I couldn’t have not noticed her, I realize that in hindsight. The moment my eyes encountered her, though, the fascination acted like a switch to my young brain and disrupted all the circuits but the primal ones. You’d have noticed her too, had you been in my place. Among the sea of hectic tourists in their garish outfits, she was like an epiphany. Huge, dark eyes that appeared to look right into a different world, above high, exotic cheekbones and a finely chiseled nose drew my look like magnets. Lips that were full – but not artificially so – and darkly outlined into kissable perfection twitched slightly upward in a joke that nobody but her could hear. She wasn’t young, not by my measures, early forties if I’d dare a guess. But like expensive wine, she had only grown in beauty and intensity. Her face was, for lack of any better term, an oxymoron to me. Something about her radiated angelic innocence, but whenever that sparkle in her eyes lit up, there seemed to be some wicked, hidden daemon bubbling just beneath the surface. I could not really shape it into words, but from the moment that I saw her, I was entranced. Her black dress was far too expensive and classy for a place like this where tourists bargained for rebate on coffee and cake, but she didn’t seem to mind. Absently, her fingers stroked the cigarette pack that lay in front of her, and a feeling, strange but oddly familiar too, bubbled up inside me. I didn’t realize it, but I sighed. The waitress brought my Latte …
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Here's the thing. I have to goway back, then I have to go back, then I can tell you about last night's date. Way back: When my folks were newly married, they lived in an apartment complex and were best friends with the couple next door. Then both couples started having families, and jobs took both families to other cities. They remained close but the families saw each other very rarely — every 5 or 10 years, or even longer. So: Around 2000-2001, my work moved me to a hip part of Atlanta. One day Mom calls me and says, "Oh, you know I got a Christmas card from [f****y X] and it turns out that their daughter Milly*, the one that's about your age, is also in that part of Atlanta! You guys should meet. You know I have a photo of both of you playing together when you were about 4. [f****y X] was driving thru and stayed the night, and you k**s all stayed up playing in the basement." She sent a scan of the photo to her friend Mrs. X, copying me and Milly* on the email. I'm in a corner now. I have to call Milly and ask if she'd like to get together for lunch or something. And she does. And she is fucking CUTE. So we have lunch on a Thursday and make plans for dinner on Friday. [An aside. The boss at my new Atlanta office is maybe 50, has a couple of k**s and his wife is a gynecologist who has basically died inside – she wanted to deliver babies for a living, and instead she spends virtually every day telling very wealthy women that they have STDs from their cheating scumbag …
Mutual Masturbation: Part Two. Would You Lik
First Mutual Masturbation: Part Two. "Would You Like to Touch it?" For the better part of the following few days thoughts of that night were running through my head. I definitely had mixed feelings, but every time the picture of us in that tent in my backyard I became highly aroused. I still liked girls, but something about what we did was different and exciting. About a week after our first mutual masturbation session my friend and myself were hanging out enjoying the second week of summer break. We hadn't had an opportunity to continue our newly discovered hobby and were starting to get a bit restless. He suggested we have another sl**pover at his house the following night. I agreed to the idea. His dad was often out of town on business and his mother worked primarily night shifts. This along with the fact that his two older siblings were off at college would work in our favor. The next evening I arrived at his house with the same nervous anticipation I had felt a week earlier. I don't believe that either of us wanted to seem to eager, but we both new what we would be getting to do once his mother left for work. Around midnight, nether of us couldn't pretend we wanted to continue watching TV knowing we had the house to ourselves. I was againa little nervous as we shut everything off and headed to his bedroom. Instead of changing into shorts for bed we both just removed are pants and shirts leaving us standing in front of one another in just our underwear. It had …
Afternoon at the pool
