“What the hell are you doing here?” the accusation came out of me. It was her, the damned bitch. I scanned her with my sight and liked what I saw. She wore thigh-short jogging pants, which gave full access to her short and golden legs. It tickled pleasantly in the crotch when my vision reached the full and sexy thighs that emphasized the wide hips, but also the narrow waist of her. At the same time, she was wearing a dark...

It was a cold winter evening. It was getting late, and Amanda just got out of the hall, where she and her colleagues had their annual year's end party. She was now looking for a taxi. Her husband, Tom, was in Cleveland for work and wouldn't be back until the evening after. Amanda realised she was not far from where Tom's father, Frank, lives. She thought she'd appreciate a warm place as soon as possible and would also pre...

Sarah was lying on her back, listening to the waves crash. A towel separated her from the sand. The weather was warm, and she was trying to relax. It was night, but the full moon was providing some light. She looked around you, and everything looked so peaceful. There were no clouds, and the sky was beautiful. Sarah was not there alone; her best friend Claire was near her. There didn't seem to be anybody else on the beach...

It was another blowout. The Bombers were up 24-8, and Ella was ready to serve for match point. She lined up, waited for the whistle to blow, then served another missile to her overmatched opponents. The libero made a valiant diving attempt but was unable to keep the ball from the floor. Game over, Coach Terry Carnes and his top-five-ranked team won their tenth game of the season. “Great job, ladies, way to finish the week...

The party was in full swing when I arrived at about 9:45 p.m. Music was playing in the backyard and I wandered through the 1920s Spanish-style house looking for the hosts, Chuck and Kitty. I knew the host couple because Chuck is a cousin of my friend Serena, whom I dated for several months this summer. He and I really had a lot in common and quickly became good friends. If this Halloween party was half as good as the July...

As a rule, I didn’t mess with married women. Well, the ones wearing their rings, that is, the ones that were obviously married and didn’t even try to hide it. If a woman is in a hotel bar with her ring on, one of four things is probably going on: she wants to have a drink in peace; she’s waiting for her husband, either to go somewhere else or as part of some weird sex game I don’t want to be involved in; she’s too dumb to...

Of course, I noticed him; everyone did as he ran along the edge of the surf, where the sand was packed firm by the water. He was a huge, gorgeous, black man, well over six feet tall and massively muscled, his chiseled physique sure to grab the eye. Another reason he stood out; he had on a single garment, which was one more than most of us! He wasn’t wearing a ridiculous Speedo, although unlike most men he had the body for...

It has been almost a year since we last visited our Italian villa and the Garden where so much happened before. It has simply been a very busy year for us, and we have travelled at length elsewhere, knowing that Lise and Marie are tending the garden carefully for us. They keep us informed by email and mobile, and use local contractors to fix any damages they might see to the property, so we are sure it will all be in good...

My wife B has been giving me blow jobs since before we were married. But I always had to warn her before cumming so she could pull away; she did not want my cum in her mouth or on her face. Cumming on her boobs was the best I could hope for. That's great of course, but I always wanted to experience more. We had watched porn together on occasion early in our marriage. She would always comment about how “gross” it was when...