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AN ILL-DEFINED QUALITY, something in her expression unsettled him. Despite the differences in their ages the girl was disturbing, made him feel distinctly uneasy. A hint of a smirk lifted the corner of her mouth while her pale-green, penetrating eyes bored into his and gave the impression of being able to recognise every dirty, sordid thought that had ever crossed his mind. He didn’t know her well; they’d never been close while she was growing up. She was his brother’s
We had always wanted an old house in a nice area of Edinburgh, but who would have guessed how things would work out? We got the house – an old stone-built Victorian terrace in Trinity – but not long after we bought it Rob was made redundant. With the Edinburgh property market the way it is we knew that it would be next to impossible for us to sell without making a huge loss.
I could take a long time telling you about how we tried to solve the problem – but this story is about
I rolled back over and surveyed the body stretched out beside me. He was lying on his back, panting slightly, his legs still spread and knees bent. The pillow not yet out from underneath the small of his back. He gave me a wan smile, wrapped a hand around my neck, and drew me in for a kiss, barely giving me time to take the joint from my mouth that I had turned to take a drag from. We shared the smoke from the reefer in the kiss.
Such a cute little trick. I’d picked him up—or, rather, let
I was a late bloomer when I was a kid, a total nerd. I didn’t start masturbating until I was nearly 18 and was afraid to ask a girl out for fear of rejection. I had been on one “blind date” of sorts and it had been a total disaster.
It wasn’t that I was unattractive, it was that I was such a geek and girls stayed away in droves, preferring the jocks. I was of short stature with very pale white skin and on the thin side. Where as most guys my age had body hair, my chest
It’s a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon and we are lying in the park. I have my head in your lap, listening to you reading snippets from a magazine as you lazily stroke my hair. My eyes drift closed and I start to get lost in the sound of your voice, your touch, and I think of what I what I want you to be doing to me. I open my eyes just the slightest bit, focus on the shape of your lips and am mesmerized. Your lips can leave the sweetest kisses, yet elicit such desire as they burn across my
Take me there and I will cum.
A bawdy tale by Cat
All the time we’d been chatting on messenger I’d insisted there would be nothing more. Despite the incredible intimacy of our chats I stressed that I’d never go further. Although we had the most amazing electronic sex where you would sometimes make me cum three and even four times I’d told you I was scared to talk to you or meet you.
At first you’d tried to persuade me to see you but gradually you came to accept
After Nick and Tom left the room, Scott stared for some minutes at his mom’s naked body.
The woman was breathing deeply, still passed out from the long wild fucking. Her swollen breasts were ondulating on her chest; her left arm was stretched out over her head, showing the delicious curve of one ivory-white armpit.
The boy tore off his shorts and briefs and stood naked in front of her sleepy mom: his shaft was jutting up, in all its hardness, from his hairy crotch.
He was still aroused
Most women have a secret indulgence: chocolate, maybe, or shoes; jewellery for some, soap operas or magazines for others. Penny’s indulgence was lingerie, and where lingerie was concerned she had firm principles, which didn’t include thrift. Her underwear wardrobe was extensive, varied and expensive.
Penny was thirty-seven. Her large breasts were firm and looked good in bras that made the most of her nipples; her round arse was at its most provocative in silk or satin; she liked
It was late and I was bored with the television, so I turned to the Internet for something to occupy my mind. I knew that I should be upstairs asleep by now because I had to get up for work in a few short hours, but I was still jazzed up from drinking cup after cup of Coca-Cola. It was after midnight already and I wasn’t even the slightest bit tired.
The T.V. remote slipped through my fingers then I clicked and surfed my way across the World Wide Wasteland, forsaking one cathode ray
Look at you now, was it only four weeks ago I said those same words.
Sitting on my big double bed I remember looking in the ornate dressing table mirror, look at you now Mrs Susan Watts; it was so strange to be called Watts, 21 years as Harbert, and for the last month Mrs Rupert Watts.
A month of bliss. My mind went back to that lovely honeymoon in the Seychelles and the things a new wife experienced.
I had saved myself; a refined bringing up, all girl school, and an important family had kept