I was over at my ex-girlfriend’s house getting a few of my things. My Ex Nicki was one of those little red head spit fires that drive you wild one moment and nuts the next.
I was glad for the freedom of a break-up on good terms and the promise we would still be friends. I’d even set her up with a new boyfriend so that she would be as fine with it as I was (What other guy would do that?).
The problem had always been she’d been a manipulative bitch using guilt, sex, or anything
All characters depicted are 18 years of age or above. The author does not encourage or condone the activities described within.
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Landon didn’t exactly know what he expected prom night to be, but sitting in his gangly, pimple-faced friend Mark’s den watching a porn film about naughty cheerleaders definitely wasn’t what he had hoped for or envisioned.
Landon was down enough already due to his expected date dumping him four days ago and having relegated himself to attending
There is a name for heaven on earth. Tribbing. It’s also called scissoring, grinding, and pussy pounding. When you do it with the woman you love, it’s heaven on earth.
Imagine you are on your back. Towering over you, on you, is the sexiest sight in the world. A passionate woman in love. Your woman, in love with you.
You open your eyes to look up at her face, and find beauty. Mindblowing beauty. Combined with the grit and determination of someone trying everything she can to bring
She was sitting on the bed taking slow deep breaths. They had met online and now it was time to rendezvous with her online lover. Actually they were much more than just online lovers. They were friends, writing partners, and in a Dominate/submissive relationship. She had met him while she was off school in the summer and had liked his charismatic personality, passion, and creativity.
His tender heart and wicked imagination sparked a desire in her that she had not expected and since her last
Have you ever run into an old lover and wondered what would have happened if you had stayed together?
Tiffany Ann Thomas and I were an item in our junior years of college at “State”. We were inseparable. Each of us had lost our virginity a couple years before, Tiffany to a high school boyfriend and me a year later in my freshman year at college.
She had been with three other guys and me two women before being set up as a blind date for Halloween in that junior year by her roommate
At eighty-three Geoff Weetman was still active, admittedly not as spry as in his youth and with a lot of curses for the stiffness of his joints, but active nevertheless. Although a member of a number of social clubs and groups, he was lonely and had been for the past fifteen years following the death of his wife, he smiled at the memory of her. Their time together had sped by, it had been a shock when she had been found to have cancer, she’d died within a year of the diagnosis and right
Well hey, where do I start. Okay, my name is Gale, named after my grandmother who I adore and is a fantastic woman, when she was my age she was a real beauty, even though I still think she’s beautiful in a very mature and sexy way. But this is about an experience that she helped me with that changed my life as well as hers.
First let me describe myself to you. I’m twenty-five, 5’7″, weigh 120#’s, my legs and my butt are two features that I get most compliments on;
My name is John. Jenny (my wife) and I had taken several holidays in different U.S. cities enjoying each enormously but his year we decided that a road trip would be more interesting. I’d hired the car from the UK and we decided to drive the loop down the gulf coast of Florida and back up the Atlantic coast.
Jenny and I have been married for 20 years and stayed faithful to each other (well as far as I knew), but this turned out to be the trip where, well shall I say, we strayed a little.
We had
I’m at a gallery opening, a warm evening, an elegant crowd. I have only a slight acquaintance with the artist, but I promised her I’d be here. I don’t see her anywhere, and I don’t know any of the people milling around the large abstract paintings. But the wine is decent, and I had nothing better to do, so I’m not unhappy.
I’m wearing a chic little dress, my makeup is fine, and I think I look good. Or at least interesting. People always tell me I look
She was a runner. That would prolong the pursuit. He had already chased her about one hundred yards into the woods. Why she headed in that direction he’ll never know. But in another fifty yards or so, she’d be facing a steep embankment that would allow him to get her.
He ran behind her with that familiar satisfaction of another successful capture.
He took the opportunity to watch her ass sway inside her running shorts as she sprinted ahead. He wondered if she wore panties. It was
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