She never heard him approach from behind. She jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t move. She couldn’t move. He hadn’t said a word, but she knew it was him.
He whispered into her ear. “What would you say if I told you I was attracted to you?”
Her heart pounded. So many things came roaring into her mind. He is a customer, this is professional suicide.
He is happily married; he’s always talking about his wife. This is business! Her body however, sent different signals. She
“-can’t get the job done properly and on time don’t bother!” Kate screamed before knocking everything from Mike’s desk to the floor and storming out. Mike stared for a moment at the door as his shapely boss stomped off to wherever she went when she was too disgusted to stick around. He had never once questioned where she went and really didn’t want to know. There wasn’t much point in chasing after her when she was that upset.
“You know why she
This story has only marginally incestuous themes although it involves a naked voyeuristic grandfather and his bi-sexual granddaughter in the same bed.
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When 68 year old Edgar Whitney went over to put in his daughter’s storm windows for the winter, he thought he was going just to do his daughter a favor. After Anne’s husband took off for greener pastures a couple years ago and pretty much disappeared from his wife and daughter’s lives save the occasional support check, Edgar
It wasn’t in the plan.
Donna and I had never actually thought about a real-life threesome using our strap-on. We talked about it lots, especially when we were in the middle of a fuck. It turned us both on. Our dirty talk focused on Donna’s friend Heather, who was safely a continent away and whose previous play with us hadn’t involved the strap-on.
That came later, after Donna told me she wanted to fuck ME with one of HER dildos.
The strap-on had become a regular (although not
Your Package Has Arrived – Part 2
A couple of weeks had passed since the UPS man caught me looking at gay porn while delivering a package to my house and made me suck him off by threatening to tell my wife and neighbors, and in spite of the fact that he had said he’d be back in a week, I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him.
To be honest, while I liked the taste of his big black meat and liked being forced to swallow his cock, the fear of being caught or having this spiraling out of control was
I met Nicole at a party. It was still early in the night, and she was standing alone, untouched drink in her hand. To my surprise, no guys were lining up to hit on this very attractive girl in a classic black cocktail party dress, but she definitely was giving a stand-offish vibe – she was obviously uncomfortable, waiting for a friend to come back. I was pretty much in the same situation, so I decided to use that to break the ice.
“Waiting for a friend?”
She looked up and
I didn’t think that I quite understood what I had just heard. My face must have been quite red and Brittany admittedly blushed as well, realizing that she had just said. My lovely, nerdy young tenant and neighbor (her husband and she leased a home from me) had just propositioned me in a way I couldn’t quite forget.
“So, let me get past the shock phase and make sure that I heard you correctly. You’re offering me your ass…in lieu of rent, for just how long? How many
I didn’t think that I quite understood what I had just heard. My face must have been quite red and Brittany admittedly blushed as well, realizing that she had just said. My lovely, nerdy young tenant and neighbor (her husband and she leased a home from me) had just propositioned me in a way I couldn’t quite forget.
“So, let me get past the shock phase and make sure that I heard you correctly. You’re offering me your ass…in lieu of rent, for just how long? How many
We met at the park like we agreed to do on over the phone the night before. When I saw her sitting at the picnic table, my heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful. Black shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes. On the phone she told me she was half white and half Mexican. I had seen her picture on the internet profile and already knew she was beautiful.
I walked to the picnic table still taking in the view. She was wearing what she said she would. It was a yellow blouse, a black skirt that
Her heartbeat pounds out a familiar rhythm as she waits in the dark, stretched silently across the mattress like an offering, knowing he’s on his way. The sensation of her pulse is primal. She’s tried to fill the long desolate stretch of daylight hours, anticipation rising with the setting of the sun. A few more hours, a few more mundane tasks, a little more self control. It’s a mountain she climbs daily, the precipice of which she now balances on, waiting alone in the tangle
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