Don, I’d like you to meet Joshua.” Said Stacy as she and a young man about 22, her age, walked up to me. “He wants you to explain to him about your massages.”
We had gone to the Sensual Feelings porno book store located in the heart of Pensacola to look for some books that we would enjoy reading to each other.
Since a number of University students and other young people also frequented the store, I wasn’t surprised that my wife, Stacy, had
The photographs are exquisite. A portrait of a young man, his tattooed shoulders bared and soft brows furrowed as he takes a drag from a cigarette. The same man crouching, doubled over, a black sock-clad foot pressing into his back.
Every single black and white blown up print showed this pale, inked-up young model in a different light – with glitter trailing from his chest and neck up to his forehead, with his fingers squelching in thick clumping mud, with his head tilted back, hair
From the back room she entered. I watched her. I saw her glance at Me, then look away. Then she looked again and smiled. I turned My head back to the magazine I was pretending to read. I smiled to Myself. This was such fun.
she started working at the local drug store about a year ago. The first time I saw her I recognised her from years earlier, when she was just another awkward skinny kid along with a bunch of others, kicking cans.
Some of My friends noticed her too. They had described the new
We’ve always liked to use food to enhance our sex ever since we read “Like Water for Chocolate” and that book by Marquez where the wacky dictator puts asparagus into the vaginas of the local towns women. I think that is actually where we got the idea from, sophomore year of college literature class. We passed notes back and forth to each other describing what we were going to eat off of one another and how we would become human sundaes. Jesus we ruined a lot of bed sheets back
Love had been one of the least permanent things in Kate’s life. In her line of work, she traveled very light and nothing lasted long. Not even the pistols she used to snuff a contract were hers for more than a few days.
To look at Kate when she was all dolled up, you would have never expected her to be so cold.
When she waltzed though a room, heads would turn and the smell of hot sex and signs of stiff erections were everywhere. Sure, when necessary she could suck a guy off in record
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Mother, father, sister, and brother make a movie to save their house from foreclosure.
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“And action,” said the Director.
There she is sitting on the couch again with her knees parted enough for me to see her sweet spot, her panty covered mound. I’d give my right nut for a closer look, for a sniff, a touch, and a taste of my sister’s cunt, thought Jason sitting down in the chair across from his sister, while staring at all
It had been almost a month since Trudy’s first foray into the exciting world of dominance and submission and she and Mr. Wilson had enjoyed adventure after adventure. Trudy had found a whole new level of excitement in surrendering herself totally to her lover’s desires. Just putting on a blindfold was now enough to cause her pussy to literally drip with excitement. Mr. Wilson had tied Trudy in a number of different positions each more exposing than the last. She had enjoyed being
For the past 5 years Katie and I have been dating on and off. We met during our senior year of high school and after a failed attempt at college on each of our parts, we both kind of settled into each other, trying to latch onto some semblance normalcy in our early 20’s Gen X malaise.
By the time we had each hit 23, Katie and I were both steadily coming to the realization we were right for each other. Marriage was something however that neither of us really wanted to give any serious
We meet in a bar, me, my best sissyboy painslut & you. We are all dressed in everyday office attire; you boys look so professional in your suits. I have on a tight white blouse which strains a little at the buttons, the sheer lace of my bra clearly showing through; a straight black skirt, net stockings & heeled patent black pumps. There are other such groups in the bar & we don’t look out of place as we choose a quiet corner table;
however I’m willing to bet that none of
I was already running late for my first-time ever massage appointment, making me even a little more nervous. My hands on the steering wheel are starting to get sweaty and my heart begins to race.
I pull up to this quaint little house where my friend Chloee has set up her massage therapy business.
We have talked about this a lot and she understands my fear … and being the good friend that she is, she has given me a gift certificate for a massage as a birthday present.
Hearing the car pull up,