Samantha looked forward to celebrating Christmas this year. Despite her joyous sprit, she was also lonely. Randall, her husband of 25 years, had just passed away last year from cancer and Katya, their 24-year old daughter, was away in New York at college. Her large, cozy house was decorated with Christmas lights and everything. Christmases with the two of them were always joyous and fun because they were all together. When it comes to Christmas, she loved the holiday parties, the shopping, the parties, the gifts, and all. But she really missed being with a man. She had dated for a while, but things didn't work out. She took her mind off things by doing various holiday activities, she even volunteered by feeding dinner to the homeless. Not only did she miss ... Read More»

Getting the laundry done at the hotel was a challenge. There were not enough machines to be able to do laundry during the week, so I had made it a practice to get up really early on Sundays. Today I woke up at 4:30 am! Outta bed put on my robe, (I sl**p nude) slip on some flip flops, and down the hall with dirty laundry bag, soap and quarters. I swiped my room key, and got inside, and one of the washers was already running! Who was up at this hour doing laundry!! Oh well there were t empty washers, just enough for me, whites in one colors in the other, some soap, in go the quarters, and back to my room for a quick shower, some cereal and coffee, best coffee is the first cup of the day. After all that I decided to just lounge in my robe for the morning, but first ... Read More»

I had my first real sexual experience many years ago, at the age of 18. I wasn't a complete virgin – if you count one 20 second fumbled stand-up shag with an equally inexperienced girl in the alley behind the youth club – but like most teenage males of the time most of my sexual encounters involved my right hand and Health and Efficiency magazine. I had just finished a heavy week of exams at school, so I decided to unwind with a relaxing weekend walking in the hills of my native Yorkshire. It was a spur of the moment decision, and after a full day of hiking I found myself in the evening in a tiny village, a sort of one-horse town where the horse had died. There was only one place to stay, an ancient inn. When I asked about a bed for the night, the landlady ... Read More»

Though the pay is good, the store has not been doing well for about a year now and the manager of the shop, John Evans, is a right little fuckwit. He’s a short, thin, balding man of about forty, who attends church every Sunday with his wife and daughter and believes that anyone who doesn’t worship his God is going to Hell real soon. I wouldn’t actually have a problem with the guy just because of his religion except that he’s also bigoted beyond all belief. At work he’s a total Nazi, going through staff faster than I can keep track of. He doesn’t actually own the store, his wife does, but he runs it. Mary Evans, John’s wife, has dropped into the store once or twice and she always takes my breath away. She is fucking hot, but I don’t think she really knew it then. ... Read More»

* Travelling home on the train, deep in thought... It's coming up so quickly. My wedding day that is. In 2 weeks I'll be walking down the aisle in my beautiful dress. All the arrangements are in place, now I'm just waiting for the day to arrive. My girlfriends and I had a great weekend away together getting pampered with massages, manicures, pedicures, you know, all that girlie stuff and then we danced the night away at nightclub and had fun in the casino. My fiancé is going away for a 'bachelor fishing weekend' with his mates. My dad's going to Hong Kong on business and mums decided she's going with him because everything for the wedding is organised already. I get off the train and walk home, grabbing the mail. A letter from Uncle Dave, catches my eye. ... Read More»

Mrs. Larson glanced at her assignment book and announced to the class. "Everyone open up your texts to page 135 and read chapter six. I have to go to the office for a few minutes, but I shouldn't be too long." She entered the Principal Solon's office and said to his secretary. "Hi Georgia, I just received a note from Mr. Solon and he wants to see me right away, is he available?" A slight smirk spread over the secretary's face as she replied. "Just a second, Mrs. Larson, and I'll find out." "Go on in, he's expecting you," Georgia said, "and have a good time." At that last remark, Krista Larson glanced back over her shoulder and gave the secretary a dark look before entering the principal's office. Once inside she asked. "You wanted to see me Mr. ... Read More»

I had been working as a nurse's aide at the hospital for almost six months, and was beginning to realize how much I hated the job. I worked on the Sub Acute unit, a place reserved mainly for people there to die, coma victims and quadriplegics. It was a hard place to work, the humanity of it all. I had to feed them, bathe them, clean them, wipe them, turn them and groom them. What had at first been a job I loved was rapidly becoming a nightmare. I had few friends there that I liked, and most of the time friends were what got you through cleaning and preparing dead bodies and watching people waste away. Of course, the social environment of the hospital was more like a high school than a professional work place. All the clicks were there, instead of jocks you had ... Read More»

