Tim was astounded by he had seen on the video made by Jo. As we sat there watching it we were both getting extremely hot watching Jo get shafted by this kid with the cock the size of a forearm and it wasn’t long before I noticed Tim’s hand had moved to his crotch as he slowly rubbed himself transfixed by what he was seeing.

Likewise I had slipped my right hand into my panties and was rubbing my clit as the action on the screen heated up. Without a word being said between us I reached over and unzipped Tim’s Levis and removed his huge cock. His balls would have to remain inside his pants for the moment as there was no way they would fit through such a small opening. I started to slowly lick his shaft starting at the base and running my tongue up its full length before kissing its might head. Tim just laid back running his strong hands through my hair still mesmerized by the action on the screen. (more…)

“About the Author:

Annabelle here. If you have read other entries from my diary, you know that Annabelle’s Diary is about my travels and adventures. While my husband Jay and I write erotic fiction together as AnnabelleandJay, my diary entries are accounts of my exploits. If you’ve seen any of my photos on one of the many amateur websites where I appear, you likely know a great deal more about me.”

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We had just arrived at the beach resort for the first day of our vacation. After checking in to the resort, Jay and I decided to go directly to the beach for a sunset stroll. After 20 wonderful years of marriage, little things like beach walks still thrill me. We started off down the beach and soon came upon a beach wedding in progress. A young couple stood on the beach, fighting the ocean breeze as a small crowd gathered around the ceremony. Jay and I decided to walk down for a closer look. (more…)

Fantasies. We all have them one time or another. I know I did. But I learned sometimes it’s best to keep fantasies in your imagination rather than actually making them come true. After you read this, you’ll understand why.

My name is Eva, and I’m 26 years old. My story goes back to last year. I was living with Chris, my long time boyfriend of three years. He and I were in love. We had so much in common and I felt he was going to be “the one” that I would end up with for the rest of my life.

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Amy stormed into her dorm room and threw her books on her desk.

“Damnit, I’m freaking failing this class!”

Her roommate Carey looked up at her, wide eyed, from her computer.

“What class is it?” she asked, eyeing her rather angry friend.

“Stupid Computer Science! I fucking hate it, but I need the stupid credit!” Amy snarled, her voice sharp. “The professor sits up there, all high and mighty, and thinks that we can ‘magically’ understand all of his geek speak. I mean, come on, we’re not all geniuses.” (more…)

“Disclaimer: This is a work of my own imagination.

Author’s Note: Title basically sums it up, I guess. There are 12 chapters total, posted in 3 sets of four. Hope you enjoy.”

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Chapter 9:

“We should get to work,” Jas said as he broke their kiss several minutes later.

“What are we gonna do?” Lana asked.

Jas took a deep breath and answered, “With Doug, we’re never going to listen to him again. With us, I’d like to think we’re on our way back to where we were on the beach.”

Lana smiled softly and said, “I hope so, too. But how do we keep Doug from trying this again?” (more…)

“Disclaimer: This is a work of my own imagination.

Author’s Note: Title basically sums it up, I guess. There are 12 chapters total, posted in 3 sets of four. Hope you enjoy.”

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Chapter 1:

“No!” twenty-two year old slim, petite and quite attractive Lana Stewart cried as she heard a loud crash come from under her car before it began to buck suddenly on her way home from work.

She managed to keep control of her car as she pulled over and got it to stop without hurting herself or anyone else. (more…)

She was nervous, excited. They were meeting today–THE RENDEZVOUS. They had been talking about it for days. He had made arrangements for a room, but she didn’t know really all that he had in mind. She was on edge–in a good way–anticipating. The sexual tension in her was about to burst.

They were meeting for lunch at a very nice seafood restaurant. He told her what car he would be driving. She told him what she would be wearing–black skirt with a split almost to her hip and black heels, black tank top and dress jacket. She wanted him to want her. (more…)

I sat at the front of the class, slowly marking some work as the class slowly filed out, it had been a cheerful evening, many of my class were coming along well, I was running an evening class at the local college and seemed to have got a great deal of interested people. I smiled as I remembered the other night; I had gone out with friends for a bachelor party and had ended up pulling one of the fantastic strippers at the place we went. She had been so hot, a fantastic passionate night and then she had to run off early the next morning after promising to call. (more…)

We decide to go out for a quiet afternoon together so I have picked a very secluded part of the woods in the next county from Julie”s home. In the depths of the forest, there is a glade with a large sun-dappled pool surrounded by grassy banks. It is there, I hope, that Julie and I can have some truly private time for ourselves. As much as we both love the baby, it is time for us today.

I had encouraged Julie to wear only the lightest of sundresses since the day is very hot and even wearing shorts would be unbearable. Allowing the slight breeze to blow up her flimsy light skirt – she wears no panties - will be much more comfortable. I decided on nothing more than light slacks with open sandals and a loose short-sleeved shirt for myself. I packed a bottle of champagne and glasses along with some fruit and some pâté with some crackers. (more…)

There were four of us at dinner. Leo and Trudy, a long-time married couple in their fifties, were our host and hostess. I was with Angela, my third wife, who was twenty years younger than anyone else at the table. At the end of the meal, when Trudy had told the staff they could leave and the port decanter was circulating, Trudy asked a question that led to a long silence. Before I come to that question, the situation that prompted it and the events that followed, some explanation is necessary.

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