The heel of my boot clacked against the porcelain tiles of the outdoor bar as I stepped off of the small stage. I had just butchered a karaoke version of Friends in Low Places and was on my way back to my beer. My friends jeered as they signed up for their turn to do the same to some other unsuspecting classic of a tune. We were lit and having a blast. It was the kind of fun that attracted attention and made others want to join in.
One of the others that looked to get in on the good time was a
Olivia and I had not dated much. And most of that was more about sex, not dating.
Our first date was dinner, then back to her place for drinks and, quickly, bed. It was not that I was so great at seducing her. She just seemed as interested in sex as I wanted her to be in my daydreams. If you’re thinking that a relationship like that couldn’t last, well… well, you’re right. But on to the story.
Olivia was a very attractive girl. 5 foot 7, slender, fairly large breasts,
Three PM at the coffee shop last week, I saw someone I had not seen for nine years. Monet was a woman I had hired years ago to work in the shop I ran at the time. I was not the owner, but managed a gift shop on Sutter Street at Stockton in San Francisco. She and I ran the shop nights and weekends, and she was always nice to be around. At the time, we were both in our twenties, and things were good. No cares, lots of free time, and we both got to sleep late every morning.
Except Saturday and
So, here’s a story you perhaps don’t hear every day. It’s a true story, but it has a couple of layers, so allow me to explain some of the moving parts. I’ll try not to ramble too much so we can get to the juicy stuff. My name is Max and this happened to me. Sometimes I still can’t believe how it all played out. I work at a small business in the hospitality industry.
I’m 40 years old and do IT work for the company, but I have a lot of free time on my hands. My
Fridays at my office weren’t always easy, but this one was. We had just settled one of our biggest cases, a suit brought by a man who lost an arm as a result of another driver who had been undeniably drunk and run a stoplight.
The insurance company refused to pay any more than the policy limit, which was simply unfathomable. Our client was a stone mason, and a well-respected one.
He wasn’t rich, but his wonderful walls were all over our county and were each admirable. He’d not be able to work
Becky bends over, leans into Paul’s ear. “It’s stuffy in here,” she says. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Paul looks up and watches her retreat around the coffee table. He pardons himself to his two bookend sofa-mates – the gregarious Auntie Lou and the diametric Grandma Claire, a stick with permanently down-turned lips and hardened scowl. Paul is relieved to escape her still life painting.
“Let me get rid of my jacket,” he says after Becky and pops
So, here’s a story you perhaps don’t hear every day. It’s a true story, but it has a couple of layers, so allow me to explain some of the moving parts. I’ll try not to ramble too much so we can get to the juicy stuff. My name is Max and this happened to me. Sometimes I still can’t believe how it all played out. I work at a small business in the hospitality industry.
I’m 40 years old and do IT work for the company, but I have a lot of free time on my hands. My
Ah yes, she’s here again – the girl. I’ve been watching her for several weeks now. She and her friends hang out at the pool where I live. Several of them must be sub-letting for the summer because there’s no way a college student could afford to live here on a regular basis. Then again, who knows? Parents give their kids everything these days.
Of course, I like to give them things too. Just not the things their parents give them, or would likely want them to have. Like
I was having the sweetest dream. My wife was giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had! Then I started to wake up and realized that it wasn’t a dream! Her soft lips were working my cock like never before, and this time she was having no trouble taking all seven inches.
It was dark when I opened my eyes, but I could still make out her shape. She was in one of my favorite blow job positions: crouched to my right, with her ass up in the air. I closed my eyes again and relaxed. I
This is a real life experience that has stayed with me for many years and I would like to thank the man for introducing me to such pleasures.
It was a usual Midwest summer, hot, humid and boring. I had just turned 18 earlier in the year and was looking forward to attending college in the fall. I got up early as usual and packed the work coveralls and boots in a bag. I went into the kitchen and had some cereal for breakfast, which was the usual and starting to get old.
I sat at the table reading
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