It all started one night, years back, when my friend was at our house playing cards with us. Just your normal card game, not strip poker or anything like that. AS it was a hot night, no AC, my wife was wearing a pair of silk pajamas. A button down top with the shorts bottom. My wife has blonde hair and at that time, 36C tits, and a sweet ass that got plenty of looks from guys. As we were playing cards, I accidentally slid one of her cards off the table. I never thought much about it, until I…
Cynthia has been using hypnosis to lose weight. Her brother David has implanted a secret phrase that puts Cynthia into a deep hypnotic trance, ready to receive his suggestions. Author’s note: Every character in or referenced in this story is 16 years old or older. Sometimes in real life people lie about their age. In the same manner, these story characters may lie about their age, stating that they are younger than 16. But I am stating here and now, as the author of this story, that every single character is at least 16 years old. Any reference to an…
You can hear me rummaging in the closet, doing who knows what, when you hear me call out to you, “John, come here and see what I found!” You come into the bedroom and find me sitting on the floor of the closet in front of the hope chest, digging through its contents. “Look!” I say as I hold up my high school cheerleader outfit. “Remember when I used to wear this? I wonder if it still fits.” “Oh yes, honey, I remember you in THAT! God, how I wanted to fuck you then, but you were always with that…
“DON”T leave the kitchen sink in such a mess like that!” “What mess? Its just a few leftover soap suds.” “It drives me nuts.” Well, she drives me nuts, too. Once again, I couldn’t get anything right. Why can’t she just chill out, lighten up, stay cool, or whatever slang the youth of today would use to describe it? It was obvious to anyone who cared to listen to us that my wife and I did not get on very well anymore. In fact for some time it seemed we had been drifting further and further apart. We could put…
About three years ago I dated a girl named Stacy. Stacy was seventeen and I was twenty on our first date. I knew she was the girl of my dreams when I first saw her. She is what most people would call a big beautiful woman. 38dd hooters and big curvy hips, chubby face, sexy blue bedroom eyes, long straight, dirty blonde hair that she grew to her shoulder blades and it was great for pulling to arch her back when going doggy style on her. She kept her pussy trimmed but not bare and had that kind of Jennifer…
A tall, slightly muscular woman answered the door. “Yes?” She was a bit butch for Leanne’s liking, and looked quite a bit older, perhaps in her late thirties compared to Leanne being in her early twenties, but that paled in significance to what her advert had promised. “I’m here about the ad,” said Leanne, glancing around at the empty street. The woman looked her up and down approvingly. “I suppose you’d better come in then.” She opened the door long enough for Leanne to slide through. “Do you have any disabilities or medical conditions?” she asked. Leanne shook her head.…
Cyn and I had been married for approximately 15 years and decided to take a weekend trip to Chicago for a much-needed getaway. Cyn stands at 5’2″ and has a bright, cheerleader-like smile and a stunning physique. Her 34-24-26 figure and shapely legs always draw attention wherever she goes. Cyn and I had (and still have) a great sex life, trying new things from time to time to keep things fun. While there we stayed downtown at the Palmer House, shopped every day and clubbed every night. One night we were in the Rush street area, hitting the clubs, drinking,…
Debbie nodded slightly; good enough for Jimmy. “You like me squeezing these titties nice and hard, dontcha?” Debbie nodded. Paul swept out in front of Deb, filming her reactions. “Whose titties are these?” Jimmy breathed. “Yours,” Debbie said quietly, knowing what he wanted to hear. But also saying what she wanted to say. Her sex felt wet down there between her legs. “Then you mind if I squeeze my titties harder, and then do a number or two on them? You wouldn’t mind that, would you?” “No.” So Jimmy went ahead and buried his mouth in Deb’s neck, kissing and…