An overcast weekday at the end of summer, definitely a good day to get a workout in. No waiting for a lane today. We didn’t even have to share. We finished our laps and decided to grab an early dinner on the way home. We’d meet back in about 20 minutes. I headed to the mens locker room and she to the ladies. I opened my locker and grab my towel. I slid my trunks to the floor and headed to the shower stalls. The water had been a little chilly so I wasn’t impressing anyone but then there wasn ‘t much of an audience anyway. I walked to the end of the row of stalls and just as I was entering it, I heard a soft familiar giggle behind me. I turned and there she was. I heard voices so I grabbed her and all but threw her into the stall and slammed the door! “You’re going to get us kick……….” She never let me finish my statement. She grabbed my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. She kissed me fiercely and I could feel the passion in her body boiling over. Her skin was hot, and her nipples pressed through the spandex of her suit like diamonds. My manhood sprang to life instantly, no trace of the cold water could be seen. I grabbed the straps of her suit and dropped to my knees. In one fluid motion she was a naked as I. She reached over my head and turned the shower on hot, really hot! I kissed her stomach. I love kissing her stomach. Her skin is soft and she is always shaved completely bare. I reached around and squeezed her cheeks. She likes that. I separated them and ran my …
Dirty Throb
(Nope, there is no sequel, sorry). Nuh uh, the only character development you’ll find occurs between you and the words on this page… right now. This is different. You're encouraged to do some things you wouldn’t normally do – take a mental journey to places you wouldn’t ordinarily go. Is that all right? Get naked from the waist down, and get the oil. C’mon, let’s go. Walk into jet-black darkness with your arms, your mind (and whatever else you’d like) extended. Give me your hand. It’s a forward motion, but we won’t stroll in a straight line to get to our destination. Hold on. I know you may be tempted to run in the opposite direction. I hear your hard swallows and panted breath. I sense the slight tremble in your legs from facing the unknown. But, just stay with me. Pour some oil in your hand. Here, in pitch-blackness… Four fingers trace a message at the base of your neck. It’s a touch so soft that it sends a wave of possibilities straight to your extensions. Slowly, I write B-R-E-A-T-H-E. Breathe deep for me. That’s it. Apply the oil between your legs. Exhale franticness. Forget about the swig of coffee missing your mouth and drizzling on your shirt at breakfast. Forget about the wet spot quickly forming a thin chocolate outline the shape of the Texas panhandle, prompting you to have to change your entire ensemble. Stop thinking about the desperate search for your keys that made you trip over air, causing you to run instead of walk to your car – the one that made you …
First Time With Grandma
Tom turned to do another length of the lawn with the mower. He had been at it for over an hour and was barely half way through. However he needed the cash and mowing his grandma's grass would help tremendously. She had always been very generous with her money especially to her only grandson and he hoped that he would get enough to buy that new game for his X Box plus a little bit more. Just as he reached the house he saw his grandma waving from the kitchen window, she then held up a can of coke indicating that he should stop for a drink. Tom stopped the mower and sauntered into the house. Grandma Rose was his Mom's Mom, a widower of 70 and had lived in this big house since her marriage 40 years earlier. Tom thought it was daft to have such a big house to maintain, but even though his Mom & Dad begged her to sell up and move somewhere smaller, she was determined to stay. It did, though, give Tom the opportunity to help out and earn cash, so he wasn't complaining. He was just 14 and had recently started going out with his first proper girlfriend, Claire. He was hoping to impress her by taking her out for a nice meal this weekend and if things went to plan, maybe, just maybe he would lose his virginity. His parents were off on a Golf weekend and the house would be all his. Claire had already succumbed to his teenage fumbling and last Saturday night at the cinema he'd had a nice feel of her small pert breasts during a snogging session. Hopefully Claire would be up for more when …
A Poem for You
I wanted to write a poem for you. I've never written one before. I've seen that little book you keep, the cuts and pastes of your life, a collection of words. I've seen the pictures and the artful curve of your script. I've seen you nurture it when you thought there were no eyes. I want to be a part of your book. I want to be a part of your life. I look into your life. I look into your eyes. And, I see you. I want to put this into words because you love words. They give the appearance of control, of profound understanding. I love the way you use them, the way you hide behind them, the way they reveal you, how they are the lover I must defeat. You sling them. You withhold them. You attempt to master them. To many, you have succeeded. But, I see you. I see your deeper understanding, your fascination, your addiction to what is beneath the letters. I've watched you stare at the spaces between the groupings, close your eyes and nod with understanding, hear music where we cannot even register sound. That's just with what's been written down. I've watched you watch them being spoken. For that, I have no words. Un-nameable are many things I've witnessed when it comes to you. Sometimes I've assumed ice where there is nothing but heat, reached out to soothe you only to be burnt. I value where you have marked me. To witness your implosions, the whirl of emotions… For you to see me not shield my eyes as glass flies… The you that cries in movies and while mouthing the lines of the …
