“Asshole!”“Yep. And you love watching it get fucked – don’t
you?” I grinned back at my wife.“Only fair. You can’t seem to get enough of mine.” She
smiled lazily at me.“I’d kiss you for that but I seem to be tied up for
the moment…” I jerked a thumb over my shoulder at
the dog. “You’ll have …
Still Mazatlan, Sinaloa Her eyes flashed open. It was light. For more than a few seconds she was
disorientated. Then it washed over her like a wave. She shivered. Could
feel his warmth. When she couldn’t find him with her feet, she turned to look
for him. The sleeping bag was empty. A shock of fear spread through her like…
My wife was out of town for the week, which left me without much to do
besides watching TV or catching the basketball games on the radio. So when
rush hour hit, I headed to a nearby bar and sat at the rail to check out the
traffic, ordering a gin and tonic to pass the time. It was an …
I woke up slowly. Before I even opened my eyes, I realized that
something was feeling really good. I opened my eyes to see that Holly
was down at the foot of the bed, licking and kissing my cock. She smiled
up at me with a mischievous look in her green eyes. “Good morning,
Master,” she whispered before giving my …
The doctor was leaning over the patient. A white male, age forty-six,
six-three in height, and two-forty in weight. And the proud owner of
thirty-seven stitches along the scalp line on the upper left side of
his head.
As he cut the last bit of thread, he said to his patient, “The
officers will want to talk to you in …
She looked like a 1930’s gun moll. Sitting alone in the bar like that.
Smoking her cigarette.Or rather she looked like a 1930’s era actress playing a gun moll.
Tough, sexy, sophisticated. Smarter than all the stiffs she hung
around. That kind of thing.I had to laugh. She probably never heard of a ‘Gun Moll’. I could just…
“Why are you following me?”My voice caught; I was much too nervous to answer. I wanted, needed to
ask her out, but I felt too shy. I first saw her standing on the bus.
Couldn’t miss her actually. I was seated and, the bus being crowded, she
had to stand. She stood with her back to me, her backside …
The next morning, Surrey was incredibly appologetic as she
washed the statue thoroughly under warm soap and water. John
had spent the night thrust deep into her ass, completely buried
from head to toe. He had come an additional 8 times that night,
as Surrey moved, rolled over, squeezed her buns or intestinal
muscles. “What kind of sicko am I?” …
After the movie, the clutch of girlfriends decided to get a
late-night snack at a local diner. After the main course, they
sat chatting over coffee and desert.“Guess who I saw today, Surrey?” Janice asked, looking like a
tease. Janice was Surrain’s closest friend. They had been
roomates when they were undergrads. Janice was from New York,
tall, thin, …
I knew that there was something on Shayla’s mind when we went out to
dinner that weekend. Two glasses of wine later, she began to tell me
what she had been thinking about. I knew that she had been backing
off from her dominance in our relationship, and she admitted it when I
pressed her to talk.“I know it’s …