Cat sat back, shaking her head. The girl grinned down at her, and tried to tug her into a standing position. “Huh uh,” she smiled. “Please?” the girl smiled. “Two left feet baby, sorry.” She slouched down further in her seat. She really had not wanted to come out. Wanted to stay at home and just relax, have another beer. Wasn’t really interested in getting laid. Which pissed her off because she was always in the mood.
The girl squeezed her hand and then let go at the same moment her eyes flirted across and then went back to the group coming in. A bunch of girls. Some dressed up, some casual. The party she guessed, knowing the back area had been reserved for a party of ten. And then she saw her, near the back of the pack. Dressed in jeans and a tank top layered over another, her hair pulled up. She felt butterflies in her stomach just setting eyes on her again. (more…)
“Come in.” Mrs. Salazar said with a smile. Tyler entered the house with a polite nod. He stepped out of the Saturday sun into the foyer as Mrs. Salazar closed the door behind him. She was pretty woman, about 5′5″, black shoulder-length hair, and brown eyes.
“I haven’t seen you in a while.” she said, slightly out of breath. She was dressed in gray leotards and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. “Am I interrupting?” Tyler asked.
“No, not at all. I was just doing some exercises on tape.” she pointed to the TV where 3 women also in leotards were twisting their torsos in some sort of warm-up exercise. “You can help me hold my feet while I do sit-ups.” (more…)
“Come on Sasha, tell me about it.” Angela begged for the 5th time. I gave her the evil eye and threw a piece of popcorn at her.
“Hey, you are the one that brought it up. So now you are going to back out and go all silent treatment?”
Angela was right, I had brought it up and now I was forced to sit here and either make up a story or tell her what happened. The thing is, being a middle child, it’s difficult to get attention and I suppose I’ve always craved the attention my two older sister’s have always recieved. Dana and Laura were close enough to the same age that growing up they seemed to always get the most attention by our parents. If Dana and Laura weren’t getting the attention then my younger sister Jessica was getting all the attention. I, on the other hand, was often ignored or just simply over-looked. I always got fewer presents, hand-me-down clothes and generally less praise and attention by our relatives. Jessica did have it worse when it came to the hand-me-down clothes but being the youngest, she was smothered with attention and love. (more…)
As I awoke in the chill of a Seattle morning I found myself still completely nude, but thankfully some one had pulled a comforter around me as I slept. I opened me eyes and found that I was alone in the queen size bed and figured that Wade and Mako had retreated to the house sometime during the early morning hours after our “get together” a few hours earlier. I looked at my watch and figured that I had better get around soon, my appointment with the art dealer was at 11AM and it was already almost 9.
I lay there stretching the kinks out of my overly fatigued body reflecting on the night before, I thought it so morally repugnant and yet I was so very turned on by the fantastic sex the four of us had shared, especially with Arisol. I decided that it would be best if I avoided them for the day, and perhaps the rest of the trip. Another such adventure into the darkness of incest was not what I wanted to remember of my brother and his family. (more…)
Now, I am 31 years, this happened 13 long years back, when I was just 18, I had come from college hostel, on my second semester leave.
Even during the time, there are some cheap magazines were available nearby railway station, which I used to buy and read, so I knew about incest relationships, and sex. Just a year back, that time, I was on my 12th Standard I had sex with my friend, we had sex once or twice, and then I started hating her, for various reasons. After that, I had sex with some local prostitute nearby my college. (more…)
The engineer who thought up the idea of putting the spare tire for a pickup into a bracket under the truck box should have been castrated! At least that was what I was thinking as I struggled to get the rusted nuts off the bolts holding up the tire. I was in a wayside where I had stopped when I felt the tire begin to wobble just before it went flat. I had made it to the wayside and didn’t have to go through this while on the side of the highway.
I was cussing the bolts, and myself, for having such shitty tools along with me when I heard a motorcycle pull up. I looked out from under the truck and saw a pair of low cut tennis shoes sans socks, and bare legs coming toward the truck. “Need some help?” (more…)
I’m not an inherently bad man, perhaps weak in a Christian sense but hey, let he who is without sin cast the first stone right? I have a sneaking suspicion, a hitherto unverified but significantly large percentage of fathers have at some stage, harbored many a Freudian fantasy as to their own daughters, be it admitted to or not. My guess is upwards of ninety percent.
In my particular case, having three girls at the time aged eighteen to twenty-one, all extremely pretty, I can vouch for having many excruciatingly hot flushes with but the slightest provocation. (more…)
Mom and I were in Emma’s—my aunt and Mom’s youngest sister—apartment dining room, sitting across from one another at the square rustic pine dining table. Aunt Emma was in the kitchen, fixing Mom and herself some coffee, and some ginseng tea for me. We were there at my suggestion, after Mom had informed me that of all of her siblings, Aunt Emma had been the most open-minded when it came to my Mom’s former career in the adult film industry. In fact, Mom had said, Aunt Emma encouraged it, and even considered doing it herself.
But what had gotten me interested in paying Aunt Emma a visit was hearing that she and Mom had fooled around with each other up until High School, and had made a failed attempt to seduce their older brother, Uncle Greg, during her freshman year of college. She’d been just as fucked up in the head as me and Mom. Getting into her pants was going to be a cakewalk. Anticipation made my cock throb achingly behind my black jeans. (more…)
The day after Virginia had given me that awesome head, I was sitting on the couch pondering, when she came home, and I noticed it was five, much later than usual. I was stunned by what I saw when she walked in. I had always thought she was hot, but I had never seen her in tight black spandex shorts. She gave me a look as she walked through the front hall, a blank look, which I didn’t know exactly how to interpret. As she came closer, I noticed her skin was glossy with sweat, a look I wished to be more familiar with. (more…)
About then Arisol bounded into the room, the smile on her face was the picture of perfection, her manor vibrant and alive with the joy of the day, or so it seemed. I looked up at her well dressed stature, her perfectly quaffed hair, and all but unnoticeable makeup, she was indeed picture perfect. She said “are you ready to go? We have less than an hour to get to the gallery.” I replied “yeah, let me get my folio,” and stood to go to the bed room to retrieve it. She said “I’ll go start the car, meet me in the driveway.” I carried the folio of samples and art pieces to the drive and placed it into the back seat of her Tahoe, got in and she sped backwards from the drive. Not being that familiar with Seattle, the drive was almost unnerving, not that she didn’t drive well, but she did drive fast and darted in and out of the congested traffic a lot, and I could only sit silently in fear. So much different than in the Midwestern Oklahoma town I live in, I was certainly glad she was driving. (more…)
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