I got home that night. Got a beer from the fridge, tanked it, and thought about what I had done. I fucked up, I know. I looked around my room and it never looked so empty in my life. I took off my cloths, took a quick shower and tried to go to bed.
The next morning I awoke and felt as if I had the biggest hangover in my life but I didn’t get drunk or anything. So I went to the bathroom did that whole bit. And when I was brushing my teeth I could hear my door open.
With only a towel around
It was the Fourth of July and my friend Neil and I had been celebrating the holiday at my apartment most of the day with a traditional cookout. As dusk approached, I suggested that we go to the local community college to see the fireworks display. Neil was game for it, so we headed out.
On the way, I asked him if he was interested in some female companionship while we were out for the evening.
“Are you kidding? That would be great! Who do you have in mind?” Neil was a bit of a geek
Jean is a real pistol. She is 50 to my 39 and I suppose she almost looks it. I wouldn’t say that she is truly pretty, but she’s a ball of fire and has that infinite capacity for enjoying the situation, whatever it is.
She is tall, about 5’9″ or so and about 135 or 140, but still diminutive compared to my 6’4″ and 245 lbs.
Aside from her personality, which is wonderful, her best features are her breasts. They are almost a D cup and sit full on her chest with
Imagine my dread when my Mother told me that I’d be spending three weeks in Little Rock, Arkansas with my Aunt so that she could go on her church trip to Mexico. Me, the sophisticated, suburban 20 year old college girl from Buffalo having to spend three weeks of my summer vacation in Arkansas! My Aunt Karen and Uncle Todd were cool enough, in their early 50’s I remembered, but I just didn’t relish the thought of leaving my cozy living quarters in the basement of our house.
I sat in the lounge, swirling my gin & tonic, absently tapping a finger to the piped music. Nothing about this trip had lined up as it should have: a week in Florence, now on my second day in Rome, with nothing to show for it. My backers would not be pleased, but I was not concerned with their disapproval. I’m too much of a professional to place anything above my own standards.
I drained the glass and placed it on the table. My mind considered alternate solutions to my current
No sooner than the next day after Lindsay and I talked in IMs about her having sex with her friend Christina that she wanted me to join her in seducing the young blonde. She explained her plan to me after her and I had a great evening of sex, in which she came on my tongue and cock.
“I think if we combine our efforts, we can get her naked quickly enough,” Lindsay figured. I was thinking about it as she was washing my chest in my shower, and I had to admit she came up with an
This was the first spring day that was both warm and not raining. Just the kind of day I had been waiting for. I live on Flat Avenue which is just a block from the town Cemetery.
I wanted to put flowers on four graves my mother, father, husband and my brother. The family plot is near the center of the cemetery and just off to the circle. So I can park on the road and not have to walk too far on the grass.
It’s rained every day this month and the ground is wet. I turned my ankle a week ago
Well, I have no one to blame but myself, I suppose. Love and lust make us all do some pretty strange things, sometimes, but I never thought that I’d be looking forward to…wait! Let me tell you this story from the beginning.
I had wanted Gina for as long as I can remember. She was just so cool, calm & collected. A strong woman, and so aloof at times that it maddened me.
I met her when I was doing some odd jobs for her neighbor. I’m a handyman by trade, and Gina happened to
Hello again, this is a story as told by one of my friends, involving him and his mother. Of course, I have changed the names for the sake of confidentiality while I have made more than usual attempts to spice up the whole story for all of you to enjoy reading it. A brief prelude sometimes can be even more handy, even in erotic stories. Mine is relatively lengthy and hence patience is being solicited.
Rahul hails from one of the fishing villages of Mangalore district in South India. Lulu Prasad,
CHAPTER 1
Jim Walker was heading south in his camper van on a quiet secondary highway in the Central Plateau of New Zealand, passing through thousand of acres of pine forests rearing up green-like sentries on both sides the route, when he spotted two female hitchhikers up ahead, with small packs on their back.
“Traveling light and sexy,” Jim announced to aloud.
His mom would have said don’t stop for anyone when driving alone but his mother wasn’t riding with him in the
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