Penny finished off her drink and set it down on the table. She eased herself off the stool, mindful that her short skirt didn’t rise too high on her slender legs. Picking up her empty glass, Penny turned to make her way through the other partygoers towards the wet bar. Along the way, the pretty blonde girl scanned the room for her friend, Jenna, who had brought her here in the first place.
In her three years of college, Penny had attended many such events. The house party was typical:
I guess I should have realized that something like this would happen eventually. I was always made fun of in school for having a “girly” build. At only five foot 4 inches I’m not particularly tall. I have slim shoulders, thin arms and legs and my hips are probably more shapely than most guy’s. I didn’t exactly help things by keeping my blonde hair shoulder length. I told everyone it was because I liked metal music. Most of all though, I apparently have a nice ass.
Jason glanced up from his menu as the scent of perfume caught his nose. The woman that just passed his table not only smelled like heaven, but looked the part as well. She was dressed in short yellow sundress, that barely covered her round ass cheeks. The woman’s long, red curly hair, seemed appropriate for the hot Georgia summer. Jason watched the woman as she took a seat at the counter.
She turned her head to look around the small diner, and Jason was surprised that he recognized her.
There we were, Alex, Joe and myself, 3 co-workers on a weekend break to Brighton, England. We were to be staying at Joe’s friends farmhouse for two nights to get away from the city life and enjoy a few days fishing and golfing.
I was driving, heading along the highway when Alex asked “is it a big house, where are we going to sleep?”
Joe explained we were all to be sleeping in the farmhouse but we were both taken back when Joe revealed there were only one single bed and one
It had been a long day when I finally opened up the door and walked inside. I look in the living room and see Heather there bent over picking something up. Could not help but see that lack of underwear. She must have trimmed today and wanted to make sure I did not miss it. “Hello Heather,” I said dropping my keys and wallet on the table.
She stands up turns sits down on the couch and pats the cushion next to her. “How was your day Tom?” she asks. This is one of the
“Connor! Connor!”
My mom called out to my twin brother who was still asleep. It was seven thirty in the morning and once again, my brother would be getting up, and rushing to get dressed, eat breakfast and go brush his teeth, hence making me late for school since I got a ride with him every morning.
“That’s just brilliant Mom! I’m going to be late to first period again and will probably get detention, thanks to slow poke Connor.”
My mom frowned and set down
This idea come to me one day in the dinning hall watch two guy, who were roommates, eat together. The thought passed through my head the two of them would be the cutest couple if they ever started going out. I then started to think what their first time as lovers would be like for them. A day later I started on this story. I hope you like it.
As he looked around the room, everything on his side seemed to be in order. Bed made, desk tidy, computer hooked-up and on-line. Yep, everything was in
Sitting quietly on my Master’s four-post bed awaiting his return, I start to fidget. Running my hands through my short cut raven black hair, along my full chest making my nipples hard, and down to my cunt finding my already throbbing clit. Rubbing slowly my painted blood red nail seems to go white.
Careful not to get to excited, I lick off the juices and run my nails along my supple body, toned and thin. Fair skinned no tan.
“Can’t have a tan,” I mumble as I look at my
Julie sat at the bar sipping on her beer and rethinking her options.
This was not how her 40th birthday was supposed to have been. Origina
Susan was a young woman who enjoyed the finer things in life. Cordon Bleu food, designer clothes, cellared wines, as well as various forms of art. It was due to her interest in the arts that she had become involved as a volunteer at Hilton Galleries. Although her involvement was limited to leading a guided tour through the ‘touring arts’ gallery every few weeks, it suited her well, as her main employment was as a receptionist at a busy medical practice.
At least at the gallery, she may meet
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