"You OK, son?" Dad asked Van as he saw him shift constantly in his kitchen chair. "Yeah, Pops, I'm fine, just a little sore. Went to the BMX park and for a couple of hours and then a group of us raced through the woods," Van responded. "You need to slow down. That's too much abuse on your body for one day, " his parent responded knowingly. 'If you only knew,' Van said to himself before he excuses himself from the kitchen...
Ken was sent home in plenty of time so Vanessa could become Van again. Van thought about the morning events as he stepped in the shower to remove his makeup and continued thinking when he returned to his room and carefully hid Vanessa's clothing and makeup. This long and laborious process was necessary as discovery by his parents would be disastrous for him. Still wrapped in a towel he then collected all of Vanessa's seme...
Ken felt himself being shaken and heard a voice urging him to wake up. When he opened his eyes he didn't know where he was for a second until he turned his head and saw Vanessa next to him. "Hey babe, you've got to get up and moving. It's getting late and my parents will be home," she said softly. Ken was out of bed like a shot and quickly redressed. He must have been so deeply asleep that he was unaware of Vanessa leavin...
My wife, Lynn and I had gotten married when we were only eighteen years old. And it wasn't long until we were taking nude photos and soon after that had gotten into MFM threesomes and wife swapping. Lynn had come up very conservative and had dressed that way. But once she saw how sexy she looked in the photos we'd taken, she had started to order sexy outfits like garter belts and stockings, sheer lingerie, and other sexy...
Marc was too excited to sleep that night as his mind was swimming with anticipation about his meeting with Charlene. His fearful side reminded him that he had her business card and that he should call her and cancel their meeting. His experimental side chimed in that she had discovered his secret and didn't laugh or tell his parents. She instead kissed him and then invited him to meet her on Saturday morning. At some poin...
It was his own fault. He had spent far too long admiring himself in the mirror and revelling at the sight of the erotic garments he had donned and time had slipped away from him. Just the feeling of these silky garments against his skin made him hard as they always did and a masturbation session would soon follow. The mirror on one side of his sliding closet doors reflected the image of a tall and tanned young man with lo...
Luke sat there wide-eyed as his sister moved behind Jessica's and unfastened her bra. The moment the bra fell away, Jessica crossed her arms over her breasts as if to hide them from Luke's stare. Julie moved in closer and pressed her bra covered breasts into Jessica's back as she gently took hold of her wrists. "You don't want to really hide your girls from us do you?" she purred into the blond's ear in between kissing he...
Once inside the shower stall, the two girls couldn't keep their hands off of each other. As they lathered each other up they marvelled at the way that their hands slid across their naked bodies. They somehow managed to keep their hands to themselves and finished showering. Then clad in bath towels they beat a hasty retreat across the hall to Julie's room. As they finished drying they chatted about the earlier events. It h...
The story so far: debt-ridden Sissy Blane's first obligatory date with Mr. Plumrose is about to take place. '...there's nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so.' The truth of the old saying occurred to me as I awoke on the fateful Friday and was surprised to discover that I was looking forward to the events of the coming evening.Arising from my bed feeling energized I bounced downstairs to make a breakfast of oatmea...
Let's be honest, let's just be honest. You are trying to revive something that is already dead. She was thinking to herself while she was watching her face in the mirror preparing it to do her makeup. On the other side of the room, you could see a bed lined with expensive lingerie she bought just for this occasion. Nice black corset that perfectly fit her waistline and made her boobs even perkier, sexy pair of lace pantie...
Friday had finally arrived. Andrew Lippincott glanced at the Rolex on his wrist and then began to pack his attaché case. It was only 4:00 pm but he was the office manager and one of the perks that came with this title was the ability to leave early. Winter had the city in its grasp and a travelers advisory had been posted.That meant there would be no unannounced guests to prevent him from enjoying the weekend the way he w...
After smoothing her skirt and tucking in her blouse, Catie managed to leave the stage unseen and slip out the main entrance doors. She hooked up with her friends that were waiting for her at the bus stop. Their days of being high school students were finally over and there was a great deal of hugging, kissing and tears while waiting for the bus to arrive. All that remained was the graduation ceremony and prom. Catie was a...
Now that Erika seemed comfortable talking about her love of nylon stockings—not to mention how she enjoys wearing them all the time, even while bathing—I ventured to suggest that we share our own experiences. Talking can be the best therapy—besides, I was eager to learn more about her obsession, and not just for academic reasons. "So, Erika," I started, "when did you first begin to become attracted to nylon stockings? In...
"Ugh"I mutter out loud as I look around the crowded party. How did I ever manage to get myself talked into this? It's not my scene at all. I would much rather be at home doing anything else. I've managed to find myself a somewhat quiet corner where, so far I haven't be forced into a conversation with anyone. I look down at what I'm wearing. Really? This isn't me either. I'm much more of a causal stay at home kind of girl....
I am the great white hunter stalking my prey. She will never know what hit her. She is the neglected, overworked, underappreciated, wife, mother and co-worker. My camouflage is being a middle aged man that goes to church, volunteers, friendly, outgoing and relatively well off. I am always on the prowl. I am always vigilant. I seek the women whose husband has fucked up. He has neglected to protect his woman. How has he don...
