Joe Christopher didn’t know, while he was out working on his 1952 Ford, Mary, an eighteen year old girl who had at last run away from an orphanage in Illinois, had made her way to his house of all places out in the middle of rural, Bryan, Ohio, and snuck into his house through the kitchen.
Mary couldn’t wait another three years. She’d escaped during the night, and had stayed on the run for days. By the time she reached Joe Christopher’s, she was good at staying
Miranda had been single for just over two weeks. Two glorious weeks of parties, girl-“dates”, movies with friends, and relaxing by the pool. It was too cool to swim just yet, but she sure didn’t mind putting on a skimpy little suit and flaunting it in front of the new lifeguard as she and her friends tanned on the deck.
Yesterday, the guy at the refreshment bar had given her a drink for no charge. The other girls had paid for theirs, but he only winked at Miranda and told her
Leonora moved in next door to us in the summer of 1972. I was 20 at the time and our new neighbour was a ripe, finely mature forty-five years young. I was in lust from the moment I first saw her and that first sighting actually took my breath away. It wasn’t until my brain registered the tightness in my chest that I made a conscious effort to breathe;
such was the intensity of the moment. Leonora, to me, was stunning and although I didn’t know it at the time, she was going to
As he exploded in her mouth she felt the car slow a bit, bearing to the right. She wiped the last remnants of his pleasure from her chin and sat up, taking a look at the rest area around them. They both needed to compose themselves so he picked a remote parking space in the RV lot and put the car in park. To their mutual chagrin, a small Winnebago pulled into the spot next to them.
The driver was in his 40s, a free-living academic type with sandy brown hair. He peeked into their car and saw the
Brock Barry Peterson was the handsomest man I had ever seen. He was over six feet tall and had smooth clear skin, blue blue eyes and white white wavy hair. He was always impeccably dressed in expensive well-tailored suits, crisp ironed shirts, and tastefully colored ties. He wore a special cologne. I don’t know what it was, but it was heady. Sitting across from
Looking around the room, she made sure the candles were in place. So many colors, shapes and sizes, yet they fit with the décor, adding a hint of mysterious shadow in one spot while dispelling shadows in another. Colors, blending with orchids arranged amid baby’s breath, complementing framed artwork hanging above them, enhancing deep rich hues of hanging drapery and reflecting off gleaming woodwork, each had its place and was ready for the match.
Her eyes gleamed in the soft light of the
I met Danielle through a friend at a party. She was a hot little half Italian and half Jewish girl with a great little body, pretty face and beautiful brown hair. She was also sexy as could be.
I was busy with other people at the party so we did not hook up then, but a couple months later a mutual friend of ours, Rachel, asked if Danielle could crash at my place while she looked for a place to live in Toronto.
Rachel was also hot and promised to make it worth my while, so I agreed to let
Jasmine and I have been seeing each other for about three years now. Although I was totally in love with her, I have to admit I was getting a little bored with our sex life, and I found my eyes were straying a little more than they should. I most definitely did not want to cheat on her, though, so I figured it was time to try and make her into a three-input lady.
Jasmine had the cutest little ass I’d ever seen. She had been a gymnast until she was 17, and retained all the youthful
The young man in the story is 19 years old.
This story begins in a bathroom at Washington Park in 1973…
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Chapter One: Roaming eyes.
I was minding my own affairs, just taking a leak in the men’s room in the park, when it came to my attention that I had an audience down at the other end of the long through urinal. I glanced over, and saw that it was a guy that had been sitting on the side of the hill watching us work.
The guy was staring at me while I relieved myself, so I gave him a
Hello my name is Charlize Waters. Everyone calls me Charlie. I’m quickly approaching 30 years of age and dreading it. The big 3 0. I’ve been pulling gray hairs out of my hair brush for the last year. I’m also noticing lines on my forehead whenever I look in the mirror. Some might say that 30 isn’t old at all, but you have a tendency to feel old when the majority of your co-workers don’t know who the Fraggles were and can’t legally buy alcohol. I work in a