The alarm clock’s music filled the room at 4am and Liz reached over to shut it off. She was tired. As the years passed she grew more and more tired. She was 52 years old, a little heavier, a little softer, a little more mellow…and yes, a little more tired. She stood, tugging at the sheets and quilt as she made the bed. She would strip them this weekend and do the laundry. Same as every Saturday.
She glanced around the darkened room, admiring the mahogany chest and dresser with the
At age 18, Paul Worthington had it all and was the envy of all his classmates at his high school in the upscale area of Holmby Hills in Los Angeles, one of the richest neighborhoods in California. Not only was Paul good looking, standing 6’1″ tall weighing about 195 pounds, with sandy brownish blonde hair, green eyes, muscular shoulders and “six pack” abs, he was also the star of the basketball team, playing power forward and the star wrestler.
Sports was not the only
“Come here.”
I’ve been watching Sarah for the last few minutes. My book closed on my finger, marking my place. She’s been, I don’t know, bopping? Fiddling? Fussing? Not really doing anything, just, waffling around. She’s barefooted in jeans. So,
“Sarah, come here.”
I set my book on the end table, and uncross my legs and hold my hands out to her and she comes to me and steps to me and I put my hands on her hips and she leans down to kiss
Hawaii was everything Anita had expected it would be! Beautiful white sands, the turquoise blue waters of Pearl Harbor, the beautiful lush Island with its enchanting music of Hawaiian guitars throbbing, their sounds filling the open air.
Only two weeks before, Anita had decided she would ‘treat’ herself to two weeks in Honolulu, Hawaii. Though money was short, she had sufficient funds to have a nice modest vacation for two weeks.
Besides, she had been promised a place to stay by one
Hawaii was everything Anita had expected it would be! Beautiful white sands, the turquoise blue waters of Pearl Harbor, the beautiful lush Island with its enchanting music of Hawaiian guitars throbbing, their sounds filling the open air.
Only two weeks before, Anita had decided she would ‘treat’ herself to two weeks in Honolulu, Hawaii. Though money was short, she had sufficient funds to have a nice modest vacation for two weeks.
Besides, she had been promised a place to stay by one
Room for Rent 2: The Party
My last day with Gary and Jack was a Saturday. And this Saturday was like most others in this household. I woke up, washed my face and brushed my teeth, and headed downstairs for breakfast – naked.
As usual, I found my housemates in the kitchen waiting for their morning blowjob. They were both glorious in their nudity…their semi erect cocks begging for attention.
Gary was leaning against the kitchen counter and slowly massaging his foreskin back and forth over his
The next morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed, carefully covered to keep me warm, with the remains of the wig I had been wearing the night before placed on one of the corner posts of the bed. The plastic hairs that we had cut and mangled were cleanly swept up into a pile.
I inched my way to the edge of the bed, and climbed out into the chilly morning air. The briskness of it instantly caused my nipples to stiffen, forming hard, naked peaks on my chest.
I walked over to the desk, and
The sky was overcast with dark grey clouds. Surprisingly it wasn’t muggy, there was a cool breeze that whistled through the window I had left open all night. I live alone on the second floor of a seven story building in the heart of a metropolitan city in the north of Germany.
My cock was stiff as it usually is when I wake-up
My first memories are of being a slave. Perhaps I was one in a former life, perhaps not. In one of my memories I was bound and stood on a box in front of men. There was smoke, the click of ice in glasses, course laughter and my fear. My fear was also my arousal.
The men bid on me. I was torn by the fear of who would get me and what he would be like, the surreal pleasure that men were bidding on me — competing to see who would own me and use me. I was sold and moved back to the waiting
Anton didn’t mind the economic recession. Sure the revenues from his companies were down, but only slightly. It struck him as strange that in these difficult times the public would sacrifice a lot, but not their habit for porn. His business was still profitable and he had healthy reserves in his bank accounts.
No, these were good times. Some of the ratbag competition would be blown away and the supply of talent was getting better and the prices coming down. With employers not hiring,
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