Carol and I have known each other for a number of years now. Our husbands grew up together and have been best friends as long as they can remember. When I started to date Peter, Dwayne was already going out with Carol. Due to their friendship we were forced together and became great friends ourselves. Carol and I even were in each others bridal parties. I would now consider her to be my best friend.
Carol has a great body. She is a fitness trainer so is always working out. Thin body, pert B cup
Authors note: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Enjoy! D
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Michael sat chewing his straw as he wondered about the mixture of longing and disgust he felt as he watched the group of girls on the other side of the canteen. It was a bright day and the shine from their finely cared-for hair and skin gave them a cinematic glow that made them all the more captivating. His twin sister, Brittany, was with seated amongst them, seemingly just another beautiful face in the
A long, slow drag at a cigarette right after that first taste of freshly brewed coffee and eyes lost on the black lines of ink of a book is not what most people would define as Saturday Night Fun, and yet I felt in paradise. I guess it was mostly about being able to enjoy again those small pleasures without thinking, without that dreaded heavy emptiness I had carried for so long.
I was mesmerised at my newly re-discover ability of just be, float above nothing, be nothing, feel nothing and this
Shrugging into the jacket of his tuxedo, Jacob smiled hearing the chatter of the crowd that had rapidly gathered in the parking lot below him in anticipation of the doors of the club opening. Earlier while making his rounds seeing that everything was ready he shook his head glancing outside seeing the wealth of jewelry that flashed and the vibrant colors of the couture clothing the women were sporting as they clung to the arms of their tuxedo clad gentlemen.
Those invited to ‘Club
Leaning my head against the steering wheel I decided that I’d just lived the worse day of my life. At this point I couldn’t think of any way possible for it to get worse, except for maybe a building falling on my head. As far as that possibility went I’d just make sure I stayed near only one-story buildings that way maybe it wouldn’t kill me. Laughing at myself I closed my eyes thinking that all I wanted to do right now was sleep for about a year.
This day from hell had
Christ, I can’t believe it was that long ago, already…seems like yesterday.
OK, let me elaborate. It was a Friday afternoon, and I got a phone call from an acquaintance, asking if I wanted to check out a concert that night, in a city a couple of hours away from here. I was up for it; I was just finishing off the last of my dissertation, and could use a break. I told her I’d meet her at a coffee shop near the venue.
I got there, and waited. And waited. Finally, the girl working
The sun shinning through the window, it is still very early and waking up I feel his naked body pressed against mine.
I smile silently remembering the late night early morning thrills and happiness we spent together.
I still feel the moisture from that special time
It was nice remembering.
I scoot back to get even closer to him.
He presses himself against me, he moans softly and I wait as I hear his breathing tell me that he was back fast asleep again.
I sigh comfortably in his arms.
I slowly
I grabbed her from behind and she screamed —
“Wha –Mmmm!”
— before I gagged her with my hand and crushed my other around her waist, pinning her left arm to her side. I could feel the softness of her white terry cloth bathrobe through my sweatpants and black turtle neck shirt. God, she felt amazing, and I wondered if she could feel my own heart hammering in my chest as much as my nine inch hard-on pressing against her ass.
Her wet scream grew louder as my lips
At twenty six, I had worked in the maintenance department of the office building for something like eight years. It was a go nowhere kind of job, but no one really bothered me, and I was more or less my own boss. The tenants of the building ranged from travel agents, to wholesalers, and even one attorney. None of which were very interesting people as far as I was concerned.
All but one…
About a month ago, a woman who was an interior decorator moved in and set up shop. She was as unlike
Tawny and Bryce had been married a little over a year now. Both very much still in love with each other, and Tawny, still in the tender years of sexual exploration. She was four years younger than Bryce, who was twenty eight. They met at a mutual friends party about two years prior, and both became madly in love at their first meeting.
Tawny was considered by her girlfriends, to being a wallflower as far as dating and relationships were concerned. She was never the Bride, and always the Brides
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