Marion was beginning to wish her best friend Caitlin hadn’t persuaded her to sneak back into school with her to retrieve her purse. The two 18 year-old sixth-formers were best friends. Marion was Head Girl and Caitlin was Sports Captain, yet as they stood by the sign reading ‘Staff Only — Entry to all pupils forbidden’ that stood on the gate to the courtyard she was worried.
“What if we get caught?” she asked.
“We won’t get caught,’ insisted
Mia flicked her long, dark braid over her shoulder and took in her work with a critical eye. Her compressed lips softened into a slow smile as her gaze swept from one side of the wall to the other. She planted her hands on her hips and let out a relieved breath, pleased with her efforts. Even with the scaffolding still in the way it didn’t detract from the overall effect.
Gareth Robertson of Robertson Klein Architects had commissioned her to create a cityscape mural for the conference
“Mom! Pete! I’m home!” Alyssa called as she entered her childhood home. Having moved out 2 years prior when she had just turned 18, she had developed a greater appreciation for home and family. She stomped her feet on the welcome mat in the foyer to dislodge any excess snow she had gathered on her boots walking from her car to the front door. Hanging her winter coat on the coat tree in the corner, she took a moment to close her eyes and breathe deep the familiar smells of
“Hey, Trish? I didn’t see any–”
My husband stopped dead as he opened the door of the bedroom and saw the two of us there, naked on the bed. His eyes grew so big I almost laughed in spite of everything else I was feeling at that moment.
‘Us’, was Karen and I. It was Mike’s 44th birthday. Karen was his gift. I was the one giving her to him. At least, that was how simple it was supposed to be…
The threesome idea started when I ran into Karen online
Amanda looked down at the doorknob with mixed emotions. On the other side of this door was a man that she knew, without any shadow of a doubt, that she hated. She hated everything that he was, everything that he stood for, and pretty much everything in his world.
She also knew that she was about to give him one of the best blowjobs that he would ever get in his miserable, pathetic life.
And that, for her own very private reasons, gave her great satisfaction. A touch of excitement also spiced
Warm gentle breeze blows across my face. Gentle kisses rain down my face from Seleucus. His large hands rubbing my body just the right way, nipples hard and my excitement growing. I love you My Master, I hear myself say. His voice comes like a melody upon my ears. It starts getting dark and I hear an awful laugh. It seems to becoming from Seleucus when his eyes go from royal blue to blazing green.
“Seleucus!” I yell waking with a start splashing water everywhere as Seleucuss hands
He was oblivious to my pain. He was looking for his own gratification. It hurt so much. I couldn’t speak. I was paralyzed.
I thought to myself, “He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He doesn’t know its hurting me.”
Suddenly, its over, a twitch of his hips, a grunt and he fills my ass with his cum. Rolling off in an orgasmic stupor before realizing I haven’t moved. My tears have stopped but the my sobs shake me while I lay on my stomach in shock.
“Oh
Greg finally found his right new home. It was at the right size, right price, and a quiet neighbourhood, the place where he can quietly concentrate his home business. At 28, he was an ambitious young man. The next door neighbour was a couple most probably in their fifties. The man called Tom was a cold man who would pull a long face when coming across people. What sort of woman would fall in love with this kind of man, Greg thought.
Helen, his wife, on the other hand, was a polite person who
It had been a long and pleasant evening. The double date started with a dinner out, then progressed to dancing and drinks at an upscale club, and was now ending up at Steve and Dana’s place for light night banter.
Rachel loved evenings like this. She enjoyed dressing in her sexy strapless night club dresses and she loved socializing with their best “couple friends”. She sipped her martini and smiled while her husband good-naturedly argued with Steve about someone from work.
One summer in college, I shared an apartment with two brunettes and a redhead. {I thought about writing the story with a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, but it would have lost some authenticity.} Truly, one of the brunettes was my girlfriend. Jill was tall, with long curly hair, and amazing breasts. The other two were her best friends from class.
Missy, a curvaceous party girl, had long curly red hair, with blue eyes and freckles to match. And Liz was a petite athlete with smaller tits, but