“This is true story of my friends …read and enjoy ..it is in her words only .”
This is a true incident - memories of that are still very vivid in my mind ..I am a 22-year-old girl; convent educated & have experience of fucking with my BF. I have a fair complexion & consider myself attractive & have a good well-maintained slim figure of 34-28-33 of which I am pretty proud. A couple of months ago, I had to travel to Nagpur on an emergency and as train tickets were not available at short notice, I had to take the Overnight State roadways bus. Read the rest of this entry »
Mike is the Maintenance man for my condominium. Today Mike shows up with three sweaty friends all looking for a cool drink of water, or so they say. I graciously invite them all into the kitchen for a drink. As I am fumbling with the water jug I allow my robe to slip off my shoulders exposing my nice tanned breast. I smile my sleazy grin and sorry I hope you don’t mind. One of the men says Mike told us all about you and we want to see much more. I casually untied the robe and let it fall to the floor. All the men stood up at once but seemed unsure what to do next. Read the rest of this entry »
A long drum roll of thunder boomed across the landscape, shaking the house and making the windows rattle in their frames.
Leaves rustled loudly in the sudden wind as the rapidly advancing clouds swept across the early summer sky, displacing the bright sunshine.
As the electricity built in the air, Kathy felt her nipples tightening beneath the fabric of her T-shirt. She moved to the living room window and looked out at the street. Thin, almost invisible lines of water were falling from the sky, sending up tiny puffs of steam as they struck the heated pavement. Read the rest of this entry »
The party was intolerable.
Jewels and glassware glittered under the soft light of giant chandeliers, and the strains of classical music issued from strategically placed and carefully hidden speakers. Selina Sommers, clutching a tall flute of something white and sparkly, polite smile pasted on her peach-painted lips, thought she would go out of her mind if she didn’t get out of there soon.
The celebration of financial success for senior executives and other important personages was the annual envy of the industry. As the publishing world’s newest rising star, Selina had been thrilled to receive an invite to Mr Vandelay’s party. Read the rest of this entry »
The Professor was an interesting guy when addressing his own subject, forensic pathology, but otherwise, thought Richard, he was as stimulating as a dry hump in Halifax on a wet Whit-Sunday. But because Queenie, Richard’s wife, was the Prof’s colleague, she had dragged him along to this dinner party in the big house near Regent’s Park. Richard’s battered old Jag was now parked outside, rubbing shoulders with shiny Mercs and sleek Porsches. Richard was parked inside, at the table, rubbing shoulders with a totally resistible, redheaded, 50-ish lecturer on tropical diseases. Read the rest of this entry »
Ever since I met my husband, one of his biggest fantasies has been to watch me masturbate and make myself cum. I’ve sort of done it for him a couple of times….on our second date I sat on his chest, my pussy just inches from his face and fingered myself and played with my clit until I was soaking wet and on one other occasion in the shower I grinned evilly at him while rubbing my clit as the water splashed onto my chest. Both times, though, I didn’t cum and we ended up fucking instead.
I don’t think that I’m too shy to do it….I’ve been very aware of my sexuality since I was almost 10….my husband Chris and I make love often….only, we hardly ever call it “making love”. Fucking is a more accurate term for our sex life….we almost always wake up sore and bruised and loving it. No, it’s not my being a sort of shy person. I think, more than anything, it’s the fact that I’ve masturbated by myself, at least once a week, sometimes more and I just never wanted to “share” that with anyone. In a strange way it’s something thats all mine and I wasn’t ready to give that up yet. Read the rest of this entry »
I stopped, taking a break, and looked at my new home. I had recently divorced, and decided that a move was what I needed to get my head straight. I had moved from Kansas City, Missouri to Houston, Texas.
I looked over at the other boxes that I had piled in the yard, most of my stuff moving men had brought to the house, but there were a few things that I didn’t trust them with and had loaded them into my car to move myself. I sighed and circled my shoulders, the boxes were heavy, and I wasn’t sure if I had enough energy left to take them in the house. Read the rest of this entry »
My name is Tiffany but I’m well known as Tiff or babygirl because of my adorable face (I’m not bragging). I’m always being told that I have cute features.
I would never forget this experience that I’m about to tell you. It was my first lesbian experience as well as gang-bang. I’m not a whore but I enjoyed every minute of it.
I awoke one morning and automatically reached over to my boyfriend’s spot in the bed, but it was empty. I got out of bed and realised that I was still naked after last night’s love making. I smiled and headed to the bathroom for a shower. After bathing, I dressed in a pair of short jeans and a sleeveless top. I could tell it was going to be a hot day so I wanted to be prepared for it. I brushed my long, brown hair and headed straight for the stairs where I could smell the sweet aroma of coffee, bacon and toast. I heard a voice that sounded familiar but it also sounded as thought the person was crying. I descended the stairs and entered the kitchen where I saw my friend Xania, I call her the town slut (she has probably fucked and sucked every guy in her town). She and my boyfriend were both sitting at the bar, she was crying and he was speaking to her in a soft, comforting, sympathetic tone. Read the rest of this entry »
Joan and I arrived at Donna’s place around 7 that night. On the way over, Joan kept asking about the surprise Donna had in store for us.
“What do you think it is?” she asked numerous times.
“I don’t know but I’m sure after this afternoon, it will be a good one,” I answered.
We arrived at Donna’s and Joan knocked on the door. We waited for a few minutes and heard some noises coming from the other side of the door. Finally, Donna opened the door. Joan and I stood in the hallway, stunned by Donna’s appearance. Read the rest of this entry »
Joel Taylor sighed as the black van carrying himself and his fellow prisoner pulled quickly away from the stark concrete walls of the prison. Branscombe Wood had been his home for the last four years and was where he had assumed that he would serve out the his sentence. But there had been trouble - there usually was.
The fight had not really been his fault. Nor had it been Ralph’s either, the other well built black man that currently shared the back seat of the van. Ralph was a good guy and the two men had become best friends on the inside. They looked out for each other well, usually avoiding trouble and avoiding the “queens” that habitually prowled the jail looking for fresh meat. The system usually worked well until Joel had been cornered one afternoon in the shower block by a gang of them. The big man had fought tooth and nail to avoid their advances but, even he had to admit, until Ralph put in an appearance, he was losing the struggle. With a combined effort Joel and Ralph had managed to see the queens off, the problem was, in doing so, they put one of them in the prison hospital with multiple fractures. Read the rest of this entry »