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Ms Amelia Bulower: “No . . . no. It’s all very difficult to explain. I don’t think you’d have believed me if I told you about it.”

Ahh finally I get to go home and relax. It had been a rough day. Well, that’s putting it lightly. The day had shit stains on it. I couldn’t do a damned thing right, my co-workers were hounding me, my boss was on my back and I had a wicked hangover. I’m not one to drink normally, but I went to a bar with some friends and ended up in a contest with them to see who could drink the most. Gah, what the hell was I thinking? My head still hurt and it was already 5pm. The night wasn’t a total loss though. I met someone, although I’m ready to admit I can’t remember his name.

It was some time after I had taught my reluctant wife Janum how to use a computer and eventually , knowing how to log on to the Internet and start surfing it. I had my collection of porn but I kept copies of it on my CD. She knew what kept me up late at night – it irritated her but after two kids. It was too much responsibility to have anymore, she let me do what I was doing. We had sex but with no intentions to have any more kids.

I was driving home from work in my boyfriend’s convertible. The weather was excruciatingly hot & I had the top down – wind blowing through my medium blonde hair which was made even blonder by lots of time in the sun. I was wearing a light flowery sundress – of course I was wearing nothing underneath. My 36-C’s are firm from swimming and my body is tight and toned from biking, running, and all the other activities I love to do. Including have very physical sex with my boyfriend.

Furious wind battered the small window of the filthy bathroom.

It was the first day of college, and Todd was extremely nervous. He’d never been away from home for more than a week at a time, much less going half way across the country to go to school. A part of him was eager to settle into his new surroundings and get to know his new potential friends. He crossed the quad with his suitcase and belongings, searching for his dormitory. He came upon a brick building called “Edmund Hall”. This was his dormitory. He felt his stomach tighten, so he took a deep breath and stepped across the threshold. Todd found his way to his room and found that his roommate was already settling in and unpacking. Todd noticed that his roommate was pretty good looking. Nice muscular build, an even tan, dirty blonde hair, and bright green eyes. Todd felt his cock pressing against his jeans, needing to get out. So Todd did what any college student in his position would do; crossed the room and introduced himself.

Madge Cargon sat looking down at her dead husband. The grief in her heart barely showed in her bloodshot eyes. As if in a trance she looked up at the black-clad gambler, who thrust the gun back into his holster and turned away with a satisfied smile. Madge had at first thought him handsome and dashing, in his flat black hat with the silver buckle, black coat, black pants and tall black military boots. He made a dashing figure at first glance. But the evil in his face showed when he pulled the trigger and killed her husband. Latent, pleased, evil which was quickly covered up when he observed her watching him. He shrugged and turned away, as if in apology. But Madge knew better.

I looked down the side of the dam. The flood gates were closed today. It had not rained in some time. I leaned over the rail, waiting for my contact. The breeze drove dryly from the south as I watched the occasional cloud wander by in the deep mango-colored sunset. The sun itself had slipped behind the western hills of the valley this dam was nestled between. I was told to meet him here at sunset. Was he late, or was I early. Was sunset when there was no light left to him? I took out a sleek metal case, and pushed a little latch on it, which made it pop open with an almost inaudible click. I rather thoughtlessly reached into it and selected one of the cigarettes contained inside, and rolled it between my fingers absentmindedly for a while, looking at the water far below. I looked at the silver metal case again. I could see my reflection in it. My short blonde hair cut to my neck, and my green eyes almost piercing in this light. I smiled, confident in my appearance for this type of meeting, and I put the case away. I brought out my lighter. One of those metal butane lighters with the copper bead in the mouth of it, which makes the flame turn green. I lit the wind-proof flame and watched it shift color, and lit my cigarette with it.

Lyn and I had been married for a good seven years now and she is one hell of a woman. She is a young twenty-nine years of age about thirteen years younger than I hot babe. We have a very loving relationship and with her being wonderfully sexy with huge breasts and a great personality all the guys around town couldn’t take their eyes off her. It pleased me knowing she was so attractive exciting and it was a privilege to be her partner…

Residing in the suburban area of a large city of the United States, Amy lived alone, working her way through college. Studying ancient history, the exquisite young lady wanted be an archeologist when her education was completed. This, however, was a few years off. For now, the student merely went back and forth from home to school, going to her part time job in the evenings. Being employed by a data processing company, her function in this establishment was to write different programs for the computers that the company uses. Amy was quite good at it, for computer programming was a self taught hobby of hers. Wanting to research archeology better, she taught herself about data processing. Furthermore, after gaining the useful knowledge, our lady simply started writing programs on the side. One day, she found an add in a newspaper asking for a programmer. Answering it, she went there for an interview; they hired her, seeing that she had what it takes.

