My mother was 44 years old. She was and is really ordinary. She is not
beautiful but average looking. She is about 5 feet tall and weighed about
170 pounds, so she was and still is a little overweight to this day. She
was religious but not overly religious. She didn’t mention religion much
but she was what I would consider a prude sexually speaking. Her and my
father had sex maybe once per week, possibly twice. Continue reading A Taboo Love
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Brooke Blackmailed – The Setup
Nineteen year old Brooke had a little wild in her. Now that she was
attending college, she was expressing herself and taking advantage to
let that wild out. Her smooth, silky skin was the color of coffee with
a little cream. She wore her hair long and loose, with a little bit of
wave to it, an effect that took some maintenance, but was well worth
it for the end results. Her face was soft yet proud, with prominant
cheekbones, giving her a classic and timeless beauty reminiscent of
the old black and white movie star Lana Turner, though she would
probably have preferred to be compared to pop star Rihanna rather than
a white woman long dead. Continue reading Brooke Blackmailed – The Setup
Heather saw Nan smell, then lick her coated fingers like she was sucking a small cock
My wife seemed just a little too happy lately and although we
shared an “open” marriage, we still were married nearly 7 years
and the valley we were in didn’t make ME that happy. This
prompted me to “keep an eye” on things a little better.
I decided the best way to do this would be to go to work like
normal (I kept my own hours and was an outside salesman) and
park down the street from my house.
Sure enough, around 2 in the afternoon, Gary, one of the
18-year-old neighbor , went to the front door, knocked
and nervously looked around, and my wife let him in.
Continue reading Heather saw Nan smell, then lick her coated fingers like she was sucking a small cock
Fucking slut in southern Kenya
With several empty canteens rattling on the floor, Jack drove the Land Rover
carefully through the rough terrain, following the tire tracks back to camp.
Sitting beside him, Emily had her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth slightly
open. She was utterly exhausted. It was just a little after three in the
afternoon and there was plenty of daylight left, but the punishing heat had got
to them.
Pulling up to the large canvas tent, they both got out and flopped onto
their respective cots, too tired to even get a drink of water. After catching
his breath, Jack, with a groan, hauled himself upright and filled two of the
canteens from the large drum of water in the corner. He handed one to Emily
then sat down wearily on his cot and took a long drink. Emily, still flat on
her back, just took small sips from the canteen to keep from having to lift her
head up. Continue reading Fucking slut in southern Kenya
Into the Maelstron 8.
Carolyn awoke feeling breathless, yet somehow satisfied and
very refreshed.
“My God! What a dream,” she said. It was so vivid! She
stayed quiet for a moment, trying to remember the dream’s details
before they were forgotten. She must have been in the ‘Wizard of
Oz,’ because she could distinctly remember a woman’s voice
cackling and saying, “I’ve got you now, my pretty!”
What an odd thing to dream, being molested by the Wicked Witch
of the West!
Continue reading Into the Maelstron 8.
Laura’s lesbian story
I’ve always liked guys. Don’t get me wrong. I am most certainly not a
lesbian, at least not a strict lesbian. But recent events have made me
realize that, at the very least, I’m strongly bisexual. I’ve hidden my
attraction for women inside for a long time, keeping these feelings under
tight lock and key. Only once did I try to tell my husband about them but I
told my story badly and I don’t think he really believed what I was saying.
I never mentioned them again until that fateful night that Sharon stopped by
and wanted to get drunk with me. Sharon left that night with more than a
skinful of booze. Sharon. How I’d admired her body for so long, ever since the day I’d first
laid eyes on her our first week in the new house. She never knew how many
times over the years that I peered out the miniblinds of our living room
window, which overlooked their backyard, watching her tan herself on a towel
on their deck, wearing nothing but her bikini. 
Continue reading Laura’s lesbian story