You come home from work and find me waiting for you. I am wearing a French maid uniform with white thigh highs and black stiletto heels. I lead you to the bathroom where a robe and toiletries are ready for you. Relaxing music is playing.
“We have a
Devaro was sharing a tavern wench with his newly married friend Mario. As a soldier, Devaro was the firm-bodied handsome young man that had never had trouble with women. Even the foolish wench he shared with his friend seemed to favor him as he spread her legs wide over the small bed and brought his strong fingers to her openly moist vagina, touching her in circulatory motions until she began to moan, even with her opened mouth firmly over Mario’s groin, as Mario held the back of her
An old Army friend of my husband showed up one day out of the blue. Norman had just bought a business hear our home town and came by to say ‘Hi.” To my husband.
That is how Fred and I became interested in RVing. Norman sold motor homes and travel trailers over in Ohio just across the state line. We visited Norman at the sales lot and Fred was hooked on this as the only way to travel. So we bought a new motor home with all the bells and whistles. We also found out about snow-birding.
Remember when you were 10 or 11, and your buddies double-dog dared you to jump off the high diving board at the local swimming pool?
Well, something like that happened to me recently, and it was the most incredible erotic experience of my life. I still can’t believe I did it, but I guess if you climb up on the board often enough, eventually you’ll throw caution to the wind and make that jump.
My name is Dale, and I’m in my late 20s. I’m single, although I usually always
Hannah Armstrong’s political career had progressed splendidly over the past 18 months. That was the length of time for which she’d been sleeping with the Prime Minister. Well, for the first few weeks of their relationship, after he’d appointed her as his Parliamentary assistant, she’d just sucked his dick on a regular basis. The first time they’d actually fucked had been on a trip to Gstaad in Switzerland for an international economic summit.
Hannah felt no guilt
Author’s note: This is NOT intended as an underage theme. All characters involved are of legal age. If roleplaying or incest-type themes bother you, click elsewhere.
Debbie flounced into the room, wearing a red tartan skirt, voluptuous breasts pressing against her white shirt, legs clad in white stockings and feet in thick-soled Mary Jane sandals. Tossing her ponytail, she smiled at the man with the shaved head in the recliner in front of her.
“Daddy, I’m ready for
My wife and I had been married a couple of years and decided to return to a ski resort that we’d always enjoyed in Utah. We were never much for après-ski partying that happened at some better known resorts like Breckenridge or Park City. The mountain was great and it was much more low-key. We splurged a bit and got a place that was ski-in, ski-out, had its own spa, restaurants, and such. It was largely all-inclusive.
We were the type that was one of the first on the slopes, and last to
I’m a 29 year old woman, who’s been married to a great man for just over 6 years now. We got married after college, and then had our first child 13 months ago. We’re always enjoyed sex, both intimate coupling between two people in love, and just hot, nasty sex between two lust-filled sluts. Sometimes we make love, sometimes we have sex, sometimes we fuck. I love all our different modes to pleasure each other.
Since my teens I’ve been very into being fit, and keeping my
I stood in the shower, allowing the hot water to caress my body in an attempt to wake myself up. The thought of another long day at work wasn’t helping the situation, but at least it was Friday. “Get through today and enjoy the weekend,” I thought.
I stepped out of the shower and immediately realized I had forgotten to bring a towel into the bathroom from the bedroom in my morning fog. I dabbed away the worst of the water with the small hand
The damned old truck just gave up the ghost. It coasted down to the bottom of the hill and died. It was very old, 400 and some thousand miles on the clock. Everything in it was worn out including the driver. Life can be a real bitch. I shouldn’t have tried to go that far with it anyway. I figured the little trailer we were dragging behind her didn’t help any. I hadn’t had much choice. My new truck was in the shop because it was acting up. The parts for the plane had to be