Philip stood outside Lauren’s door and took a deep breath. As he stood he ran through his mind what he was about to do. He remembered the fantasy his younger sister had written down in her diary. The fantasy he was about to carry out. As an added bonus for him it allowed him the option to take his sisters sexy ass at the same time. He carefully opened the door, not wanting to wake Lauren up. Looking in he saw her lying on her bed fast asleep. Watching her he felt his lust for her building
“Darn it, where’s my lasagna pan?” I already had the noodles boiling, the sauce simmering, and the cheese ready to go, but now I couldn’t find the darn pan. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cabinet, and then I remembered. Andi had borrowed it. Turning off the burner, I reached up on the key hook and took down Andi’s key and headed for the door.
Andi and Rob were the newcomers on the court. They had two kids the same ages as ours, so we wound up
I’d just moved into my new apartment after having suffered through a fairly messy divorce. With little to my name, sparse furnishings not to mention a sex-life that had taken a severe nose-dive, the future looked bleak. And though I didn’t look bad at just over fifty, working out and trying to regain my “boyish” figure, as I laughed inwardly at the thought, the prospects of meeting anyone anytime soon weren’t all that promising.
Standing in front of the mailboxes,
My Friday night tennis matches were always fun. It was mixed doubles, with an equal number of men and women playing, and after each set we changed partners. After this particular night’s five sets of tennis were over, I was taking my time leaving the courts. I had played unusually well, and I was sitting on one of the benches, just sort of reliving my good playing.
After a bit I noticed that everyone else had called it a night and gone home, but when I picked up my tennis bag and was
I had just gotten out of the shower. I was toweling off and I was rubbing myself across my slit. I had been so horny these days. My husband had quit paying attention to me lately. I lifted a leg onto the top of the commode lid. I took two fingers and rubbed them across my clit. I guess I was getting into it and I didn’t hear the bathroom door open. There stood my nineteen year old son, Justin.
We just stood there looking at each other. I am sure my face got red from embarrassment. I
I was sitting in my compartment on the southbound train, heading for Los Angeles. I hadn’t seen my girlfriend since she left for UCLA ten months ago. Why am I taking the train? I’m terrified of flying and I fall asleep while driving. But the expense was worth it to have my own compartment where I could stretch out to sleep. I’m six-six and the chairs in the cattle car just aren’t conducive to sleeping. Also, I could shut out the kids.
We actually left Seattle on time,
I guess I should start with a little history. I was born in the late 60’s. My dad was a United States Marine. I had a fairly average childhood, went to college, and joined the corps as soon as I graduated. Shortly after I joined the corps dad and mom came to visit. They had some news. Mom was pregnant. Soon after she had my twin sisters Rose and Lily. Being so much older and being on active duty I didn’t get to spend much time with my sisters as they grew. Time past and I was doing
I have been working out at the same gym for awhile now and after my work out I always looked forward to hitting the showers because I loved to check out the other guys in the locker room and showers. One particular day stands out in my memory because it was the first day I set eyes on Bart. I was in the shower, eye balling a few of the other guys in there, admiring their cocks and ass’s when they were not looking. I also love to tease other guys, hoping they make eye contact and re-pay
Susan Jackson, Anne’s friend was a bored eighteen-year-old horny senior. She was tired of the pawing hands of her male classmates who all wanted her to suck their cocks and fuck but had no idea about how to please a girl. They thought a lick at her crotch was all a girl wanted before being fucked for three minutes.
What Susan wanted was an adventure: a loving experience that she could treasure, not some quick fuck in the back seat of some sweaty boy’s car.
It was fun teasing her
You call me as I sit in traffic and ask me to come over. I am excited at the idea of seeing you, but the traffic is bumper to bumper and my AC is out. I was already frustrated by my predicament and your call hasn’t helped settle me. I growl something noncommittal into the phone and feel a pang of regret at the let down sound in your voice when you say ok. I realize you need me there. I smile after a long moment but then grimace again almost as quickly.
I won’t be there anytime soon.
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