Ripping clothes Stories

The tinkle of spoons on glasses gradually evaporated and the newlyweds parted their lips giggling merrily. Everyone agreed it was a lovely ceremony. The vows were heartfelt, the toasts were sweet and sentimental, the dinner was tasty. The DJ was just about to announce Hannah and Kevin’s first dance when the door at the back of the reception hall flew open. Silence descended over the guests as heads swiveled to see the sil...

I'm a private investigator named Floyd. Fighting in the great war taught me to never back down from a fight. I was a cop years ago and I still have friends in the police department. I've struggled over the years to pay the rent and keep my business afloat, but that's probably because I was always a straight arrow. I never broke any rules to solve my cases. But my most recent case changed all that. I was sitting in my offi...

It started to rain as we headed for the car and Ryan and Dave dashed for the front seats but Cherry protested that Ryan had been 'referee' in the quiz before, so he couldn't drive as it was his turn to answer questions on the way back. It wasn't until she snatched the keys away from him that he gave in and allowed her to drive. He came in the back between Sharon and me. Soon the CD was on and Ryan was answering like an ex...

It was my birthday. I called up V. and told her I wanted her to meet me after work at the door of her apartment dressed like a hot slut. She purred yes, already horny. She had long blonde hair, small but pert tits with perfect nipples, a tight sexy ass that she loved to show off, and long slim legs. We did this every so often, and called it Slut Night. She was turned on by the idea of being a slut, and loved me to call he...

Azem was to pick me up from the tennis hall later in the evening. His car stopped just in front of me with squeaking tires. I bumped inside and threw myself at the sexy driver. I licked his chin up to his mouth and smacked his nose. He embraced me to feel my heart's throb. Not sure if the situation between me and him was exactly what the scientists call a "Stockholm Syndrome", but the fact is, I missed him a lot for these...