Introduction : Jennifer is very hot and now she's very wet. She should have stayed in the rain Her Buick had been threatening to cut out for the last five miles, and finally it had given up. Jennifer peered through the rain drenched windscreen as she steered the silent vehicle to a stand still at the side of the forest road. She'd come all this way out for a college party and now her pride and joy, her little car had let her down. She gave a frustrated grunt holding her hands up in disbelief. The windscreen wipers still screeched to and fro and she could just make out a window light not far into the trees. It was late evening and she'd seen too few cars to think one would be coming along very soon. So she decided to make a dash for it. The light was ... Read More»

Halloween was always a big event on campus. The students competed with each other to come up with the most outrageous costumes and make-up, and the winners were selected at midnight during the rock 'n' roll costume ball in the Student Union basement. Carol had told me she'd never even attended one of these, never mind dressed up for one, so I was astonished when she told me she wanted to go...and in costume. I said sure, and asked her what she was going to wear—and she just smiled impishly and said, "You'll see." On the night of the ball I arrived at her door in my standard fallback Halloween costume: an old tuxedo augmented with a cape and a few strategically placed spider webs, my hair gelled straight back, my face a deathly white and eyelids ... Read More»

Tracey paused at the apartment block entrance. What had seemed such a fun idea in the darkened club after however many glasses of wine, had become just a little daunting in the sober light of day! Breathing in deeply once, she squared herself, pushed open the door and went in, still wondering if she was doing the right thing and still wondering if she actually dare go through with it! As she climbed the stairs to Steve's door she went over the events of the previous two weeks in her mind. Steve had been just another customer at the bar she worked in, but it turned out that he moonlighted as a painter and decorator, and having promised her husband that she would have the lounge decorated before his business trip ended, she had cultivated him. He had quoted her ... Read More»

Sylvia Ilene Killian sold her large four bedroom home and moved just before Christmas, she had been living there all alone for two years since her husband Ernie unexpectedly died in a car crash coming home from work one slick December night. She moved into the senior citizen condo community located on the river. It was a new start for her. Sylvia better known as Silky to her friends had been busy ever since her arrival reorganizing her new space and getting to know her neighbors. She admitted, when she had a spare moment to sit down, that this was the best move she had ever made. In her home she had been sad, barely able to get out of bed. Here from the time the sun came up there was something to do or someone calling all the time. Finally two weeks ... Read More»

Carlton Adams, Carl or 1 ton to his rugby friends was a pro rugby player and had just completed qualifying as a sports physio, dietitian and trainer when he crashed a friends Harley. Taking a girl for a ride, a speeding car had run them off the road, the girl had minimal injuries but Carl had rolled with the huge bike sustaining back and leg injuries. After 12 weeks in hospital he was wheeled to the physio unit to start work on walking and regaining mobility. His assessment was a shock, in walked Ronda Adams a consultant Physio who specialised in sports injuries and treating sportsmen and women at her private clinic in the village. Carlton grew up the son of a farmer and the other Adams family moved into the old manor house when Carl was a teenager. Richard ... Read More»

"Hey Rob, wanna come with me to the gym tonight?" Leo's question in the phone surprised me a bit, but on the other hand, I had nothing better to do. "Sure, why not," I replied. "I'll just grab my things and meet you there." Twenty minutes later we stood in the locker room. Leo was already in his workout outfit - loose black pants, a tight white sleeveless shirt and fancy indoor sneakers - when I walked into the room. I told him to go ahead to start the warm-up, but he insisted on waiting for me. No problem, I got changed rather quickly, and we headed to the athletic facilities. "So, how's it going with you and Alex?" Leo asked me as we were jogging on treadmills. "Ah well," I started, feeling a bit embarrassed. Alex was a girl I had been dating for ... Read More»

Hispanic Realtor Hot and sweaty from yard work, Ralph answered the phone on the fifth ring. His realtor, Midge, said that she had a hot property for him to look at, if he could do it today. The timing was bad. She was leaving town, and then he was leaving town. Ralph was afraid he would lose out if he wasted time. Midge got another realtor, Juanita, to show him the house, but only if he could leave immediately, sweaty clothes and all. Ralph agreed. The drive went quickly; Ralph imagined all sorts of wonderful things about the house and lost himself in fantasy until he was almost there. When he pulled up the drive, there was a brand new Monte Carlo in the driveway and a woman leaning against the fender. The sun behind her, he saw her first in relief and her ... Read More»

The woman with the dark, shoulder length hair looked familiar to me, but I just couldn’t put a name with the face. I would describe her as extremely attractive, elegant perhaps, with long, well-shaped legs, and a beautifully proportioned figure. She seemed to be alone. It had been 20 years since graduation from high school, and this had been my first chance to make it back for one of the reunions. All of us were already in our late 30’s, the youthful looks of high school well behind us. I did recognize a number of my former classmates, and we were having a great time catching up on each others’ lives. I glanced at the dark haired woman from time to time, and although many of the women were stopping by to speak with her, I did not see any of the guys doing so. ... Read More»