Benefits of being a Samaritan Part 1
It had been a long day. I had been driving back from yet another trip to London. I had started the day at the office but a breakdown had sent me yet again on the road to London, a four hour drive each way, on a good day. Today was not one of those, so it was getting late when I left and I had got stuck in traffic and the SatNav was informing me that there was even more traffic ahead. I decided to take the alternative road home. I didn’t mind the other road, it was almost always much quieter, but further to drive. I turned off the SatNAv as I headed for the other road. Once I was on it I could turn it back on since it was the quickest way, but I didn’t want the nagging information to keep telling me to turn around as I was getting there. I stopped after about two hours, filled up with fuel, coffee and chocolate, and even got sandwiches. After another half an hour I was on the alternative road. It was the middle of summer and it was around 10 pm when I saw the yellow flashing lights of a broken down car ahead. I pulled over, and switched on my own flashing lights on top of my van, giving other drivers more warning. Stood by the car was a middle aged woman, dressed in a very tight blouse, her cleavage exposed, and a short skirt. I was quite shocked at first, but went over and asked what the problem was. Really there was no need as I could see the flat tyre. She told me that they had heard a bang and pulled over. I told her to follow me to a parking bay which wasn’t too far up …
Wicked Ties
It was official. She was going to kill Steven. What kind of an editor would send a journalist to cover a story as vapid as this one? Laura smirked to herself, disillusioned. The headline, “Derek Vega – God of Sex, Prophet of Rock” was downright top notch for Glitterati, the turd of a tabloid she worked for. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, she reminded herself. It was a miracle that she’d even gotten the job. A 25- year old community college graduate with no previous work experience truly was the beggar of the capitalist world. After the death of her parents, she’d been formed to say goodbye to dreams of serious, journalism in exchange for being able to provide for her brother. Interning for a major mazing wasn’t an option to those who needed to find 17- year old stoners. It was because of this, that Laura Bale found herself waiting in line to see The Immortals play their first major New York gig. At an underground club like The Black Death though, the music simply served as an excuse for finding a hot body to grind up against. She looked down at herself once more, cursing Steven to yet again for sending her on a job that made her feel like Nemo on dry land. Or Shamu, she thought, as she stared at the anorexic skanks lined up ahead of her. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt and a white, ruffled shirt, completely work- appropriate and reporter chic. She looked cute, at least by her own standards. Only cute wasn’t going to get her by in a place that catered only for women …
Samantha by loyalsock
She couldn't help herself, even though it was so dangerous now, this collection of pornography. Sex, it all its guises, all its forms, had always fascinated her, reached into her deeply. She'd been building it for years, harvesting the best from the floods of pornography that flowed across the net in the days before the ultra right took over things in the country. After that, many of her e-mail pen pals disappeared, one by one. Too many had careers or families to protect, and the net had become a dangerous place. The person who traded hot pics or stories with you one day might knock on your door with a badge and warrant the next. After college Samantha met a nice man, a bit up tight and old fashioned, but he treated her well. He joined the Promisers, bought a nice house in a nice neighborhood to hold his young trophy wife, and with a little persuasion, bought her a computer for her to keep in touch with the girls. And keep in touch Samantha did. Within weeks she was back in contact with the kink underground. Her collection of stories and artwork, safely stored away on disks, came out of hiding. She traded her best for newer stories and even more extreme artwork. Fantasies darker and hotter than she'd imagined possible found their way into her collection, and Samantha began to wish for a husband a little less old fashioned. When the knock came she was finishing a cup of coffee in front of the TV. She opened the front door and found herself face to face with a man and woman, …
Beer Pong [MF]
