Caution Stories

To mark my eighteenth year I climb high up the Cheviot trail, Below me I leave the curlew’s plaintive call And reach with envy to emulate Swift peregrine’s searching swoop. Suddenly, beyond a rock she is there, This unexpected female walker. Resentment at her intrusion on my solitude, Is soon tempered by hips Swaying as though to marimba beat. Buttocks tight in denim shorts Twitch, in innocent provocation. Alongside her n...

Lauren was never one to go to wild parties, even when theywere hosted by friends. The idea of watching her friends get shit faced was just not for her. The only reason she even decided to go to this one was because of Jack. Her boyfriend insisted all day that it was going to be the best night of her life. So far she has only been hit on 5 times while Jack went to get some drinks and look for the host. The color code that...

 replied, think, table, receipt, cautiousness, apron Her husband never paid her any attention. That´s why she felt so sexually unsatisfied. She almost passed out, her eyes popped up for so much screaming and lust.  I was burning from pleasure, as I saw my step mother sucking my dick so anxiously, full of madness. %%%%%%%% It was a very quite and foggy morning, grey, like those we usually have in Bilbao , Spain .  I was do...