My name is Jane I am twenty six years old.
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!
Robert Carlyle was enjoying his Saturday morning; he was lying on his bed with his earphones on listening to some music on his mp3 player.
I hate myself, thought Francie as she looked in the
Like all young men, or most of them I would think, maybe even older men too, the first thing I do upon awakening is reach for my crotch for that reassurance that it’s still there, still working, or just to say good morning to a dear friend. There are times when you don’t need to reach there for any kind of reassurance, because you could feel the pressure down there; but you reach there anyway, even if just to show appreciation and acknowledgement of its presence.
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
My wife Daytona & I met at a mutual friends singles New Years Eve party. I really didnt wanna go, but my friend (the host) wanted me to come. I arrived about 10pm. The host had valet parking, a Rose for all of the ladies & even a door man. He was skinny kinda nurdy looking with tape holding he eye glasses together.
Mike McBride was driven to adultery by his inability to satisfy his lustful appetite with his wife. Even though he loved her, he craved certain acts which she absolutely refused to participate in. But then, activating his desires on others only made him crave his wife more. It was she he wanted to do these things to. What Mike didnt know was that his wife had been involved in lascivious behavior before they met. Would he find out? Only if she didnt pay the blackmailer.
I whistled with cheerful excitement as I drove down the quiet, suburban road towards the home of my sister. Married with three kids, my sister Melanie had a nice, white-collar existence in a respectable home, though her and her husband were not quite as respectable as they seemed!
It was 11 am of a sunny and glorious morning at a popular international Resort in Cancun, Mexico. My lovely wife Angela and I were enjoying the 2nd day of our 1 week vacation, and, recommended by a friend of us who suggested the place, we were not disappointed at first sight. A beautiful sandy beach and crystal water enchanted the place where, mostly Europeans, were already in full-beach mode, plus hotel facilities and its food choices were amazing.
The Sisters Savoy they were known as, when they had their nightclub act. They sang and danced and told funny stories about growing up triplets. They were each as beautiful as the other, even though they were never that famous. I broke up the act you see, when mom became pregnant with me. That bulging belly broke the symmetry of the three and they never got back into show biz after that. Susan, my mother, married my dad, a local hardware store owner. Shortly after, Aunt Sylvia wed a rich man, who died when his private plane went down, a few years back. Aunt Sally hitched her wagon to a long distance truck driver, who was seldom in town.
How did I get here I wondered to myself as I stood there in the aisle of the theater looking at my wife.
My wife Becque, was an even 10 years younger than me.
The bright morning sun streaming through the window shone straight into my eyes, waking me but preventing me from seeing anything. I cupped a hand against my forehead to shade the glare, and looked around to get my bearings. My bed was twin-sized, the mattress not too comfortable, the sheets clean-smelling but threadbare. There was one chair and a sink and toilet in the corner. The grid pattern of the sun on my bed clearly represented bars, but I could tell that this room was too fancy, if you can imagine that, too fancy to be a jail cell; certainly, it didnt look as sparse and forbidding as the cell I had occupied one night not too long ago. My nightgown did not look familiar; it looked more like a hospital gown.
Description: A young versatile university PhD professor is tired of being the object of derision as the pocket protector guy. When offered an opportunity to join a unique company, he takes a chance and enjoys the transition.
I have a fetish for a submissive wife, we’ll call her “Carol”. I don’t really mean “tie to the bed” or “make me a sandwich” submissive though. What I mean is she will basically be a sex toy when I want her to be. Let me explain.
Ethans parents raised him to always treat others with respect. He took those lessons seriously, especially when it came to women. So he was in a bit of a dilemma when Megan starting screaming, Fuck me like a whore. Make me your whore!
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.
I fucked my heavily pregnant big sister. At the time she was twenty six and I was a shy pimply faced twenty year old more comfortable handling books than girls. I was forever horny and spent a lot of time jerking off after or while reading sex novels and magazines. This was before the time of internet porn. I’d had two girlfriends but had never gotten past the kissing and feeling stage. The last one was a year before this incident. But I had done some fucking, having mustered the courage on about half a dozen occasions over the past two years to invest saved up pocket money on cheap prostitutes.
There were numerous reasons why Drew Livingston was concerned, numerous reasons why he was willing to do his sister and brother-in-law a favor and head over to Europe to try to find their teenage daughter, seventeen-year-old Amy Mitchell.
Joanna was a beautiful African-American woman in her mid-forties with two beautiful children: a 19-year-old son Markus and a 21-year-old daughter Alison. She was recently divorced from her husband Bill whom she had been married to since she was eighteen who left her without an explanation why. She was left alone… and extremely horny. She honestly felt like the only two people in the world who cared at all about her were her two beloved children who stuck by her through her messy divorce from their father Bill. And she intended to repay them in a big way for their love and devotion!
ou know how as a young boy growing up you usually learned about sex through the internet, porn, etc…. I was not so fortunate growing up. My only way of releasing was with my hand and to my own thoughts. My parents were strictly religious and polygamists at that so as you could imagine I had an interesting childhood. My father was about 57 at this time when I was 18. I was the oldest boy with two older sisters, and I had 4 younger sisters and 2 younger brothers.
Greg had pestered his wife to let a big black cock
“Professor, is that you?” I was walking through the American Airlines concourse at LAX, through security and headed for the gate of my redeye flight headed back east. I was already tired, and annoyed that I would have to connect in O’Hare in the middle of the night.