"I'm sorry; Mr O'Neil is in a meeting. If you'd like to leave a message I can put you through to his voice mail." She sounds young and sexy and I wonder if you've screwed her and which hole you used and if she enjoyed it and if you came and if you hurt her the way you...
Sandy had always had her little kinks. Doesn't everyone? Her favourite one was innocent enough; it hurt no one and afforded her a certain enjoyment. Well, to be honest, a wickedly intense, deliciously satisfying enjoyment. Sandy was Sandy, after all. She saved it for...
"I love your new truck." "You're just a Texas girl. You like all trucks." "No! I like it. It's bigger, you sit up real high —" "Big. You like big?" "Stop it, Jasper. You know I don't like that kind of talk." "Sorry." "Hey, you're not gonna park way back here, are you?...
Dear Eleanor, You're probably wondering why I'm calling you Eleanor. I figure eventually the world figures these things out—these meaningful non sequiturs—but I'll drop my usual flip posturing and tell you from my heart that calling you Eleanor happens naturally, and...
Alan had known Cindy had a twin. A girl twin, a so-called identical twin. Of course it had intrigued him. It's a Freudian thing isn't it? The male and his mate's sister. She'd been on the other side of the world so he'd never met her, until now. Lindy and Cindy,...
Father Dunn winced at the hard tap applied to his shoulder, and glanced with some annoyance at Father Parnell. Father Parnell gestured toward the pews. "I don't get it, Jack. Every Saturday, all the women in the parish seem to line up outside your confessional. What,...
No Tips Hereby Daddy X"Barkeep!" boomed the guy at the end of the bar.It always managed to piss me off, but I could tell that this guy was pretty full of himself; that it might not be worth my while to change his attitude, even for my own sake. I'd give him that once....
They cuddled together afterwards. Hearts slowing, breathing struggling back to normal. A wonderful loving it had been. Almost animal towards the end. She'd pleasured him orally and then he she, bringing her over the edge time and again until she begged for his cock...
She knew what she wanted, and how to get it. The path toward sexual satisfaction was littered with the carcasses of men that found out too late they were nothing more than a temporary distraction. Her arms, mouth, and vaginal crevice gaped like stainless steel traps...
Scars on the Abdomen? 'Betty' certainly had those, but not only those. Poor, dear lady. Her body resembled a railway map, back and front and on either flank, the delineations of cut and stitch a disconcerting statement of weight reducing surgery. And it is not as if...