My Best Day Ever Starting with Lovely Arlene. During my first summer out of High School, I was sleeping in on a day off from my summer job. The phone rang too early, I sleepily answered to a dull hum. There was no voice but household noises in the backgro...
Kitty had heard about the music festival for years because it took place just a few miles from the trailer park where Kitty lived. Her mom told her that the kids who came to the festival were dirty hippies, and told Kitty to stay away from them. But every...
Lisa’s Story #2 The Green Door Here is another real adventure from my time in Las Vegas. At that time, I was still married to Mark. We had such a good time together, and he was always full of surprises. I’d had lots of men lust after my tits, but none...
Some of my stories are true, or at least, based on actual experiences. Others are complete fantasy. This one starts with an actual experience and turns into a fantasy of how I wish it would end. I never get as much “gurl time” as I would like. It seem...
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Greg rolled over in bed looking at the alarm clock. He stared at the flashing red display reading five am. He got out the bed looking around the room, taking note of where his suit and other assorted paraphernalia needed for the da...
I got a plate with some food and a glass of wine. I took it upstairs with me. At least when I went to my bathroom this time, I wasn’t dripping with cum. Only the last man had not used a goldone, and he’d been drained before he used my ass. I used the toil...
Giovanni laughed again. “I thought you’d come round.” “Not for you,” I said. “Don’t worry yourself. You haven’t begged me yet.” “And I never will.” “We’ll see,” he said, the smug bastard. “Just find some experienced men to teach me what to do.” “I’m sure...
I took a shower, douched thoroughly, applied make-up and perfume. If I was going to be greeting guests, I should look my best, even if I was naked. I put my long hair in a ponytail. I even put on a necklace. I looked in the mirror. “For a naked whore, you...
This story is based upon a photo series, “The Bet”, by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who started a photo series under this same name at https://bramleyappletheforbiddenfruit.blogspot.com. I write this with the permission of both he and the m...
I don't know what it is about cooking eggs. If I try to cook sunny-side up, the yolks break. If I try to cook a simple fried egg, it disintegrates when I try to flip it. I can't even seem to fold and flip an omelet without making a mess. I'm pretty good a...
Giovanni handed me a towel from the nearest bathroom. I wiped my face, then stood up, holding the towel against my crotch. “I need to shower,” I said. It was self-evident; I was covered in their seed. I went into my bathroom and turned the shower on. Sti...
I woke up Saturday morning with Marco’s hard erection poking at me. He himself wasn’t awake yet, just his cock. Nevertheless, things needed to be done, so I should get busy. I required more practice if I expected to take Luca in my mouth, and since Marco’...
This story is based upon a photo series, “The Bet”, by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who started a photo series under this same name at https://bramleyappletheforbiddenfruit.blogspot.com. I write this with the permission of both he and the m...
How much I wish that you were mine alone,But sadly I must share you with others,Just one more among your many lovers.Not for you of course the life of the streets;Your debauchery is much more refined,Living a life of pampered luxury,The mistress of rich a...
Hubby was at the office on the lovely Saturday afternoon, leaving me home alone. I had been spending some hot, exciting time chatting with a couple of friends on Lush. It made me super horny, and I texted Jack to see when he’d be home. I needed him. He re...