A few weekends ago, I went to visit my friend, Jay, at college. He took me to a pretty big party. The only person I knew there was him. He met up with his buddies and they all wanted to play beer pong. He teamed up with his friend and I got paired up with a blonde girl that was kind of cute, but a little bit chubby. She was wearing a shirt and jeans that were a bit too small for her. Her name was Cindy. By the time we got teamed up she was already drunk. She had a really cute face and I thought to myself while her body may be a little soft she could probably give a really nice blow job with that cute face of hers. The host let everyone know the shutout rule which was you got a naked lap around the building with your hands behind your back. I had no intentions of getting shutout. We won our first and second games, with Cindy only having made one cup. Then our third game, we got shutout. I was horrified, but realized I would never see these people again. So I took off my shoes, and looked over at Cindy. She was already naked and running out the door. I quickly stripped down and followed her. The rest of the party was looking out the window and laughing, but nobody followed us outside. Being in much better shape than she was I was able to catch up to her. From behind her ass was jiggling and I found it attractive. I passed her, and looked over. Her stomach was fairly flat and tits were bouncing in a way I found attractive. I tried not to stare as we turned the first corner …
The Skeleton from the Cupboard: 01. Sarah and Frank
Chapter 1. The two late children Sarah: The surprising death is a difficult thing and bigger pain for our soul than somebody who is in serious illness. Then we know that death will come inevitably and we can prepare our soul for the end. However I lost my dear husband in a flash. He simply fell on the ice breaking his legs, but drops of bone marrow entered his bloodstream. He died in pulmonary embolism. I became a young widow at the age of forty-seven years. George (my husband) was five years older, than me. Our three children all left our midwest city. Our older daughter Vanessa lives in Hawaii, our younger daughter Margaret in Maine and our son Peter in Louisiana. All our children had kids, so I could not say I go to that or this city to help them with my grandchildren. I did not know what I would do in the far future. I came from a poor family, my mom was a divorcee with two children and my dad was lost in the big country without leaving a trace after the divorce. He wanted to avoid paying child support and alimony to my mom, and hiding one's identity was more manageable thing at that time. Yes we were before nine eleven. My mom worked as a waitress in a better class restaurant, but she raised my brother and me well. We both graduated from high school and my brother, Bob went to Police Academy. After 25 years of Police service he is working as a security boss for a racecourse now. Bob lives happy life with his wife and they are grandparents from their two daughters now. I …
Brazilian Teenager, Part 2
This is a followup to the Brazilian teenage story I posted here recently. You may remember about some cock teasing by a group of teenage girls on the beach and then a little more intimate fun, by chance, in my apartment. Well, some time passed after the chance, but incredibly sexy, meeting with the girl. Giselle, as I found out her name, and there were no chance meetings. I even went to the beach as regularly as I could to try and accidentally see them, but no luck. They didn’t come back, so I became concerned that someone had spotted us and I was a few moments away from a beating. As with some things in life, just when you think all hope is lost, a twist of fate plays into the situation. In Brazil there are, for the want of a better English phrase, whore houses. There are not many, but in this city I knew a few. So one Friday I went along. The idea is you pay a fee at the door which gives you some beer vouchers in the club. There are a number of ‘private dance’ rooms and then a dance floor and bar upstairs. There are normally a lot of girls available, all dressed provocatively, and you choose a girl (if you want) and negotiate time with her in one of the rooms. Once done, you goto to the bar, tell them who you chose and pay the cash. Inside the room, well, dancing is not always what happens. So, there I was, I paid my money and went upstairs. Straight away a girl comes over, asks if you want a beer and takes one of the vouchers. She saunters back and starts to talk. This …
Summer Of Firsts – Chapter 8
The following weekend my older sister was on the phone making plans to sleepover at friend’s house. I was incredibly excited because this meant I could use her vibrator again. I overheard her talking to her friend about going to a party and how she was totally going to fuck the guy she had been kind of seeing. I would have to say that at the time my sister’s promiscuous behavior was what opened up most of my curiosity about sex. She regularly talked to her best friend on the phone about sucking cock and getting fucked, the joys of sharing a room. After my sister finished making her plans to lie to our parents and sneak off to a party to get her brains fucked out. She handed the phone to me, “That little neighbor boy called for you. I wrote the number on the pad by the TV." After about three minutes of her teasing me about my “little boyfriend”, she wondered out of the room. I thought to myself “If she only knew.” I closed the door and dialed the number. His mother answered the phone. When I asked for him, she asked who I was and seemed very unenthused by my answer. After about five minutes of dead silence he finally picked up the phone. “Hey you,” he said, trying his best to sound suave. “Hey, how are you doing?” I asked. “Pretty good, my mom bought me Final Fantasy 7. It’s awesome!” he said excitedly. “Cool, but I thought you were gonna be back this week. I was kind of looking forward to hanging out, I’ve been playing with myself like crazy, thinking about all the fun we …
