*Part 1 – The best legs in the city.*
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This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, do not read any further. By reading further you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law of the United States or of the country you belong to, and in which, you are a citizen. Read the rest of this entry »
Mum was rattling the door, “Wake up Dave; I want you to do something before school,” she ordered.
Dave wasn”t asleep he had lain in bed for the last hour stroking his cock reliving his night with Mrs Helen Turner.
He still couldn”t believe what had happened. “Shit” he thought how I could have been so lucky. “Mrs Turner is the wife of the roughest toughest footballer in town, she”s built like a playboy model and she”s cheating on him and fucking me.”
Dave wasn”t the only one reliving last night”s action at the drive –in. Read the rest of this entry »
Jack heaved the heavy basket of groceries on to the handlebars of his bike and set off on his delivery run. This was the last of his deliveries this afternoon. Mrs. Kelly’s large family ensured that her delivery would always be the largest and the heaviest. He liked going to her place and left it to last so he could linger and talk.
Mrs. Kelly was a big jolly woman. “I am sixteen stone,” she told him one afternoon when he helped her up the stairs. Despite her size or maybe because of her size long queues of men were always seeking her sexual favors. She had twelve kids from twelve different fathers according to the rumormongers. Read the rest of this entry »
Shirley and I lay there panting and exhausted in each other’s arms for what seemed like a long time. The day was pleasant and not too warm yet and there was a nice breeze blowing on our shady hillside. I loved just lying there holding her close and feeling her breath. Every few minutes I would gently and tenderly kiss her lips or her face or neck. She would whimper and snuggle tighter.
I looked at her lying there in my arms and took in her sweaty body and soaking matted pubic hair. I could taste both my cum, her pussy juices and burnt tobacco every time I kissed her and ran my tongue around her lips or probed her mouth with it. In the years since Shirley I have found most women who smoke to be repulsive. One lady I dated had terrible “dragon breath” and I simply could not stand kissing her. Read the rest of this entry »
“Author’s Note: I made a few minor changes to Chapter 1 of this story. I removed some unnecessary dialogue and I changed Katherine’s divorce settlement. Her husband gave her $50,000 in the settlement. Those were the only changes, so no need to go back and read the first chapter again. I made these changes to better coincide with chapter two, after editing, I realized that things didn’t fit quite right. Thanks for the positive feedback on this story so far.”
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Several weeks have gone by since my divorce and I am happier than I have been in years. Brian is a wonderful man and adapted quickly to a woman living in his house. Although we spent a lot of time in bed learning about each other physically, I realized that other than that, we didn’t know that much about each other. One morning at breakfast I decided I wanted to know more about the man who had stolen my heart. Read the rest of this entry »
She was 14 when Bradford, my son, brought her to the house for the first time. Brad, as I call him most of the time was very proud of himself. She was his first real sweetheart so to speak. She was the typical 14 year old with no real shape, just long legs, long arms, a mouth full of wire and a bit on the shy side. As time wore on she lost some of the shyness around us but nothing else as she remained very thin and almost gangly looking. Ginger was a sweet girl to be sure, but not a real looker. Still he was proud of her and I must admit I felt somewhat proud of the fact that he had not chased after some of the other girls that were always calling and coming by the house. He was after all, my son and a fairly good looking youngster. Read the rest of this entry »
Heidi awakened in the morning and sat up in bed. She realized there had been no obscene phone calls, so she’d slept through the night, and was rested for the first time since the harassing calls had begun. She allowed herself to feel a little bit hopeful. Maybe he’d decided to stop. Maybe the quick appearance of the police had frightened him away. Maybe he wouldn’t be back.
Hoping against hope that her terrifying ordeal had ended, Heidi got up, showered, dressed, had breakfast, then she headed for school. Read the rest of this entry »
“This story was written as a reminder that November is National Adoption Month and because adoption is an issue close to the author’s heart.
WARNING: Story contains little stroke material :)”
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The halls vibrated with the music that flowed through them. Organ music swelled through the huge, drafty church and out the open doors. Passing people stopped and listened to the familiar tunes and the harmonic voices of the worshippers as they sang a ‘thank you’ to God for the birth of his son. After they had dragged themselves away from the church and the nostalgia that had surfaced, many of the people out on that cold Christmas night felt more in the spirit of the holiday. Spare change turned to a ten-dollar bill thrown into the hat of a homeless man. Those who had once turned an indifferent shoulder to the woman who dropped all of her shopping bags in the snow now bent cheerfully to lend a helping hand. Christmas spirit passed from person to person, spurred by the beautiful music coming from the pristine church on 5th street. Read the rest of this entry »
“Hi gang,
First let me apologize for taking so long to get out this next chapter. With the holidays and everything, there wasn’t a lot of time to sit down at the keyboard. That this got written at all is testament to the respect I have for all of you who took the time to provide such wonderful feedback. You folks are great motivators! Hope you enjoy this chapter and will take the time to vote your approval. Take care and be well… Bobby T.”
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You know the way that dreams go. Some you can remember, some you can’t. Some seem real and some are totally “out there” and weird. Some seem to be based on real events from your past and some are based on pure fantasy. Read the rest of this entry »
*”Authors Note:”*
*”A Weekend With Renata-Saturday”" “*”is the 2nd part of the trilogy sequel to my story “*”Renata Gets A Ride”*.” The number of people that read, “*”Renata Gets A Ride”*” has really floored me and the voting on it has made it my highest scoring story to date. I had intended for”* “Renata Gets A Ride” *”to be a stand alone story, but because of the number of readers it accumulated I’ve decided to do sequels because “hey I never know when to leave a good thing alone…” [chuckle] [chuckle]” Read the rest of this entry »