Cute Girls

I can remember the first time I laid eyes on her. I was walking down the hall way of my high school on the first day of the new school year when I saw a buddy of mine talking to her. It seems strange when I think about it, but she is the only clear memory of that day. My classes, the hallway, even my friend seemed like a blur it was if her beauty shone so brightly that everything around her instantly dimmed so much that they were barely there. There she was, standing 5′3 wearing a pair of black jeans and a black and while striped t-shirt, she had short brown/red hair, a large bust and as I noticed when she turned around, a firm round ass. I could see through the cloths that she still had some baby fat, the whole sight got my blood rushing like never before. I was almost magnetically drawn to her, looking back perhaps one of things that most sticks out in my mind were those bright red lipstick covered lips. That was the first time I laid eyes on Kimberly Summers. My hormones were running wild. If I could have, I would have taken her right there in the hall way. I approached her and my friend who thankfully spread through the introductions. As I was standing there, staring at her with what she no doubt picked up lust filled eyes. I envisioned taking her in every classroom of the school, on the principal’s desk. (more…)

Have you ever had the pleasure of meeting a nymphomaniac? Most of us have, possibly without realizing it. The person you least suspect may be a total nympho. The librarian, your old Sunday school teacher, the elderly lady next door, your spouse or even the last person you would ever think of having this delightful secret. You see this person every morning when you look in the mirror, quite likely living your whole life without knowing the secret lust hidden within you.

But some of us are lucky enough to realize their great love for sex at a young age. For me this happened shortly after my nineteenth birthday when I met Elliot, whom you will read more about throughout this story. He was always ready for sex even though, I”m sure there were times when he wondered if he would live through the night as I explored my sexuality. Looking back, I wonder where I got the energy to fuck so many times in such a short time span. (more…)

“NOTE: Happy holidays to adults. Anyone else shouldn’t be reading this.”

Stan sat down at his desk and began typing.

“Dear T Man,

Thanks for your e-mail telling me how to download big tit clips from newsgroups. It was most helpful! I’ve got quite a few on my hard drive right now. God, did you see that one where the black guy with the big dick really gives it to the chunky girl with other-worldly big tits? Jesus, I’m creaming just thinking about it! He pounds so hard her boobs slap her in the face! In the nicest way, of course. Then when he slips his still-hard cock between those monstrosities, and it’s STILL big enough for her to get a good slurp every time it comes near her mouth! Man, that was sweet. Anyway, thanks again. It makes me wonder how I used to get along back in the days when I had to go into a video store where nobody knew me! : )” (more…)

You’re such a tease - you know I’ve been in here working on my thesis all day and I don’t have time to stop right now, but you’ve been walking by me all afternoon, kissing my neck, flashing me, rubbing up against me, pinching my nipples, once bending down to rub your hands across my pussy. It’s just about killing me to not be able to stop and play with you, but if I don’t get this paper done tonight, I’ll be in deep shit.

The house is quiet, and when I get up to stretch and see you through the window, swimming… what I wouldn’t give to be able to go out and get in the pool with you. I’ve got to get this done and I know I should try to concentrate… but I can’t. I”m watching you, your strong arms stroking through the water, and looking a little closer, I can see that you”re naked, your bare skin shining in the sun. You swim to the side of the pool and hoist yourself out, drying off quickly with a thick towel, then stretch out on your back on the deck, one hand behind your head, the other stroking your shaft, and you look so fucking sexy I can”t stand it. (more…)

“When I was 12 my mother asked me what I had been doing in my room for the past few hours. I told her I had been writing stories. The next day she gave me a leather-bound diary. On the first page, she wrote:

“To my beloved Peanut

Reality surpasses fiction

Your loving Mother”

When I asked her what she meant, she softly laughed and said I’d understand if I wrote in my diary everyday.

So every night I would take an hour –often more- and write what happened during my day in a more or less chronological order. (more…)

Emma was left alone for six days in a strange city in a foreign country, away from her parents who were caring for her two children. It was understandable she was miserable about this but she was happy for her husband Paul who’d left excitedly that morning as a member of a five-person party on a charter fishing trip – a catch guaranteed, which Paul had said probably would be either a cold or perhaps an STD if a woman was onboard.

Meeting that last cynical comment with a brave grin, Emma kissed Paul goodbye and assured him she’d have a wonderful, busy time and would really enjoy not having him wanting her to move on to the next store, next counter or even the next street as he did when accompanying her shopping. (more…)

The Iverson Corporation had employed Kathy Brandon for twelve years, since just after her husband Jack had died in the auto crash, on her 32nd birthday. She had been quite fortunate that the mortgage on her house was paid off, upon Jack’s death, and, that he had been reasonably well insured, leaving her in a comfortable financial position.

She had taken the position, mainly to fill her empty days, and to try and give her life some meaning. A basically shy lady, Kathy tried to keep herself to herself, successfully fending off the offers of sex fro men she hardly knew, predators she referred to them as. She missed sex, missed Jack, and his tender ways with her. Relying instead upon her small selection of toys for self-gratification. Admittedly, it wasn’t the same, but she was very wary of men who propositioned her, especially as she was in a stable position regarding money. (more…)

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The following weekend my wife and I packed our overnight things and drove to Mike’s two bedroom apartment. We did not need to meet at the bar (as we did for our first meeting) and brought the necessary provisions for a night of fun and passion with our new friends. Lisa thought it wise for me not to cum for three days but she was not to be denied and during my three days of me not getting any, did not leave her without sexual satisfaction. During those three days I ate her, fucked her with her assorted toys and even dp’ed her with two of her favorites-a large and thick monster stuffed in her pussy with a thinner white vibrator shoved in her ass. Finally, Saturday night arrived and we met Mike and his girlfriend Marie at the door to his place. (more…)

“*flash back to the weeks prior to this wonderful encounter*”

I’m the lawn man. Or boy as some people put it. I don’t make lots of money…the work is hard and very physical and most of my clients are old retired people who don’t know how to tip or say thanks or even acknowledge me. Most of them do things like leave the money in the mailbox or write me post dated cheques so they don’t have to be bothered by me. Some of them are great. They’ll leave out some juice or a sandwich.

I’ve got one house #227 with these incredible girls that I can try to not stare at because they are so hot I don’t even know what to do when I look at them. The two of them are from playboy or something I swear. Some of my brother’s friends say that they know them but I don’t believe that ladies like these would hang around with some skiddy biker. But that’s what he says. (more…)

It was another hot and sticky summer’s day, so it was to be minimum dress and outdoors, with lots of cold drinks. Julie was wearing her yellow bikini and Simon his cut-off shorts - although he’d no plans to keep them on any longer than necessary!

They’d had lunch indoors, during which they’d had a couple of glasses each of ice-cold white wine, and they’d just settled down outside again. They were seated in the recliner chairs, the remains of the wine in glasses beside them. Julie had removed her top, but kept her briefs on. Simon, however, had removed his shorts so that he was naked, enjoying the feeling of the sun’s rays on his manhood. (more…)