I’m just a guy with simple needs. I’m not a sex addict. I can survive without it. But I’m a straight guy. I’m 35 but I don’t look like one. I have lots of work. I work out at gym 2-3 times a week. If anyones wondering, my chest is 50 inches. I’m also attractive, I’m handsome, many girls are attracted to me. My height is 6″2. And I’m also hot. I have a waist line of 32 (because I gained muscles) I had a girlfriend who was really encouraging me and her to sex. She was very pretty and she was my type, but I feel that it’s somehow wrong. We were both 25 years old. She said I’m her type. She said I was tall, hot, muscular and attractive. One night, I went to her house. I gave her chocolates. It got pretty late so I had to stay in her house because it was too dark. ... Read More»

Kathy rushed in the front door of her beautiful home after a long day's work. She ran around the house straightening up, and perfecting last minute details. They were to have another night of drinking, and entertaining and she needed to be prepared. Kathy's husband Frank had invited a well-known Hollywood couple to the house. Frank had hopes they could help him with his career. Frank came home about an hour after Kathy, as he always did. "Wait till you meet them," Frank exclaimed, "they are great, Rick is a lot of fun and his wife Chelsea is a real intellectual," he told her. "I'm sure you and her will hit it off just fine," he assured her. "I hope so," said Kathy apprehensively. Whatever you do be nice," Frank told her. He wanted to make ... Read More»

I live in a very respectable street. The inhabitants, if they are male, tend to be accountants, middle managers, draughtsmen and things like that. If they are female they either do not go to work at all, or they are receptionists for doctors, dentists or they work in such highly regarded places as pharmacies. They have the appropriate number of children and in some cases grandchildren. Their houses are neat with well cared for gardens and Ford or GM vehicles residing in tidy garages. It is a very peaceful and neighbourly street and, from the point of view of a nineteen year old university student, bloody boring. I think that anaemic word “nice,” describes the street and its people. As for my own family, my father works in a television station. Some ... Read More»

The preceding chapters more or less summarize the sordid (and sorta exciting) history that led up to the day my sister Lucy started parking her daughter Melissa with me. From the day I began sitting with my little niece, my child-loving progressed by leaps and bounds, binding me ever more tightly into the bonds of my obsession. I began to care for Melissa when she was only about nine months old. Her parents called on me whenever her mother needed to run a quick errand or when they both wanted to go out and couldn't find (or couldn't afford) a neighborhood sitter. As I've explained, I write stories and articles for magazines and make enough money that I can stay at home, write when I want to, read when I want to, and generally ... Read More»

Malcolm spent the weekend in a daze, the image of Mrs Polly Urquhart's tits was burned into his brain forever, the image of them surrounding his face as they bulged and bounced around his nose whilst his throbbing cock released its load repeatedly into her vice-like smooth relentless pussy. All he wanted was to get his hands on her again, his dick up her again but she played the innocent wife and mother all weekend. Her outfits during the weekend were at best suggestive of the bounteous curves that lay beneath. At times he thought he must have imagined the slut that played her daughter and husband for fools as she milked the cum from his young balls time after time. To Polly, Malcolm was a bit of fun, not great with his young thin body and hard 6 inch cock ... Read More»

This is all non-Fiction non of it Is real just an idea came in mind. Alex hadcame home fromhisday of school, he knew his mom has been home for a while, since he had known her routine since she had been working as a nurse in the Hosptial. Alex had also known that she would sl**p for half of the day then make supper for him and her. His father was out of town for business for about a mouth and a half no. They get by with so much that his father could just retired right now, but it wasnt the best time to do that yet.Everyone had knew what his mom looked like, she stood at 5'7 nice rack of triple D breasts pink nipples that so pink it could be seen through a wet white shirt, slim yet with some nice crives that would drive any man insane both married and single, ... Read More»

Being a computer geek is not without its benefits. For example, people who think you are weird and nerdy suddenly become your best friend when they need your help with their computer. Also it helps with the women, in that sometimes, on that very rare occasion, they are willing to pay you in ways other than money. That is what happens in this story: a sexy older woman seeks my help and in return awards me with carnal pleasures beyond my wildest dreams. Jenna was a hot sexy red haired vixen in her early 40's(42 to be exact) who lived in the same trailer court I did down towards the end of the lot. I lived across the way in a single wide trailer I was renting when I had taken a job in a new town a with a local computer consulting corporation. My job was to help ... Read More»

Jenny had just turned thirteen when I realized that I was no longer the center of her universe. Quite a shock for a mother to realize that her children are free thinking human beings, with their own thoughts as to how to run their lives. Jenny was a popular girl with lots of girl and boy friends. As for me, I had lost my buddy. Having grown up in Cary, North Carolina, I had experienced much heartache over the years as one close friend after another moved because their parents were transferred away from the Research Triangle. Since my husband was a local guy who had his medical practice at the Duke Clinic complex, we had some core social friends. As far as the men were concerned, as doctors will, their conversations always seemed to center on their practice. ... Read More»