazily stabbed his fork at the frozen meal, puncturing the plastic before shoving it in the microwave. He set the timer before taking a long sip of his beer, his third of the evening. He tossed the package toward the garbage, already overflowing with similar boxes and the matching dirty trays.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, he scratched at the rough beard on his jaw.
I really should get around to shaving this off, he thought. Maybe I’ll have a shower later tonight and do it
Hotel and motel rooms always seem to hold a certain special atmosphere about them: an almost indescribable, but no less undeniable aura of sex. The kinds of sex that permeate these plastic, manicured, temporary lodgings varies as widely as the colours of the spectrum: there is forbidden sex, illicit sex, bad sex, mediocre sex, good sex, great sex, amazing sex, marital sex, extra-marital sex, awkward sex, first-time sex, last-time sex, grudge sex, gentle sex, drunken sex, unwilling sex, ravaging
Rose rushed down the stairs to the subway platform, having heard the train coming in. She squeezed onto the packed commuter train knowing there was no use in waiting for another as they would all be packed. On days like these she was glad she was tall, she couldn’t imagine being on such a packed train and not being able to see any further than the suit of the person squished up against her. She was also glad she had pulled her long auburn hair up into a high ponytail, otherwise she risked
She was one of those short, curvy girls, dark complexioned, chest-length brown feathery hair, big blue eyes and adorable features. She was also dressed in pretty standard bar clothes, a loose-fitting tank top, expensive, low-riding ass-hugging jeans and open-toed shoes, showing off her smooth, cute toes painted hot pink. I’d always wanted to fuck a girl like her.
I’ve always wanted to fuck lots of kinds of girls. Truth be told, I never got laid much in college. Every once in a while
I am waiting for you to arrive and I’m so horny, knowing your coming today I have shaved my legs and pussy this morning and have been imagining you running your tongue over my smooth folds, I’m wearing tights with no knickers and I’m already dripping even though you haven’t even arrived yet.
You pull up and get out of your car we have been texting all day so I already know that you’re as horny as me. As soon as you’re in my house we don’t even say hello
I stood in the middle of the bedroom, set to get dressed, and I yelled, “Babe, have you seen my boxers?” Prior to showering, I had laid out all of the clothing that I would need for the evening. However, I found myself standing in a towel and missing step one in the basics of getting dressed. I was not overly bothered by the absence of my underwear, but I still wondered how I had either forgotten the garb or misplaced them somewhere between showering and the bedroom.
I turned to the
It’s early morning and you are still sound asleep. I awake with a tingling in my pussy and look over at you lying there, naked, on your stomach.
It seems a shame to disturb you but I have such a desire in me that I have no choice.
I look at your manly form, the soft sunlight outlining your back you’re deep in slumber still looking so vulnerable and sweet.
The cheeks of your ass rise up hidden partially under the sheet and form perfect mounds. I can see a soft fur that glows in the
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