To Dean it was just another adventure. His wealthy parents had died in a car crash a few years back. Dean was happy to let his older brother run the family business. He lived quite happily off his share of the dividends and interest from the family fortune. He was twenty-five and didn’t have any plans of settling down soon. Why should he? He was rich. He could do whatever he wanted and if he fell, well, money has a way of making sure you always land on your feet. Dean was a cat man and he knew it, in fact he reveled in it.

Teasing Toward Ecstasy

My name is Ellen and my husband Brian describes me as a very pretty shoulder-length redheaded MILF; I am in my early fifties; 5’4”, 120lb, with 34C/D nice firm natural breasts with sensitive pinkish-brown nipples, a nice round silky smooth ass and a tight partially shaved pussy.

Sandra was the typical, American housewife. She was 33 years old, married to her husband Ben for ten years, and had two children, 10 and 8. She dutifully got up every morning and made breakfast for her family, made coffee and got everybody’s clothes ready and made sure they all got out the door on time. She found out a long time ago that it was easier for the kids and her husband to eat lunch out, and she didn’t have to make lunches, thank god. After the hectic hour or so in the morning though, the day came to screeching halt. The dishes went in the dishwasher, the clothes in the washing machine, and she was done. Oh, a little vacuuming and dusting perhaps, but after that she didn’t know what to do. She was totally fed up with daytime TV and she talked her husband into getting her a computer, and it opened a whole new world for her.

Simon took his place quickly, slid his large cock into my pussy, leaned forward, began to massage one of my ample breasts, and began a slow pumping rhythm. I felt a moan escape my lips as Simon fucked me, my clit was so swollen it ached. Jonathan was standing at the side of the bed, stroking his wet cock and watched Simon fuck me.

“By the Hitman”

The day started out dark and miserable and stayed that way. I was so tired of rain. Don’t get me wrong, I like to strip naked and run through it just as much as the next guy, but come on. We’d had eight days of straight rain. I was beginning to think the sun had left us for green pastures.

Sheriff John Caddy drove slowly by the Henderson house. His eyes took in every detail, from the black metal gates to the gabled ends and Spanish tiled roof. The gate was bordered by huge stone abutments, which narrowed down to normal metal slats and posts made in the shape of spears. It was a typical Victorian era house, and he wanted it. He had almost married into the Henderson family before Lorie and the rest of her family died in a tragic car accident. Nobody approached the property, they feared the old lady. But he wanted it. As he pulled out of sight a wretched looking waif stumbled out of the bushes near the gate and watched him drive off.

Fantasizing about gorgeous woman had been a staple part of my existence right from secondary school days. Beauties elder to me, particularly married ones, seldom failed to turn me on. From teachers to neighbourhood aunts and from movie vamps to news readers, preferably those draped in sexy sarees, there was not a beauty that I had come across and not made love to in my sexceedingly passionate fantasies.

The Great Auto Show Robbery

When I was a college student up in Northern Michigan, I had a job at a local ski resort. I had to sit on a bench in a little booth at the top of the chairlift and turn the lift off if there were any problems. I shared the booth with another person who took care of the lift on the other side of the hill. Usually it was a guy I knew from school, but then a new employee came on, a cute redhead who was a student at another local college.

Alicia strolled along the tree-covered avenue enjoying the afternoon heat and sunshine. North Carolina was wonderful in the summer, hot, but not too hot. She was still amazed at all the greenery. There hadn’t been much of that in New York City. She knew that Shirley lived next door, even though she had never actually met her. Both her and Shirley were NHRA widows. Their husbands were in the Mopar Mile High Nationals. Alicia was lonely. Maybe she could share her loneliness with Shirley. She sure as hell needed to share it with somebody.

Jodi lay curled up in her bed, her mind lost in the dark mystery that she had been reading for the past two hours. Always the shy and modest type, Jodi let herself become the daring, strong, sensuous and even helpless characters in each book that she read, her name became their name, the world on paper, becoming her reality. As a thunderstorm roared overhead, she snuggled in deeper beneath her blankets and read on… focusing… letting herself sink deeper into the paperback contained world… becoming…

JANE’S STORY

“Carols Hotel Experience”