Marsha Jennings was more than the girl next door type. At sixteen her looks and figure could shame any college hottie you could care to name. She was tall with long honey blond hair, flashing green eyes and a perfect smile. She drew attention from men not normally attracted to teens.She had fallen in love with the fitness modeling circuit at a young age It happened when she stumbled onto one of their shows while on vacati...

My body was tense with anticipation as I watched TV and tried to ignore the beautiful fur rug in front of the fireplace. It was Friday night and I was doing my regular gig as babysitter for the children of Jack and Chrissie Tanner, who lived across the street from us. At seventeen, I was probably a bit old for babysitting, but it gave me a bit of extra pocket change and the Tanners were good friends of my family. The Tann...

I left the city behind me and drove towards the mountains. It was the last week of March and the peaks reflected the snow like a second and third sun so I put down the visor to protect my eyes. The traffic was thick close to the city and there were several trailers behind and in front of me. I had left the kids with my parents and kissed them goodbye. I needed to get away for a few days so I could center myself again. Sev...

She pushed back against my face, crying out with the power of her orgasm, and I grasped her hips and pulled her to me, holding her to my lips as I pushed my tongue into her. The tip of my nose was grinding into the tiny pucker of her rosebud, but she didn’t seem to mind. I began to run my tongue up and down her wet cleft, between those soft inner lips, lapping up her sweet, copious honey. I realized that each time my tong...

I’ve been told that I’m a wonderful lover. I don’t know if that’s true or not, and I laugh when I say it because it sounds so incredibly arrogant and egotistical, but to the extent that it may be true I owe it all to her, and to that summer all those years ago. I’d turned seventeen that April and planned to get a summer job when school let out. My father insisted, saying that the experience would be good for me and that I...

The library. Not the general library, where the fiction is and the dvds are. This one is the special local studies library. Ssshhhh. It is very quiet in here. It’s inhabited by serious people, quiet people. You might call them anoraks: they’re interested in family history and the origin of a particular kind of lily that’s common in these parts – that sort of thing. I’m in here quite often. I’m a local journalist and this...

I was eighteen and Barbara was in her early forties and the mother of my best friend. She was a professional woman, working in real estate. She dressed in business attire, always wearing pantyhose or stockings with high heels. I’d admired her nylon legs for many years. Even as a young boy, I desired to touch them. One Saturday night, I stayed the night with my friend James. After he fell asleep early. I heard the TV on in...

Amanda Stone sat on the sofa in the living room with her feet on the sofa table reading a book. There was a breeze in the air coming in through the French windows leading out to the garden where the flowers grew and a small pool was located under a large tree. She could hear the birds chirping in the bird bath and the neighbours talking. It was a beautiful July afternoon, and she had the house to herself.Her husband, Sam,...

The disheartening sound of my alarm had penetrated my dreams. I was in the middle of a concert, playing to a crowd in the tens of thousands with my band, when that wretched sound blasted through the concert arena, giving a sonic death to my sonic heaven. As my view from behind the kit faded to black, my eyes popped open to a blurry, yet familiar view of my bedroom, where that bastard clock starred me down. “Yeah, yeah, sh...

My name is Ed. I’m a fairly easy going guy with a great job that sometimes has me working evenings. Tonight is just one of those evenings. Its 11 o’clock and I’m walking in the door, a little tired from an evening of negotiations, but a little excited as well. I’m about to be cuckolded for the second time by an extremely well hung, young bull. I know he’s here. I know what he’s doing and I can’t wait to watch! ===========...

She was Mrs. Adleson to me then, hell, I guess she still is. I think she goes by Margery to her friends. It’s been since I was a kid and I still think she’s hot. She’s probably in her mid to late forties now, but still very attractive. I don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about her over the years but I’ve never let on. I’ve always been polite and courteous to her and I’m sure she will always think of me as that swe...