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Look at it like this. If nothing else you have learned that there are at least three parts to Julia’s ass, right? Later on you will be taught the parts of a flower, and then the parts of the inner ear, so stay tuned! Back to our story.
When our heroine (slutoine?) returned to the hotel she was bubbling over with the experiences of her morning shopping trip. “You won’t believe what happened!”, she said, shaking her head. She recounted the events to me with a mixture of wonder and somewhat embarassed excitement while I sat there smiling at [read more...]
1. “Watching the new neighbors move in…” I didn’t actually see the new neighbors moving into the house in back of mine, but I sure hear them. I had been crashed out for about an hour after a night of furious BBSing when the yelling and banging began. I squinted at the clock — 6:00 am! I staggered to my feet to close the sliding glass balcony door.
The lights were all blazing in the house across the back, so I had a clear view of the chaos. Three men in brown coveralls were racing around carrying boxes and furniture, [read more...]
Karen came over to sit between Sam and I on the couch. She leaned toward me and whispered “You shouldn’t be alone to watch this”. With that the movie panned the gal taking the black cock between her lips and going down over its length. I felt my zipper coming down with my hardness popping from my underware as they were opened. The video was showing her lips pursed around the blacks cock just as Karen’s lips encircled mine. My god what a feeling, the wetness, the warmth, the tongue as it played with my cock head. My head went back as I scooted forward to give her a better shot of my stiffness. [read more...]
“The Black Experience.”
I recently had sex with someone other than my husband for the first time. What bothers me is that it was by far the most exciting experience of my life.
I am a forty-year-old mother of two sons. I have been married for nineteen years to a wonderful, caring and loving man.
Before we had children, Frank liked to take nude photos of me. We have a very large scrapbook of me in steamy poses from fully clothed to butt naked. That book has been hidden in the basement for years. I must admit that I [read more...]
By my junior year in college, I had to live off campus. On campus housing was not guaranteed past the sophomore year and I had failed to win a dorm room in the lottery. Despite having a half scholarship, student loans (I was so broke I qualified for everything!) and two part time jobs (I was a waitress at a college hang out and cashiered at a shoe store), I could not afford an apartment. I found a family that was renting out a room near campus. They live in a slightly run down area and were apparently just making [read more...]
… that week i was going around to all the company’s PCs, updating the network software; at one point i found myself alone in the manager’s office with his secretary, Marseya. She has a lovely precise, British accent, which contrasts in an interesting way with her exotic asian looks; dark brown shoulder-length hair, her lips ever pursed on the edge of a smile. Her dress-sense… neat? neatness isn’t quite the word (although it would have been impossible to describe her as untidy)… fashionable? i can’t see her as a slave to the dictates of others when it comes to [read more...]
After a lengthy and not altogether boring apprenticeship, I chose to travel the Great Route, as most of you did when first you could stand and answer to the name “minstrel”, in order to see something of what the world had to offer for such a talented young man as myself. I had travelled this route from Padya to Sintiria to Amia to Militilva and back to Padya again for some two years (or was it perhaps three?) before settling down, for as long as my interest might last, in the highlands of southern Tierma, running messages and gossip [read more...]
My name, dear reader, if you must know, is Christine, though everyone calls me Chrissie. I’m probably not someone you’d notice. I stand all of five feet two-and-a-half-inches tall, but I’m so skinny all my friends used to call me Olive Oyl, which if you think about it is kind of mean I mean, maybe they weren’t really my friends, right? But I grew up in a really small town here in the Valley, and it wasn’t like there were a lot of friends to choose from. I have tried to compensate for my height by collecting really tall [read more...]
I was new to the cheerleading squad, and our team, a pro ball team, demanded the best looking girls. I was surprised I made it, since I don’t consider myself that good looking. True, I’ve never had trouble finding guys, and my figure is pretty good but not perfect. It took about three days to find out who the bitches were, and who the friendly girls were. Names here have been changed to protect us all. Our costumes consisted of scanty wisps of nylon, and small shorts, or long dance leotards that hugged our bodies close. You HAD to be [read more...]
I’m a freelance consultant in the area of computer software development. Call me Al. I normally work for large corporations on a contract basis for a few months per stint. I recently moved to New York from the San Francisco area, and since I was starting in a new city where I had no business contacts, I was forced make use of contract placement companies, also known as “headhunter agencies”. These are middlemen who try to get contracts for people like me in return for a cut of the money. They way this works is that after the agency gets [read more...]
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