Cute Girls

It’s only been five days since I’ve seen you, but it feels like a lifetime. I’ve been wandering streets alone for too long, and now all I want is to curl up next to you in bed and feel your warm skin against mine. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the train ambles by yet another station, willing myself closer to home.

When the train finally pulls into the station, I can see you standing on the platform, still dirty from work, but to my eyes you’ve never looked so good. It’s all I can do not to leap off the train straight into your arms, but I restrain myself and wait my turn to alight behind the other passengers. I’m almost upon you before you see me, and your face spreads into that gorgeous grin you’ve got. You step forward, hugging me tightly, and kiss me gently. A kiss filled with a longing that makes my toes curl. (more…)

After the theme music and the applause died down, Pennie Layne announced, “The women on today”s show are gorgeous, but they say men shy away from asking them out because of their physiques. Let”s meet them.”

The things you do for relatives.

I”d made my pile in the tech stock market of the “90s, parleying my initial investment into multiple millions over the course of six years. The parallels to the Great South Seas Bubble of the 1600s started to bother me in 1998; and recalling what Castenada had said, I quietly cashed out and shifted to a diversified portfolio that produced revenue from sources so varied that it would require a total collapse of the global economy to bankrupt me. The dotcom boom”s going bust didn”t affect my position at all. Taking another lesson from history, I turned some of my assets into cash and bought low, taking a position in New York City real estate. As a result, I was now sitting pretty and would never need to work again. (more…)

Home for the Holidays.

By Paul C.

Copyright 2002.

For Laurie.

“I hate these fucking long haul flights.” Laurie said, squeezing Frankie’s thigh underneath the meal tray she had in front of her. “I could kill for a cigarette.”

She felt the muscle in Frankie’s thigh twitch at her touch and let her hand rest where it was.

She looked at her friend. Frankie had certainly filled out in the year they had spent rooming together at University in Texas. She was no longer the string bean she had been when they had first met. Her tits were certainly fuller. Her nipples large and inviting. They certainly had been the night before. Laurie smiled at the thought of Frankie’s thighs tight around her head as she had cum. How she had held her in place as she had come down and, using the juices from her pussy as lubricant had pushed her finger into her rectum. A second finger had followed and she had had to lick her clit again to prevent her crying out. (more…)

Neil dismissed his secretary as she requested an early lunch, watching her sweet little bottom jiggle in the figure hugging skirt as she walked away. A sigh of regret, a delectable lady within his reach but totally unavailable. Typical, he mused wryly, you always want what you can’t have. He would love to have her on his sofa. One time he had walked in on her; she was sprawled on his sofa. Immediately she moved to sit up, but her groan of pain stopped her. He quickly responded, closing the office door and squatted in front of her. She looked up at him, apologetic, embarrassed and helpless. She had pulled a back muscle when lifting files and was attempting to stretch out the tense muscle. Her expression and her eyes, which were swimming with tears that she refused to shed, touched him. (more…)

Dee is a married woman, and a mother. She is 40 years old. Steve is her voyeur husband, who is 39, and they share a wonderful marriage. They also like to play. If you don’t like thi idea or sound of this, then for goodness sake, don’t read on!

However, if you do, and you enjoy all the Marriedpervs stories, then enjoy, and oh yeah, let us know what you think ok?

Love, DEE - yep, that’s me!!

It was Monday morning, and I was at work early for a change. Al had rung and asked me to meet with two clients wishing to purchase homes in the bayside area. I was busily preparing some documentation for them when I walked into the stationery storeroom to get some leaflets about the area. (more…)

“NOTE

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Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and share fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it.

I wrote—”You’re the farmer’s daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I’ll be there at 7.”

For some reason this fantasy of working on a farm and getting seduced by the horny farmer’s daughter in the barn always aroused me, so this was a chance to play it out. Little did I know what Angel had in mind for me. (more…)

“For those of you who asked to see Derek get involved, you’ll have to wait for Part 3, which is already in progress. Until then, enjoy.”

“Why don’t you let me take control, for once.” She had asked.

“You’ve been in control before.” I answered.

She had laughed. “Even when I’m on top, your hands are on me moving me on you . . .”she smiled ” . . . but there is one way . . .”

Which is how I ended up in the position I’m in. Seated on a dining room chair, with my hands and feet rather firmly tied to the legs. It’s not the first time she’s tied me up—she’s right about my difficulty giving up control during sex, even when she’s the instigator I end up taking control. . . . it’s my nature—but it is the first time I’ve ever been tied up in the middle of the living room. (more…)