Fuck me! Fuck me!”
April’s words made my cock pulse as she hissed into my ear, her finger nails digging deeper into my back with each thrust of my hips. The room filled with the wet slapping sound of our sweaty bodies colliding as she urged me on.
“Harder,” she moaned, her legs wrapped tightly around my body.
I raised myself up with my arms in an attempt to gain better leverage as I repeatedly slammed my hips into hers, driving my cock deep with each forceful descent.
“19 year old man, tall and athletic, looking for no-strings sex with horny, plump women in their forties and fifties. I love to eat pussy and fuck, and I will put my tongue or my cock any place you want me to. Safe sex only.” The profile on the internet sex site was signed “Studmuffin19”, and had been placed by a man who lived in the same medium-sized city as Audrey. She was glad he hadn’t used any silly abbreviations, since members of the site were permitted to
Jack Barker watched his girlfriend’s son go into the garage, and after making sure that his soon-to-be wife was in the bathroom, went out the back door and toward the garage. Jack had just moved into the modest old farmhouse a couple of days ago, although he had spent a lot of time there in the year he had been courting Alice Randolph.
Jack liked Alice Randolph a lot, but he also had another interest with the same last name, first name Patrick, and he had a sneaking suspicion that the
“What do you want for Valentine’s Day?” I asked, innocent of the results this query would have.
“What do you mean, what do I want?” Stacy asked back somewhat crossly.
“You know, do you want jewelry, chocolates, lots of roses, what?”
“You’re supposed to surprise me on Valentine’s!” she exclaimed.
“I know, but it seems so trite to try to surprise you, when there’s a predefined list of what constitutes a
‘I was sure he had a good view down the Mall to the palace. And I was sure he was saluting’
How do I find them? Well, it’s not a science. It’s hit and miss, good luck and bad. Friends, business colleagues tell me about theirs. I ask them questions, nothing obvious, but little things slip out that give me clues.
And I look through the Yellow Pages listings — for an interesting name or angle in their ads. And they’ve got websites now. Some of them put their
It was by pure accident that Alyssa Cannon stumbled across the extensive, bondage file that her boss stored on his business laptop, but once the discover was made, she found it impossible to return to a state where she could look at Nick Nolen and simply see a reserved, somewhat arrogant, and often highly annoying accounting executive in one of the most prominent firms New York City had to offer; in the first days following her surprise findings, she felt herself flush whenever she was forced
“Now, my dear, I must tell you that I’ve come to see you about a most important matter. One that involves both the Duke and his son.”
Mrs Mason looked across the tea cups with an arch expression on her face which seemed to imply a hidden insight into the mystique of the nobility. Since Diane Mason’s husband was the senior Steward of the Duke of Parsvale’s estate both he and his wife were really no more than glorified servants.
Still, if a cat could look at a king
I wasn’t really all about the party. I knew maybe four people there, and while it was a pretty chill affair, I couldn’t help but feel like I wanted to be at home doing something else. Of course I was looking for the good looking girls- and there were a few- most of whom either had boyfriends or just wouldn’t be interested in me. When that happens, when I can see there’s no connection there, a woman’s attractiveness becomes abstract real fast, like art on the wall;
It was a few days before spring break in my senior year of high school, when I first saw Monica as a sexy lady. She was about 40 years old, and always had a very sweet smile on her light, skinned face. She had, short brown hair with streaks of blonde running through it. Most times, a very big smile and a little sparkle in her eye for me. Being a dumb shit 18 teen year old high school guy with hormones going wild for my fellow female students. I never really noticed.
Monica, was our bus driver.
Let me start off with a little bit of history of this encounter. I have been bi-curious for quite some time but too afraid to ever act upon it and my husband is secure enough in our marriage to encourage my fantasy as long as he is not left out. With that let’s begin my awakening…..
My husband called me on my cell and said he had to work late this night and had no idea when he would be home, so I decided to have a pre- Christmas cheer girls night out with my two best friends Trish