On Saturday morning, I got up at nine o'clock. Laura was already awake and sitting in the kitchen. She was wearing my daughter's bathrobe, which I had handed to her. "Good morning Laura," I said. "I hope you're really hungry. Are you in the mood for pancakes with maple syrup?" "Oh yes, I'd love to!" she replied, "I'll help you." We had a long, hearty breakfast and chatted about this and that. "Would you like to try my hot...

"Attention!" A strong, woman's voice boomed loudly down the corridor of the bunks, promptly followed by a hustle of feet that lasted only about one second flat as men lined up at the foot of their beds, standing at attention as requested. The Sergeant soon came down the line of men, inspecting them from head to toe as they stood chilled in their underwear which consisted of the standard white tee and light-gray boxers. Sh...

Charlotte Moore, to the prying eyes of outsiders, was a strange girl. Aged just about twenty years old, freshly dropped out of university and working on reception at an insurance company, she acted much older than how she looked. She never went out, much to the dismay of the long queue of boys and men that had taken one look at her pretty face and would have given anything for just one kiss from those dark, rosebud lips....

Vanessa could only say 'I'dNothing whatsoever to hide.'Her B-cup was half emptyBut, as anyone could see, Her smile and ass were quite wide.About her bosom she did mullFor her bra cup was only half-full.But that sixteen year old lassHad a great heart-shaped ass, So at boys’ heartstrings she did pull.But Vanessa thought she knew best. So she put an odd theory to the test.To confront her fearsAnd banish her tears, Vanessa go...

It was torrential. I could barely see three feet in front of me. I tried shielding my head with my binder but it was instantly soaked through. Only 4 and a half more blocks, I tell myself. My parents went on a 2 week vacation to beautiful Cancun, and I am stuck walking home in record level rain in San Diego. It is late October of my senior year of high school. I finally make it home. My stomach sinks when I realize I left...

“I can’t give him that” said the headmaster. “No way” he went on to say. Then he thought further. “Let me think about this a little. We’ll figure it out.” That was three days prior. Jonathan Johnson wanted this job. To be a departmental head in a school like this would raise his salary enormously. He knew he’d get it. He was called back in to re-interview with a new group of people, including the headmaster’s wife for som...

As opposed to my first stories, this one comes directly from my imagination.  You'll see why when you read it that I feel it is important to say that up front...  Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one.  If I get enough positive feedback I'll write more and even further the adventures of this unfortunate soul as well... Okay, I guess to start this story out, I first have to make a confession.   It’s hard to do as confessions t...

A sexually unsatisfied mature I used to kiss her ass,  but later on I realized she loved to be fucked from behind  so getting a most pleasure and gratification out of it.  No doubt I was falling in love with this woman. Whenever we fucked she would take my dick out of her pussy to bury it well into her longing asshole, to enjoy it gratefully. Hi buddies: you're welcome to read this wonderful story,   absolutely real. You...