Nicola King sat in the beer garden of the Dog and Fox nursing a gin and tonic. It was early Friday evening and she had arranged to meet her best friend, Sara Hamilton-Finch, for a quick drink after work. In fact best friend had become somewhat of an understatement recently.
Sara and Nicola had first met at veterinary college, Nicola the bookworm with a lower middle class upbringing in Manchester and Sara the effortlessly intelligent socialite from darkest Surrey. On the face of it not a match
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“Shit,” I muttered to myself. “It never fails! Every time I get in the shower!”
With that, I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, heading for the phone.
“Hello,” I panted after running half naked through my house, picking up the phone, and dripping water all over the floor in the process.
“Hey. What’s up?” a feminine voice asked.
“Oh, hey Jen. I’m just about to have a shower.”
“What are you
I pulled up outside her house and Maria climbed off the pillion. Her racquet was slung across her back and she reached behind and pulled it over her head.
She was smiling; in fact she never stopped smiling except of course when I tried to put my hand up her dress. Then it was, “Please stop; I don’t want you to. Why do you always have to spoil everything by being dirty?”
I had no wish to spoil anything, I just wanted to put my hand between her legs and feel her pussy. Even when
Cindy and her younger sister Betsy were looking out the kitchen window. Cindy’s son, Kevin, was swimming in the backyard pool. Kevin was climbing out from the water, totally nude. Cindy and Betsy had their eyes glued to his thin, tall body. Drops of water were dripping off of the tip of Kevin’s cock.
Cindy said to Betsy, “How was Kevin in bed?”
Betsy’s mouth dropped open.
“How did you know that?” Betsy replied.
“You two have been awfully chummy
Andie woke when a pair of hands parted her legs. The tall redhead opened her eyes, then decided it was of no use in the dark bedroom. She briefly wondered who her visitor was as a warm body settled between her parted thighs. She sighed as the thick tip of a firm cock slowly nudged her labia apart and penetrated her.
Although she had her own room, as the only woman in a house full of men, Andie was used to such late-night visits. Truth be told, she would have been disappointed if no one had
Nicola King sat in the beer garden of the Dog and Fox nursing a gin and tonic. It was early Friday evening and she had arranged to meet her best friend, Sara Hamilton-Finch, for a quick drink after work. In fact best friend had become somewhat of an understatement recently.
Sara and Nicola had first met at veterinary college, Nicola the bookworm with a lower middle class upbringing in Manchester and Sara the effortlessly intelligent socialite from darkest Surrey. On the face of it not a match
Steve and I have been together a bit over six years, and we’ve been very happy together. We have many similar interests and sex has always been great, though not very adventurous, and at times we’ve had to shake ourselves out of the sameness that creeps in with most couples.
We both have professional jobs, and Steve usually leaves our house earlier than me. About five months ago after going through our usual morning routine of Showering, a quick chat over breakfast and a departing
“What’s wrong, Zaccheus?”
“What? Nothing.”
“Nothing. Right.”
Arif crossed the room we shared and took two glasses and the decanter from the dresser and came back to where I stood, looking out our small window over the garden. He filled one crystal challis and offered it to me. I took it and drew in a taste of the warm port, turning back to the soothing vista of night sky and moonlit garden. Arif remained by my side, sipping from his glass.
“Tell
Roy Sharpe felt like his life was turning around, after having gone through a rough patch. Roy had gotten married a couple of years ago, and right after he made Mindy his bride, he lost his job as the economy tanked.
Now newly employed, Roy felt like a man once more. As a representative for a winery in the Finger Lakes region, Roy was hired to work all of the wine tastings and festivals in Eastern New York and New England, pouring samples and extolling the virtues of the products he was
Around two o’clock on the afternoon of her nineteenth birthday, Katie was bored. She perched on the arm of her Dad’s favourite chair and gazed out of the window at the quiet street where she had grown up. The house was on a T junction so Katie could look straight down a stretch of road for about a hundred yards, past the neat front gardens, to where the street curved out of sight. Nothing moved in the sunshine. The whole street seemed to be taking a summer afternoon nap.
It was
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