Silent Love 2
Diane and Emma had spent the rest of the second day staring at each other and stealing touches when they could. But they had no real opportunity to be close until the afternoon of the third day. After lunch was their private time. Each person was to find a place on the island away from everyone else and spend the time in quiet reflection. Counselors would make rounds around the island checking on each one of the guests and would talk quietly if someone was troubled over something. As Diane made her way down a path with her mat tucked under her arm, she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She turned around and saw Emma. Emma brought one finger up to her lips, telling Diane to keep quiet. She then shooed Diane on ahead of her. Diane smiled and turned back around to find a place along the trail. She saw a large spot ahead of her, a spot large enough for two mats. Diane knew that they were taking a risk, but she was willing to risk it if Emma was. Diane stepped off the path and laid her mat on the ground. Emma walked up to her, brought a finger up, and trailed it across Diane's bottom lip. Diane let her tongue reach out and flick across the tip of Emma's finger. "I'll be right back. Don't start without me," Emma whispered to Diane. She stepped back onto the path and found a spot further down the trail to leave her mat. She made her way back up the trail and found Diane lying on her side on her mat. Emma stepped closer and lay down beside Diane facing her. "No talking. We …
A Family Betrayal Chapter 5
After spring break nothing very exciting went on except classes. I spent my spare time on my business as well as time with my brothers. Jack and Adam went to a few parties on campus while I stayed in our dorm to keep myself calm. I took my medication that was prescribed to me months ago. I felt what I did back in December was stupid, but gave me a second chance at life. If it wasn’t for my best friends who are like brothers to me I would be 6 feet under. I missed May still, but as her words still pressed against my mind I knew she would want me to keep going. As the next two months past with us three making passing grades with smiles. The last week of May was here as was the last day of college being a Friday. Jack, Adam, and I were all sitting on the couch we had thinking of the past year when something came to me that I never thought of asking. “ Where you guys going for the summer?” In a very concerned tone I asked “ Back home and be bored except for the occasional party why do you ask?” Jack answers as I look at Adam “ Probably find a job around here.This is my only home bro you know that.” Adam answers as I shake my head “ Why I ask is why don’t you both come spend it with me. I mean I have a big house with plenty of room, and a beach just out the back door.” I say as they both look like they are contemplating about the idea Jack and Adam get up stepping away. I look at them both with confused eyes as to what is going on. They go over to the hallway whispering back and …
b*****rs – A mothers story
I only accept INVITES from those who write a good comment on the story. Otherwise, you will not hear from me. ========================================================================= The woman walked between the two boys as they just started to jostle with each other. "FUCK YOU!", the bigger boy yelled. "No. fuck you motherfucker." the younger of the two said in a lower but almost sinister voice. "What is that supposed to mean?" The older boy tried to get past the woman who had now firmly planted herself between them. He was tall, almost 5' 10" and strong with big muscles. The younger one was lean but had very well shaped 5'7" body that was still growing. They were Adam and Andy and they were b*****rs. The woman between them was Amanda, their mother. Amanda was 52. She had Adam when she was 32. Andy came a few years after. She was glad neither had taken their fathers' looks. Adam was conceived when she had risky, unprotected sex with a Mexican man behind a club. Andy was the product of a whirlwind romance with an 18 year old black man she had met at a tattoo store. Amanda was almost double his age but Matt enjoyed fucking her more than anything else. It ended when his mother walked in on them having sex in her bed. What was worse was that Matt had made Amanda wear his mother's clothes before fucking her silly. She didn't mind. She enjoyed his long, strong and hard cock in her pink pussy. She loved watching him fuck her in the mirror – her middle aged white body crashing …
A World of Their Own
