“Hi, Mom! I’m home,” shouted Jimmy Noran. The slender blonde kid walked in to the house to greet his mother, grinning as his big cock throbbed in his jeans.
Sondra Noran sat on the living room couch. She was still …
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“Hi, Mom! I’m home,” shouted Jimmy Noran. The slender blonde kid walked in to the house to greet his mother, grinning as his big cock throbbed in his jeans.
Sondra Noran sat on the living room couch. She was still …
Leah Jayne’s heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she strode into the office, her curves hugged by a pencil skirt that left little to the imagination. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her …
I stood under the shower, lost in my thoughts as warm water cascaded down
my body. The past few weeks with my wife had been brutal–constant
arguments, blatant disrespect, and stinging verbal abuse had pushed me to
the edge. I …
The MILF Beach Bash
The sun was setting over the serene beaches of Maui, casting a warm golden glow over the luxurious resort where the annual MILF Beach Bash was being held. Among the attendees were four stunning women who …
Although working in a pleasantly air-conditioned building, George Colby was getting increasingly warm every time he caught a glimpse of sexy Sharon North running down the hall or sitting in front of her typewriter, or talking to the other girls. …
When Sarah McBride saw the postman come up the walkway, she had no premonition that her safe, contented little world was about to collapse at her feet. Despite the bleak February skies, the dark-haired young woman’s spirits were sunny that …
Not hearing an answer to her knock on the Hartley’s kitchen door, Bette Linder opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. She knew Cindy Hartley was home. She had seen her little convertible parked in the garage.
It was …
A mid-afternoon soap opera droned unnoticed in front of the living room couch in her small, pretty suburban home. Nancy Johnson, a petite, big-tit divorcee with a girlishly young face and short, brown hair, sat with her round little ass …
I can honestly say that at 45 years old, I must have
the suckiest job in the world. I manage a grocery store
in a small California town. I have to be at the store
at 5 in the morning …
It always made big-titted Donna Joe Edwards nervous when she searched for her father on his pay-days. She knew that she would find him in some bar, and it would take a lot of argument to convince him that he …
Lynn Nobles was surprised to find that her husband wasn’t home when she came back from the market. She’d told him that she was going to make his favorite dinner for him, and then she was going to slip into …
“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” So wrote American poet and essayist Henry David Thoreau in the Nineteenth Century. This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more …
The people that I talked to through the modem didn’t know my age, and I kept it a secret. That way they didn’t treat me like a kid and talk down to me.
One day someone suggested that I down-load …
Jackie and I were married in 1968. We both had little
experience with sex, we were not virgins, but you could
count the number of partners we had on one hand. We
learned to do the really erotic things together. …
Small, remote towns seemingly maintain a middle-class, stable outlook which in reality masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex for the adult and teen-ager alike, and, for some, the breakup of marital relationships as a …
If there is one thing that most men find disgusting about the sexual revolution it would be the thought of having women dominate them.
It is a wounding blow to the male ego to feel the woman can become so …
It was the year of our Lord eleven hundred and forty nine. Sometimes
the savage and barbaric behaviors displayed in the pursuit of law and
order was worse than those in the “lawless” areas. There may be no
better example …
Sharon, a curvy 48-year-old woman with fiery red hair and sparkling green eyes, walked into the dimly lit bar, her curves accentuated by her form-fitting dress. She was there to meet an old friend, Jamie, who had recently moved back …
In the quaint coastal town of Seaside, 65-year-old Marjorie Jones was a fixture at the local market. Her silver hair, warm, wrinkled smile, and ample figure were well-known to the townsfolk. Today, she met newcomer, 40-year-old Sebastian, a tall, dark-haired …
“Did that guy call you yet?” Karen asked me over dinner.
We were eating some Ramen noodles and a couple hoagie sandwiches.
It was getting near the end of the month and we were both running out
of allowance, especially …