This story is a very special story to me. I remember it quite well as a matter of fact. Her name, I finally discovered, at that time a number of years back, is Gwen. First off, there are a few things to know. Number one is that Gwen was 53 at the time. Number two, Gwen lives behind me. We still speak or communicate, usually by way of email, but either way we see one another often. And every time, although she’s as sedate...

DULCE DE LECHE (dool-say deh lay-chay) “You paid a lot of money to look homeless. It was the first thing Dalia had ever said to Cody. It was a whisper in his ear, a shared secret, in the noisy, art-viewing crowd. He was confuzzled, sure that he'd misheard her. This was his night, his show, after all. He'd won a spot in the new artist showcase and his artwork was being revealed to a receptive audience. She told him the des...

It is usually hard to predict how new personal relationships will work out. This situation showed me how lending a helping hand to a neighbor can provide great benefits. My name is Lisa, and my husband Ed and I are both forty-two years old. We dated all through high school and I became pregnant by him at the end of our senior year. We were married right out of high school and had twin boys who are now out of college and m...

I’ve taken on board everybody’s comments and suggestions. Hope you enjoy this. I’ve really let my fantasies run wild. It was a Wednesday and the day of my next shoot for a lingerie catalogue. The guy who does the photos has been trying to get me to do some private work on the side but so far I’ve turned him down. He’s OK but he has the hots for me and he’s not my type so I think I’ll give it a miss. Anyway I got up nice a...

Jess waved goodbye to her parents as they drove off for traditional weekend dinner and movie date. They had almost skipped it to spend more time with her since she was only home for a few days, but she insisted on them having a good time. As they drove out of sight, Jess smiled; she was about to have a good time too. Jess unbuttoned her jeans as she walked to her room. They slid off her gently curving hips as she shut the...

Chapter 1 She is a freak in the sheets, on top, on bottom, in the kitchen, wherever she can bare her sweet blonde pussy, she'll be trying to work my dick into her. I love her, and I love her lovin'. In the heat of passion, I have jested that maybe she needs an extra cock or two to keep her satisfied. She knows I jest and would never share her, but I have noticed that she cums extra hard when I push the fantasy, "What if t...

On the third day of house sitting, I awoke to a nice surprise. After my neighbour, Daniel, had unexpectedly visited, I had decided to work on my make up and mannerisms. After a day of walking in heels, I had perfected my sexy walk as well as getting my make up just right. I was feeling in the mood to show off my new found skills so was excited to see a note waiting by the front door. It was from Daniel. It said that his w...

I’d met Adele a couple of times before she turned up on my doorstep. She seemed nice enough, but the truth was that after a messy divorce I was happy to be living alone in my town house with no yard to look after, no crappy social events to attend and no one to look after but me. All I wanted at that time was to get my work done, come home and eat takeaway in front of a ball game. Sure, that would change, but at that time...

Neighbourhood Watch I get genetics; I really do. Mendel, Paley, Darwin, X and Y chromosomes, DNA, the Human Genome Project, protein molecules that combine and define who and what we are; I accept and understand it all. What I can't comprehend, however, is how I've ended up being 5ft 1", with pallid skin, Coppertone hair and breasts that would shame a male weightlifter. How can I possibly be the pinnacle of human evolution...

I've secretly been crossdressing from a young age. In my late teens, around 17, I became more adventurous. maybe because I was enjoying it more. At that age I was very slender, had long dark hair as well has having a naturally smooth and hairless body. My brother and sister were both at uni and my parents would work a lot of the time meaning I was left home alone quite a lot. I would "borrow" my sister's clothes and had a...

Jennifer sighed. Next month would mark the five year anniversary of her divorce, and in those five long years, not once had she had sex. She missed the touch of a live, warm person. It had gotten to where even her fingers and toys weren't enough. When she moved out of her husband's house, Jennifer moved into a quaint apartment complex. Little did she know that it was inhabited by married people, most of whom were elderly....

Many years ago on a Friday afternoon I drove my Volkswagen camper to a covered flea market pavilion about 10 miles from my home and unloaded the fishing and camping wares I hoped to sell some of over the weekend when the flea market was open. Then I drove a couple of miles to a rural honky-tonk that served food to eat a bite before returning to the pavilion to sleep in my camper until the next morning when I would set up...

My name is Brad and I'm 19 years old. It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday when I was walking home from my friends house, when I saw my neighbour Jennifer was taking the groceries inside from her car. I've always had a thing for her, she is around 35 years old, brown/blond hair, a great tight ass and C cup breasts. Today she had a ponytail, was wearing a white shirt without sleeves and light blue jeans, in which...

Jenna was an average teenager. She was a senior at the local high school and was likeable among her friends in the year, especially the sex craving teenage boys. Jenna, however, only had been in a couple relationships throughout her high school years. The last time she was in a relationship was with her ex-boyfriend, Josh, who moved out of town to go to college. Josh and her were never in a romantic relationship, their re...

The numbness that comes from a day of relentless chores is bounced away with a ride in the laundry. What better way to chase the blues of banality away than to rework them into the realm of domestic fantasy? With her mind on her handyman neighbor, this little 'housewife' slips her hand beneath her apron and bumps and grinds along with the motion of the spin cycle.