I was supposed to meet my mate, Craig, but he had to cry off at the last minute, so I was on my own when I hit the town. It was ok, but I didn't meet anyone I knew for once -- always the way, I suppose; if I'd had a bird and been trying to avoid everyone I'd have met them all. Anyway, I almost didn't go to a club, but I was bored, and didn't fancy an early night, so I dived into one I'd not been in for a while. It was pretty busy, but not really my kind of crowd; everyone seemed to be too hooked up; too in a group or too not my type. I was hanging around the bar, waiting to see if I could catch the eye of any girls, when this... bloke, is the only way I can describe him, spoke to me. He was a bit taller than me, maybe 5'11"; a bit heavier and older, ... Read More»

Adult EducationMandatory class?, I groaned as my sergeant handed me a piece of paper, What the hell is this about?. I already had a crappy start to my evening when my car broke down and now this garbage. My sergeant just smiled and shrugged, turning back to his briefing. I tried vainly to ignore the smirks of the rest of my shift as I took my place for briefing. Distracted, I ignored the usual rhetoric of stolen vehicle descriptions and business checks that our fearless leader loved to throw at us before every shift. I read the crumpled paper in my hand to find out what new horror I had to face. It was a week long class on developing community and police relations. Great, I knew I was going to have to pay for wrecking that damn patrol car. Maybe I could still get ... Read More»

*** Part 2 “Hi,” I said. “Hey.” He sounded nervous but the masculine swagger was still there. He didn't have to say or do much for me to sense it – he oozed of it – but he was uneasy and I knew almost immediately that he was looking for me to take the lead. I tried my best to break the ice. “Not into the ladies, huh?” He grinned. No response. When my attempt at idle conversation proved unfruitful, I dove right in and spoke my mind. “That’s a hot ass you got there... Would love to get my tongue up in between your crack.” That seemed to get him going. I was boiling over with lust. It was in my stare, in every breath I took and every word I uttered. “I've got about twenty minutes,” he said. “Those guys went into a bar and thought I was with ... Read More»

I have this friend Robert that was always talking about this bitch he picked up, now his ex-girlfriend. It seems the more she drinks the hornier she gets. This was something I had to see for myself! It all started one night out at a bar. He was the right guy at the right time and twenty minutes later he was shoving his dick in her drunken cunt the rest of the night. In fact every time she has gotten drunk since then, which is practically every night, he is fucking her. Chelsea truly is a drunken slut. She works everyday, comes home or goes out, gets drunk and fucks all night then does it all over again. I'm Chris, Robert's best friend; we have been for years. Robert has been telling me how Chelsea who is actually pretty hot, five foot eight, nice tits, ... Read More»

It had been my dream all along to be someone’s sissy slave. To be able to please them time and time again. I met my master in a gay club that had cross dressing night. I was of course dressed in a dress with stocking and stilettos. Master was in leather pants and a tight tee shirt with his muscles showing threw it. Once I saw him, I wanted him. He sat holding a collar that I thought was for a slave he already owned so my heart was saddened but not broken. I sat beside him and struck up a conversation. ‘It always sounds fun ‘do you come here often?’ line that is use to break the ice. He told me he was looking for his next slave. ‘What are you looking for in a slave?’ I asked excitedly as I uncrossed my legs pushed out my shaved chest and leaned over to show I ... Read More»

Hi, I write this as kind of an anniversary present to my husband. Whenever he wants to “wind me up” he pulls up something from your site just before we go out – well, guess I really don't need much “winding”. Brad and I have been married for 11 years. I am 37, blonde and still in good shape at 136 pounds. About six years ago Brad started up with the idea that I should sleep around. I thought he was getting tired of things and was using it as a way to “meet” other women. I was pretty upset at first and it took about six months of his “suggestions” before I decided to give it a try. To begin with I wasn't keen on the idea of fucking strangers. I had “sampled” many men before I met and married Brad. To be honest, I had seen a very few guys after we ... Read More»

He shivered and pulled the collar of his coat up higher, trying to keep the cold rain from running down his neck. Obviously his decision to walk to the art gallery had not been a good one. Hopefully Angie would be able to do something about his wet clothes. Angie was the owner of the small and very successful art gallery. She specialized in up and coming artists and had a knack for weeding out the good from the bad. As one of her very best customers Angie invited him to every new opening and often would set up a private viewing before the official opening. That was the reason for his walk today, the exhibition would open that night, but Angie had insisted that he come early to see something really special. Angie greeted him at the door with a quick kiss and ... Read More»