Buggered to Bermuda

The Wrightsville yacht harbor dipped beneath the horizon off the stern of the big sloop. As its hull neatly parted the waves, the rigging beneath the taut sail hummed while the breeze of the yacht’s passage gave relief from the muggy July heat of the North Carolina coast. Brenda watched the coast disappear for a few minutes and then turned to the woman sitting beside her.

“I had no idea the Promiscuous Miss was so big! When you invited us out to sail to Bermuda I have visions of

Nympho Mom

Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist’s office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She’d made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that’d she’d be home by six o’ clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany’s long, dark hair was pulled up into a

Buggered to Bermuda

The Wrightsville yacht harbor dipped beneath the horizon off the stern of the big sloop. As its hull neatly parted the waves, the rigging beneath the taut sail hummed while the breeze of the yacht’s passage gave relief from the muggy July heat of the North Carolina coast. Brenda watched the coast disappear for a few minutes and then turned to the woman sitting beside her.

“I had no idea the Promiscuous Miss was so big! When you invited us out to sail to Bermuda I have visions of

The Day Spa

The last few months had been a nightmare. I was working more and more overtime at work, and getting very little rest. I finally reached the breaking point, and decided to take a week off. My boss wasn’t too happy, but let me go anyway. The way I see it, he didn’t have much of a choice. I either took some time off, or I would find a new place to work.

I didn’t want to spend any money to take a vacation, and there were plenty of things to do around town. I left work early on a

My Elegant Lady

“Go piss off and walk your fucking dog!” My girlfriend shouted at me for coming home drunk late last night.

My girlfriend and I share a flat. A new place we recently moved into and a new neighbourhood for us. And as you have gathered, we have, well it’s my dog. I had slept most of the day and it was around six o’clock Friday evening. Yeah I know, lazy bastard. Well we both had a few days off work for the move. It was Friday, and we also had the weekend off. I was out

Does That Make Me Gay?

I saw the cutest guy walking down the hallway of my building and I had to do a double take. Being from Covington Kentucky means that I see more hicks and rednecks than anything else. Yeah, I know that I’m born and bred here myself, but I’m no hick! As a black girl I’m the wrong color to be a hick, right? Not that I really think in terms of color. All of my life I heard that I was a white girl in a black girl’s body.

Just because you listen to Jimmy Eat World instead

Young Nephew Ch. 03

Please read Young Nephew and Young Nephew 02

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My name is Jan, I have recounted in my first story my at first hesitant and incestuous curiosity over my young nephew Ben. I have been leading him on in a playful yet seemingly innocent situations.

Ben is staying with me while his parents are out of town on business. I have taken care of Ben and my other nieces and nephews all their lives when the kids visited we would all sleep together, it was fun Ben is the oldest. I started to notice Ben

Sunstrokes

The gentle breeze from the sea stirred small grains of white sand and tickled the tiny hairs on Alice’s brown skin. It also ruffled her fine, blonde pubic hairs and she opened her thighs slightly to enjoy the sensation more. Lying naked on a French beach in warm, late summer sunshine was proving to be one of the most enjoyable experiences so far of her backpacking holiday with her boyfriend Tom, who now lay on his towel dozing alongside her.

They had walked to the beach from their

Playing with Her Heart

There’s a standard joke when the UK is hit with cold weather – that we’re utterly unable to cope. Even a sprinkling of the white stuff brings the road and rail networks virtually crashing to a halt. Schools close, people can’t get to work, supermarkets are swamped by panic buyers and tabloids declare ‘SNOWMAGEDDON!’

Despite this, young people still go out clubbing wearing virtually nothing. I can remember Christmas and New Year’s Eves in my late teens,