You have a slightly difficult relationship with Ashley’s friend Daniella. This is due to the fact that you desperately want to fuck her, and she knows it. She discovered your feelings a while ago when she caught you wanking into a pair of her panties. For some reason, this did not endear you to her. These days her attitude toward you is a mixture of pity and contempt, but that doesn’t stop her prick-teasing you mercilessly when your wife isn’t around.You’ve tried to suppress your feelings for the sake of your wife, but you find yourself thinking about Daniella all the time. In fact, you’ve become obsessed with seeing her naked. She’s got a beautiful big round ass that you’d love to squeeze and spank.One day Daniella catches you trying to sneak a peek up her skirt. She rolls her eyes.“Did you get a good look, Chris?” she teases. She quickly checks that no one else can see, then bends over, tugging up her skirt to reveal her panty-clad bottom. She reaches around and gives one cheek a
Jeff stumbles backward as you push him up against the wall in the darkened room. “Hey, what the-”“Shut up,” you reply, pinning him with your forearm across his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his heavy breathing. He’s been taken by surprise.“Uh… okay.”“Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” you hiss, your face so close he can feel your breath on his neck.“I don’t know what you mean…” he replies, unsure where this is going.“I don’t know what you mean,” you mimic. “Don’t play innocent. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me. Staring at my tits-”“No, I…”“-peeking up my skirt! I’m just a sex object to you, aren’t I?”Jeff shakes his head, but he knows he’s been busted. “Indy, I’m sorry if it looked like that to you, but-”“Oh give me a break! Everyone noticed that boner you’ve been packing!” You roughly grab his cock through his pants, finding his bulge still semi-hard in your palm.Jeff gasps and freezes. At this point it must be unclear to him where this is heading. One possib
The truck that backfires in front of Jeff’s window rudely ends his slumber, and as his head falls back into his pillow he gives vent to a sincere wish that its owner might experience everlasting torture in hellfire for their transgression. He sleepily turns over to check his phone, resigning himself to the acknowledgement that the sunlight streaming through his window will not let him go back to sleep. Turning off his alarm, he unplugs his phone and lets it fall to the bed. Through the wall, he can hear water running, an indicator that his girlfriend, Tia, is still in the shower. Without cause to get up, he welcomes the opportunity to stay under the covers, enjoying the sensation of soft fabric against his body.Once again, Jeff curses the rude awakening that the truck has given him, robbing the last few minutes of his rest. He had been having such a good dream too. You and he had been watching a movie, he can’t remember which, and he is pretty sure aliens had come to steal your popc
I first noticed "him" in the adjacent car lane while stuck in the morning commute. It was a very chilly fall morning, and smoke was drifting out his open driver-side window. My first thought was, "Wow, that guy really has a problem if he's willing to freeze his nuts off just for a quick smoke." It was at that moment that he glanced over at me.Oh, my God! He had the most beautiful, soulful eyes, and when he noticed my prissy expression, he gave me a crooked smile and, with a nod of his head, flicked his cigarette butt out the window. Oh, my Lord, that smile was lethal, and my heart took a nosedive. He had a "bad boy" look about him. And, even though I turned away, I was drawn to him by some strange, magnetic force. I should explain that I am not prone to flights of fancy.I am the level-headed one of my group. I am the cautious one, the responsible one, the boring one. I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread.Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started movin
I swim at an outdoor pool every day, here in Tel Aviv. I'm an architect working for myself, so have time to choose when I swim, and that's usually midday or a little later at around two, so I can get a morning's work done. I'm friendly with a few people at the pool and make the usual small talk, but it's mostly a short stay in the sun, a two-kilometer swim, and then back to the office for a light lunch and back to work. Last Thursday, my schedule was really changed, and here's the reason why. I was sitting in the sun for fifteen minutes pre-swim, checking some messages on my phone, which isn't easy to do in the sun, its rays reflecting off the small screen. A woman took a chair near mine. I hadn't seen her before and understood that she was a visitor rather than one of the members.She wore a one-piece costume, which I always find attractive, cut high over the hips, and had the body of a regular swimmer. I'm fifty, in good shape, as I swim every day. I think she was perhaps a few year
You’re out of town travelling and feeling lonely. Lying back on your hotel bed, you begin to fantasize about Lucy. She’s a friend of your girlfriend and you frequently picture her whenever you feel like a quick wank. She’d probably die if she knew how many tissues you’ve impregnated while thinking about her gloriously big, rounded ass.But this time a wank isn’t going to be enough. You pick up your smartphone and Google for an escort. Why the hell not — you’re a long way from home and no-one will ever know.The Internet is a wonderful thing. Just over an hour later there’s a knock at the door. Amazingly you’ve managed to keep your hand off it while you were waiting.Okay, this next part is going to seem highly improbable…You open the door and are shocked and amazed to find Lucy herself standing in the hallway. She’s wearing a short, figure-hugging red dress that barely contains her tits. The dress is so short it reveals most of her stocking-tops. Not her usual style at all.“Lucy? Wh
Beth was a 25 year old French Canadian figuring skating coach at the rink I worked at when I was 21. She came from money, and spent her entire youth chasing an Olympic dream she never realized, but it produced an amazing athletic body. I watched her for a few weeks, wondering what her story was, when my friend Jim said he knew she liked me. That’s because he was hooking up with Meg, a 28 year old, married skating coach, and she told him. The 4 of us went to lunch one day and there big time sparks, despite one minor detail, Beth was engaged to a rich guy from her hometown in Canada. Their families were the type that made sure blue bloods married each other. Her fiance worked about 30 minutes away, and I eventually found out that she lived the excitement of possibly getting caught by him.A few nights later Beth came with me to a bar after my hockey game, then back to my tiny 1 bedroom apartment. She asked if I would be willing to just do oral, at least for a while, and maybe sex down
Andrea tore open the sachet and emptied the white powder into her glass. Immediately she caught a whiff of something unpleasant and she recoiled involuntarily.“Are you sure I can’t offer you anything?” asked her friend Stephanie, munching on a chocolate doughnut.Andrea shook her head. It was typical of Stephanie to try to tempt her with sugary treats just when she was about to start another diet. And it was typical of Andrea to firmly resist.“You know you’re not actually fat, right?” continued Stephanie cheerily. “So what if your butt looks a little big in that dress? You normally look fine. Just don’t wear stuff that’s so clingy…”“Great. Thanks for that,” replied Andrea sarcastically, giving her friend a mildly annoyed look.“Sorry,” said Stephanie, trying to look contrite while sucking icing off her thumb. “You know, I think it’s really cool how you have so much willpower. I couldn’t do it. So what’s that stuff again?”“It’s a new meal-replacement shake. You can’t get it here ye