Tamera West slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts werent on the screen, but on her date for that night, Eddie McDonald, a big, handsome boy, with craggy features like James Colburn — only younger, of course, Eddie was going to be a senior when school started again, (but sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) Shed only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, Nancy Cannon, whose steady boyfriend Jason, had brought Eddie along. And wow!
Lisa Stiener was cleaning her sons room when she
It started out as a quiet, normal Friday evening, Id come home from work to find my dinner in the oven and Janice, my wife, out at the bingo, Id eaten my dried out meal quickly, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and put a mucky video in the player, which was the nearest I came to sex these days. Upstairs I could hear Saras, my eighteen year old daughter, stereo playing though not loudly enough to be disturbing as I settled back to enjoy the tape.
Today was a big day for me, the biggest of my life so far, I thought to myself as I opened one eye and looked at the morning sunshine filtering into the hut. Today I not only turned adult but was also getting married.
On her wedding day Brenda stood looking at herself in the mirror. Too bad I cant wear white, she thought. At the moment she was wearing nothing at all. Later there would be a fashionable blue suit, but now she wanted to examine her body, to see what her fiance, Hal Davis, would see later on.
My wife went off with another man when my daughter, Natasja, was eight years old. She was a beautiful girl with waist-length hair. Bath-time resulted in me introducing my daughter to sexual intercourse. I never had a sex session like this.
Andrew had worked hard all his life without too much to show for it.
It was a smoggy, overcast day, and that partially accounted for it being so quiet, though it was the beginning of Christmas vacation. Whatever the reason, Donna Howell was just glad that the day had been so quiet, and she hurried to switch off the lights in her classroom before the usual last minute gossip wandered in, keeping her from leaving on time. It happened often during the school term and ordinarily the attractive blonde teacher didnt mind in the least, as she wasnt happy about going home to an empty house. But this day she had good reason to get home early, as she was expecting a phone call from her daughter.
Stop Daddy youre not supposed to touch me down there, Hayley cried, trying to fend of my advances, tugging at my hand as I was trying to pull her pajamas bottoms down.
If this is not the worst story Ive ever written, its not from lack of effort on my part. I wrote it as an exercise in bad similes, metaphors, and other big grammatical words most people dont learn in High School English, just in case the ASSM Bulwer-Lytton Festival came to fruition. It didnt, but I decided to inflict it upon you anyway. If you arent familiar with Edward Bulwer-Lytton and his (in)famous novel Paul Clifford, or at least with Snoopys attempt to be an author in Peanuts, then the first paragraph (and everything after it) will have little meaning for you. People looking for a stroker will be joining you at the exit.
Tina was my favorite daughter, always had been. She was the prettiest and the smartest of my three daughters. Our family was a decent, conservative, church going family, and I took my fatherly duties very seriously. I felt very proud that all my daughters had been virgins when they married. Tina was pregnant with her third child and seemed excited about her first boy. I was over the moon over the first grandson.
Pam Harper couldnt believe the strange sensations she had been having inside her pussy for the past week.
My name is Amy and I am twenty years old. I still live at home with my parents and they dont seem to mind. I guess I like to be close to my Daddy. He has always looked after me and I just cant break away from him. I havent really had any boyfriends. My problem is that I am a bit overweight. It sort of runs in the family. My Dad and Mom both are stocky people.