ALRIGHT, I EDITED AND EDITED THE STORY BECAUSE IT KEPT BEING DELETED FROM THE SITE DUE TO “UNDERAGE” CHARACTERS. THERE IS NOBODY AND I MEAN NOBODY UNDER 18 YEARS OLD IN THIS STORY. I MADE A FEW SUBTLE CHANGES TO THE ORIGINAL STORY AND EVEN RENAMED IT. Preface: What thoughts, wants and needs are inside any person and what makes them suppress or express certain desires, what makes them act on those desires. Is it morality which determines self control and where does this morality come from. There are things ingrained within us (be it good, bad or whatever) that are not taught rather it is instinct. What does one do regarding sex in such a situation and would it even be needed anyway. Could it be taken care of satisfactorily alone without human intervention. Take away either the concern and/or eyes of society given certain situations then what would you do, want to do or need to do under such circumstances. A World of Their Own (previously The Reality of it All) By:str8tohell Chapter 1: (Silent chaos) I am not sure what lead to it all, the cause, causes or even the full extent of the situation. It is a huge world so it is unfathomable to think I could be the only one. I was bombarding myself with questions while I began to realize the full extent and potential of this revelation given what remained around me or rather what didn't remain around me like How did I survive. Where is everyone. What will I do. What can I do. Will I be gone as well. Am I gone and don't realize it. Are …
The Nubile Nymph by loyalsock
Virna Reynolds was lonely and depressed! Her best friend Alicia was vacationing in Europe, and coupled with the fact that her husband of forty years had been gone for less that six months, and you had a woman who wasn't used to being alone for such a long period of time!!! After wandering around her apartment for about a week, she dialed the number Alicia had given to her before she left! After two rings, a sultry feminine voice on the other end of the line answered, "Sensations Unlimited, how may I help you, this is Miranda speaking!?!" A pang of fear shot through her, but since she had already made the call she replied, "This is Mrs. Reynolds, I'm a friend of Alicia Donner, she recommended your establishment, and I was just wondering if you had any openings for today!?!" "Mmmmmm, Mrs. Reynolds," Miranda said in a silky voice, "how is Mrs. Donner, we haven't seen her in few weeks?!?" "Uh, she's in Europe," Virna replied, "she should be home in a couple of weeks, though!!!" "Well," Miranda went on, "we have an opening at two this afternoon if that's agreeable with you, should I put you down for it?!?" It was now or never, "Yes, two will be just fine," she replied, "see you then, and thank you!!!" "Hello, Mrs. Reynolds, it's so nice to meet you, won't you please come in and have a seat," Miranda said graciously while shaking Virna's hand! "Alicia's told me so much about the place," Virna offered, "that I decided to see it for myself so to speak!!!" "Well, I very happy that you …
How to Pass a Test
"Miss Callahan,, see me after class." She froze at Mr. David's words. Snickers could be heard around the room. Mr. David was known throughout the school as a hard-ass. That was the worst part about going to a private school; anything was allowed. As the bell rang, she stood patiently by her desk, with her head bowed. He didn't look up at her until the hall had emptied, the students all leaving for the dining hall. She hoped she wasn't going to miss dinner. When he finally stood up, it was to lock the door and shut the blinds. Lisa gulped; surely this wasn't a good sign. He walked around his desk, sitting on the edge. "Miss Callahan, you realize that you've failed the last three test in my class, correct?" Lisa shrugged, "I'm sorry, sir." "You don't seem to realize the implications of this, you are failing my class and with the remaining assignments left in the semester, there is no way that you can pass." "What?! That means I won't graduate!" "Exactly, now you are starting to understand." "There has to be something I can do to pass! Please, I'll do anything!" "Well, Miss Callahan, you know I do not offer extra credit." He stood up, walking closer to her, "But we might be able to work something out." "Anything!" He pulled out a chair, sitting in front of her. "Take off your uniform." "What?" "You heard me Miss Callahan, if you want to pass my class, you will do what I say." "But…" "I'm not a patient man, Miss Callahan, and I'm not a stupid one either. I know your reputation …
This is not my beautiful house
Bittersweet memories they fill this two story house bittersweet tears oh we wanted everything It seems we have it now, all that is missing is us you and I Laughter and love time is moving on it is sometimes faster than we like You are getting older and so am I My heart has made a change Your heart remains the same you say This house is beautiful everything I ever dreamed of but something is missing here There is a dark void and it is us I tried to tell you, I told you my secrets and my fears the things I held inside for so long were slipping free You said to me, you can always be the same again But who was I to begin with and who am I now I think in life we should not stop our journey for comfort You want me to be that September girl you knew so long ago So many Septembers have come and gone You want me to deny the woman I held inside.
