His fingers dug into her fleshy hips as his cock slipped between her thighs. Her tightness gripped his shaft as her back arched as he entered her. Joan could not help but moan as Holmes invaded her most intimate part.Her breasts began to sway as he pumped hard into her, his stomach slapping against her bubbly ass as she bent over the back of the sofa. She had wanted him to take her for so long. She could feel her orgasm b...

It was a foggy morning in the small Atlanta suburb of London. Joan, walked down the wet sidewalk to Holmes's house. As she opened the squeaky gate, she noticed one dim light coming from the office area of Holmes Manner. She kicked the morning paper into the pile on the edge of the walkway as she approached the door.She sighed as she fumbled through her keys. It was a shame how a house that just months before had been fill...

I have always found it hard to get into the Christmas Spirit. I could never understand why people would put themselves in debt, for gifts that in a week or two, would be placed in a pile of unused items. Besides, people become all cheerful on Christmas, but as soon as January rolls around, they are back with the same old sour puss attitudes. Just because I do not get into the Christmas Spirit, doesn't mean I am a scrooge....

Jennifer and Jason were best friends in high school. In all honesty, if they had not both been born and raised in a rural south Alabama town, they would have possibly been more. The racial tension in their town was not like some, but in the early nineties, a mixed couple was still frowned upon.Jennifer was a beautiful African-American young lady in high school. She had all the qualities that Jason liked in a woman. Not on...

My wife and I met in college and married shortly after she graduated. She is a high school science teacher, while I run a small land clearing business. She and I were raised very differently. I was raised by strict conservative parents and her parents were more liberal. Since we met, she has never hid the fact that she was bisexual. Even though she loved and married me, she still has times where she needs a woman’s touch....

Denise Smith a was beautiful woman. Her life had not been easy. Her parents were drunks. When she was sixteen, she ran away from home and never returned. She began dancing at seventeen. Her body had matured fast and she could easily pass for a college aged girl. Ten year later, now she owned several strip clubs, and they were very successful. At the young age of twenty seven, Denise, now known as Desire, had all of the mo...

It had been two years since Beth had given me the first of many blow jobs. A lot of things had changed. Beth was no longer my secretary, she was now second in command at our office. She had been very successful and had helped our small office grow. We had grown from three agents in a small office complex to a two story office building with seven agents. Business was good, and because of our success, Beth and I both had be...

I was beginning to think that Beth had some kind of emotional disorder. I had heard of people that were addicted to sex, but I had never met anyone who I thought may be an addict, until Beth. It was like a total transformation. As I looked back at the day she and I fucked the first time, I could see the change in her. She had been fidgety all day, yet after we fucked, she calmed down and went back to being her sweet, chee...

It had been over a month since Beth had surprised me with the best blow job I had ever received. Surprisingly, everything was about as normal as you could expect. Being the daughter of my best friend, Rev. Paul, I saw her often, yet she never seemed to make any acknowledgment about that Sunday afternoon. Occasionally she would give me a wink whenever she was in mine and Paul’s company, but nothing out of the way or inappr...

My wife and I relocated a year or so back to a small town in Arkansas. I had received a promotion with the company I was with and relocated to run a small office in Little Rock. The move was a pretty big one. We were now about fourteen hours from our nearest friend or relative.The first thing we did when we settled was find a church. My wife and I had both grown up in rural Georgia. Even though we were far from saints, we...

I watched as my lover, her boyfriend and her brother drove off. Our encounter had been hot and spontaneous, but I had already convinced myself that it was a one time thing. She was young and about to start a new life by going to college. She would never settle for an old, boring guy like me. I ordered and ate my food and then went home. Once home, I prepared to take a shower and then it hit me. The young girl and I had ne...

Many things probably combined on that day; midlife crisis, a sex life that started later than the average for the time, and a consistent track record of lovers significantly older than me. I was in a rare mood of self-confidence and snark. So when the very young girl behind the counter of the nights chosen fast food chain greeted me, and I felt that spark of possibility, I took extra notice. "Good evening sir, how may I h...

Gary hooked his thumb vaguely in the direction of the room that he and Kimberly had converted to a nursery. "Kim's feeding the li'l one," he said. "She'll be out in a few minutes." He often referred to his new baby as "the li'l one." In fact her name was Emily, but at six months, I suppose "the li'l one" is as good a tag as any. Then with his other hand he hooked a thumb toward the hallway that lead to his music studio. "...

Alice fumbled with the key to her dorm door. She was surprised that they were there already. She and Brad had been walking around campus talking most of the evening. The current topic about how bad most grad students are at teaching freshman courses was enough of a distraction. Well, maybe Brad was the distraction. They had met earlier that day in chemistry class. Well, they met as much as two people can meet in a class o...

I assume every guy has one female friend who they secretly adore. That one girl that considers him as a close friend, yet has a loser boyfriend, who treats her like shit. A girl who he sets on such a high standard, that she is the one girl all others are compared. When I was a senior in high school, I had such a female friend. Her name was Christy. To me she was the closest thing to perfect as one could get. She had strai...