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Roberto Sanchez craned his neck as he passed a quaint old motel. It had once been fabulous in days long past. Roberto pinched his lips as he tried to decide. He took special notice of a group of young women talking on the corner. Three of the five were very hot young women. He wouldn’t mind dipping his wick into any of the three. They were certainly good enough for his needs. They looked poor, but happy. He could change that. He took in all the squalor around him and decided this was the place.

“I’m never going to understand this stuff!” Marty grumbled, “You’re just wasting your time.”

Taking care of rental property for other people had proved to be lucrative for Ted. It also from time to time proved to a wellspring of gals wanting to be fucked. Being a manager Ted had to be careful but that didn’t stop him when the right circumstances came up. At one of the apartment groups he took care of lived two cute petite blondes.

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Work kept me from going into college after high school. The scramble for rent money, groceries, internet access and all the other necessities kept me postponing higher education for years – until I was a man witnessing the last of his twenties.

Living 30kms north of Toronto afforded my wife, Jean and I the peace and quiet of the country while still being close to the city. We are both 58 years old and semi retired, doing consulting work on a contract basis, which leaves us lots of free time to indulge our many interests.

Hannah always had a hard time getting into the clubs. Even though she was 21, she looked 19, if not younger. Sometimes it was tough to convince them even after seeing her valid ID.

The encounter that I am about to tell has stuck in my mind and I have for so long tried to put it out of my mind, but periodically I find myself slipping back and remembering this particular time. This all happened many years ago, but when I think about this one time, it feels like it had just happened. It may be that I wish it would happen again or that I could somehow go back and relive the experience all over again. I have mixed feeling about it, but when it creeps back into my thoughts and I end up thinking about what actually took place, it seem to go back to that fateful time in my life but then I wish again to forget.

“Oh my God.” John shook his head as he drove and said it out loud again, “Oh my GOD!” He laughed out loud and re-played the evening over and over in his head. He knew there were sluts out there, but this is the first time in his life he had met such a blatant, stereotypical slut; what’s more, it was the first time he’d experienced the real benefit of running across a true-blue nympho!

I’d been waiting to hit the beach ever since I moved to Ft. Walton Beach, Florida, but one thing or another would come up and I’d have to put it off again. Finally I got my chance. I packed my suntan lotion, towel, umbrella and a steamy book into my sand proof bag and set it by the door. I rummaged through my drawers and found my bikini. I loved the way it looked on my body. My curves were left to tempt anyone who dared look at me. I felt so incredibly sexy in it. I twirled a few times in front of the mirror to make sure I looked all right. Once I was satisfied I threw on a tank top and a pair of my jogging shorts. I slipped on my sandals, picked up my bag and was out the door. I purposely left my cell phone tucked safely away in my desk drawer. Nothing was going to stop the day I had planned for myself.

Browsing through the items all neatly layed out, Jessica looked

LORI – A NEIGHBOR’S DELIGHT – CHAPTER 8

It was a little over a month into my husband Howard’s new job when Jim called me during the day.

My morning had been crazy, four new cases and I was the only one available to take them. I was beginning to think that the day was never going to end. I listened to an endless amount of griping and bickering, and that was from my colleagues. Some how I thought pro bono work would be more gratifying. I love my work on most levels, but the people I have to deal with, namely the other lawyers, are enough to make you reconsider your career path. I guess the reason why that morning felt like it was dragging was because I had scheduled my afternoon off. My best friend from high school was going to be in town and we were going to get together for lunch. She and I had talked on the phone for the past six years, but never actually got to see each other since graduation. We were both afraid we wouldn’t click like back in the day.

“By the Hitman”

The Rose Hotel – Chapter 1

It was in the 1800’s there was a western town, Wichita. The town was full of scum and whores. Upon those many scandals and theifs, there was a man who had no family no friends, just the hopes of exceeding his sex life, his eroticism. He was tall, handsome, tan and had a bushy stache that met from his nose to the top of his lip. He was built like a hard-working man and had dark black hair that grew out like the kind of hair most men would want. thick, easy to handle, and god looking. The name was Samuel Bowser, most called him Sam.

Best friends forever or bff’s is how it’s put. A title which linked two people into a relationship far from family or friends a relationship which ment so much to one another they could both be one.

(Some prior notes about me and this story: If MALE bisexuality, crossdressing or interracial sex bother you, don’t bother reading further. I am someone who considers himself a fairly “masculine” or normal guy, in many aspects. I think, however, that many straight, gay, or bi guys have always had secret fantasies,whether or not they’d actually admit to it, about what it would be like to be a woman, during sex. Without a sex change, the next best thing is to play “dress up and pretend”, which I’ve always had secret fantasies about doing once or twice. (And I believe that, with my look, I could probably actually could make a good cute, little girl, if made up that way.) Some of my influences for this story were things like straight interracial gangbang fantasies (3 or more hung black guys on one tiny white gal), a strong fetish for female cigarette smoking, hard rap/rock music and a weird, corny sense of humor. I’m not going to lie, either. If you want romantic and sensual erotica with lots of foreplay and moodsetting, don’t even waste any of your time here. If you’re into strippers, hardcore pornography, or raunchy unashamed sexuality in general, then feel free to read and let me know what you think.)

“Hello? Mrs. Cole?” Ben asked as he juggled the phone to light a cigarette.

LORI – A NEIGHBOR’S DELIGHT – CHAPTER 5

I was living with my husband and children in a very sober and comfortable area of our town. There were our neighbors Mary and her husband Ron. They were older people might be in their fifties. They were really good to us and we had good relations with them. Mary used to come to our home whenever I was at home on my off days from my job.

Life went on like that for almost the entire 5 years. It was amazing how much it was the same from day to day. I serviced the Bemertons sexually in addition to my housework, was punished for a (very) few trangressions, and reaffirmed to Mr. Coleman and Mrs. Camden on a monthly basis that I was still worthy of keeping my job.

The Great Department Store Robbery