Our Stories: Hawaii Vacation – Part 1
When my wife and I got married in 1999, we went to Hawaii on our honeymoon. We stayed a few nights in Honolulu and then flew over to Maui for a week. It was a fantastic time and we vowed to go back for our five year anniversary. While there the first time, we were talking to another couple we had met in our hotel and talked about a resort on Maui that catered to a “sexual crowd.” They told us about extremely private accommodations, couples massages that ended in happy endings for both parties, parties that sounded a lot more like orgies than parties, and more. We had all been drinking that night, so we weren’t sure what to believe. Once we decided we were definitely going back, we decided to look more deeply into this resort. What we found online was pleasantly surprising. While the website for the resort looked totally normal, reading the reviews around the internet confirmed a lot of what that couple had mentioned. We booked a private cabana that included our own hot tub, mini swimming pool, and all glass shower with skylight. The cabanas looked like they were in groups of four together with privacy walls between each. On the beach side of the cabana, there were balconies that overlooked the beach and ocean. It looked like that was the only place there was even a chance to see your neighbors while staying in the cabana. The trip was booked over our wedding anniversary, so we planned a special day complete with a couples massage and sunset dinner. Sheri spent a lot time …
A Step Mothers Sin – Chapter 4: It Spins Fur
I returned home around 6 p.m. to find Robert in the downstairs shower. His gym clothes were strewn in front of the bathroom door indicating he had just come from a workout. My normal routinewould be to come home, change out of mywork clothes and into my night clothes, and then prepare dinner, clean up, etc. As I listened to the shower running in the downstairs bathroom, my mind raced with thoughts of what had occurred just last night. I decided that Robert might interpret me changing into me sl**ping attire as an invitation for more 'activity between a stepmother and son'. I was certain that, above all else, that boy did not need any encouragement from me. I decided to keep my work clothes on. I felt that my work clothes could serve as a barrier of sorts to a repeat of the previous night's mistakes. I was wearing a blue, sleeveless print dress with a pleated skirt that reached a few inches below my knees. While form fitting, and flattering to my petite figure, the dress was not overly revealing or inappropriate. It was a dress that I was comfortable wearing to work. Since I am on the short side, somewhere between five foot threeinches andfivefootfour inches, I sometimes struggle to be taken seriously by my six foot tall male co-workers. In an attempt to ‘level the playing field’ somewhat, I regularly wear heels. Today I wore dress boots that came up above my calf and hadthree inchheels. They were not spiked heels, but they did make standing for extended period of time …
The Salesman
The art of the sale is overrated; selling truly is being in the right spot at the right time. I have spun the cleverest sales pitches, sold water and bumped into someone at a local cricket game and sold them a complete line of replica watches, a shirt, and perfumes by just telling them that I'm a salesman. It was Wednesday evening on April 21st, I was sucking air and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm 36 years old and about 5-11. I was dressed in my usual marketing suit. I had knocked on over 25 doors in this little suburban of town and not found a single person wanting to purchase the Water Filter from Prince Machinery. I didn't even find but 2 or 3 people even interested in hearing my bl**dy presentation. One was an old lady who was looking for her granddaughter. She asked me in but ignored my spiel and asked me to check if her mobile is working or not. The second was an older couple who were sitting on their porch drinking tea and asked me to join them. In a good month, I would have. I love to drink and the wife of about 40 or so had a wonderful little body on but she refused to listen to my sales speech as she had to watch her tv serial. The third lead was an older man who just seemed like he'd love to have someone to chat with. Again in a good month, I would have willingly lent an ear. So here I was with about half an hour of daylight and about 20 houses to go. I was tired and mentally spent as I take rejection personally sometimes. I gauged up the houses …
A Mother Says Yes Part 3
My cock slid into her slit, her hands tugging at my cock as I slam into her pussy. In just days, my mother and I had gone from passionate embraces to fucking like a****ls, the two of us discovering each other for the first time. My girlfriend was oblivious, more than willing and accepting of a boyfriend who put his mother first. Little did she know…"She can't fuck you like I can." my mother said, her fat pussy smacking against my cock, her thick body riding my cock. She bounced against me, my hands pulling apart her giant ass and squeezing her cheeks tight. It's instinct that leads me to spank her. She moans gently, biting her lips in an expression that conveys her dirtiness, her desire to get fucked like an a****l, by her own son. From the bedroom mirror, I watch her ass turn red with each spank. Her soaked pussy rides my cock harder against the couch. I run my hands forward, squeezing her breasts, my go-to spot. She looks down at me, full of lust, her pussy gushing with joy at each thrust, my hands using her hips to slam her against me. With each thrust, my mother takes my cock deeper into her. And I watch her, feel her, cumming all over my dick, knowing the impact I have on her. It's been three weeks, and each of us has put off dates, more content with mother and son than any other potential partnership. It was the two of us now, as it had always been, but with the addition of my cock, and her pussy against it. The f****y get-together earlier in the week was fun; 10 of …