James Kinney had dated a beautiful Indian girl named Prits. James had also cheated on Prits so she broke up with him. But Prits did more than that. She set up and played out one of the greatest revenge stories ever. Prits became an honored legend among feminists everywhere. Prits had convinced James to switch to wearing panties while they were still dating. Prits liked the adorably cute panties on James and how he blushed...
Drinking, food, beautiful ladies, and wild Harley-biker friends make for the ultimate experience. Can a fantasy become a recipe for an extraordinary experience? My name is Leonidas. I am sixty-seven years old. I’m stretched out on my outdoor recliner, catching a good buzz, but so cocked. God, my spear is getting rock-hard reminiscing of someone. My right hand healed from cutting it. I just finished my sixth Corona. I was...
I arrived at the Fred Wood Funeral Home right before eleven in the morning. Eric Clapton’s “Tears of Heaven” was playing over the speakers. I could overhear an older woman in the row in front of me whisper, “I’m sick of hearing this song at memorial services,” to the gentleman sitting to her left. I couldn’t disagree with her. Out of the last ten funerals I attended, at least seven of them featured this song. For a brief...
My phone buzzed. When I picked it up, it was Kimiko, my daughter's best friend, who I had fucked the previous week, much to my daughter's disapproval. But I was unrepentant. Kim was lovely; slim, Japanese with enormous tits and a fabulous hairy pussy. The girl was just eighteen and inexperienced; I had loved fucking her perfect young body. "Do you want to come over?" she asked. "Everyone is away." I hesitated momentarily...
“Hello! Anybody home?” I called out as I entered the house. There was no response. The backyard was also empty. I poured an iced tea and crashed on the living room couch with a sigh. It had been a long Thursday with two classes and a lab. Now I had a lonely long weekend ahead. I jumped when I heard the door. A female voice called out, “Hello! Anybody home?” I chuckled at the echo of my own entrance. “In here,” I called ba...
The day of her departure arrived, and the village turned out in force to see her off. They waved as Huyen stepped into the luxurious black sedan the agency sent to pick her up, and she waved back. Even her father waved, and the sight filled her with hope. The ride to the airport was a blur of well-wishes and tears. Huyen spent the ride in silence, feeling a lump form in her throat as she thought about all the people she...
Weeks and weeks of agonizing waiting followed. For three solid months, she heard absolutely nothing from the agency. Huyen tried to take her mind off it by concentrating on studying the materials Ly had given her and helping her family around the rice farm just like she’d always done. Huyen practiced her English religiously, muttering it to herself as she worked in the fields. But in her spare moments, and as she awake at...
The whirlwind first week of our vacation had come to a close. One of the best aspects of that milestone would be that a flurry of new arrivals would land at the resort. Personally, I was really hoping for some people who were somehow different from the current roster, whether that be age, body type, race, etc. I kept a sharp lookout for the newbies as they slowly trickled into the resort. It didn’t take long for me to spo...
Kimiko Oneda’s panties were wet. She listened intently as her best friend Helen recounted her most recent sexual encounter when she'd been fucked by a muscular polo player. Kim tried to take in every detail. What must it feel like to have a dick inside you? She tried to imagine it but failed. She had played with herself, stimulating herself with her fingers, but her hairy cunt remained inviolate. She didn't even own a dil...
