The mittens didn’t make the crawl very easy, but she followed as best she could. The tile floor hurt her knees a bit, but she focused her mind on the deed her master laid before her. They entered a room at the end of the hall, and it was rather large. A cold silver steel exam table laid in the middle, and along two conjoining at the corner walls were lined with cabinets. A counter top lined underneath the cabinets.
A light fixture for a very powerful light hung from the ceiling over the
If the motel were busier, you wouldn’t even notice her. She was about five foot five inches tall, brunette, 130 pounds, mid-forties, nice shape and probably fun to look at under her jogging suit. I had seen her yesterday in the operating waiting room. Like now, she had looked tired, down and alone. Company for continental breakfast seemed like a good idea, so I walked over to her table in the corner by the window. “I saw you at the hospital yesterday. My I join you for
We had been friends for some time, we had met at the restaurant where I was working, and had become drinking buddies. At the time of this story, I was 22, and he was 45.
Paul and I would often go out together pubbing. At some point (I really don’t remember when) he told me what he wanted to have sex. The thought didn’t offend me, but made me very nervous; my only male experience had been a public washroom masturbation encounter, so I told him I wasn’t interested.
We remained
Sundays have always been their favorite time together. And a rainy Sunday morning is perfection to them both. She curled her leg around his waist and stretched her lithe body straight, her limbs shaking at the end of the motion, until she again rests her head on her fluffy pillow. A crack of thunder makes them both jump and she snuggles closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers, the new morning endless.
He is stroking her hips with his rough, masculine hands and she wiggles
I lurched into my dorm room and sat heavily on my bed. Natalie looked up from her studying, and raised an eyebrow. We had only been in school for three weeks, but living together 24/7 we had already bonded as friends. She knew I was upset.
“You’re back early, Emma,” Natalie commented. “It’s not even midnight. Did Jimmy get drunk?”
“Yeah, but that’s not why I left.”
She waited.
“He wanted to go all the way.”
“Hey, sounds
Picking up her wristwatch off the back of the closed toilet seat lid she squinted at the face as she made out the position of the hands. 7:16pm and counting she thought as she tossed the watch down and lounged back against the plush air pillow. With an impatient sigh she willed herself to relax in the hot sudsy bubbles as the water gently lapped against the inner sides of the tub.
Closing her eyes she went over her checklist for the umpteenth time. Playlist of mixed music set and going on the
Sometimes a man’s path of action is planned out over days, or weeks, or months, and follows well-practiced steps to an anticipated place. And other times…
When I got out of the car at Oakwood Mall on that Saturday afternoon in June, I had no thoughts for adventure, risk, pleasure. I just needed to go to Sears and buy a couple of tools.
I entered the store and as I passed through the menswear department towards hardware, two young girls were coming the other way, and turning right,
Mary first met Jim’s employer at her wedding three years previously. The best way to describe him would be a black, ugly, old prick. If that wasn’t enough, he was also rude, overbearing, and demanding around white women. Maybe, having money and owning a construction company gave him the idea he could treat people like dirt. Being the boss of practically every man at the wedding was another reason he strutted around like an over-sized peacock.
It was strange, but he always treated
Oh. My. Goodness. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing? Creeping closer in the darkness, she realized she was, and while disturbing to watch, she felt her pussy twitch. Watching for a bit longer, until she felt sure she had to be back or be caught, she slowly and quietly made her way back to the street.
She had recently moved to the neighborhood, a really nice neighborhood, almost at the end of the cul-de-sac.
Kids playing on lawns, dogs barking, birds singing and more than a few
“It’s Earth Day at last.”
“Yeah, Outdoor fucking begins today.”
“Even though in this part of the country, most folks have to wait til May, or even summer, it’s great we have our hot tub, to get the early jump.”
My wife Mallory was idly stroking my cock as we floated away a lazy afternoon in our back yard hot tub. With any luck, this would be a prelude to great sex, perhaps not just here, but perhaps later again in the shower. Or the hammock . Or
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