One Night Thing As we all left work for the evening we always walked to the garage together to play it safe. My name is Sharon and living alone in todays world as a thirty seven year old working mom is tough but it has its moments and I guess this story is one of them. I climb into my old dodge and had a bit of trouble starting it. Gary one of the people that I work with came over and asked if all was well but I just looked at him and said that I had no way home that my piece of junk finally died.

Lynn was visibly thrown by my response but quickly gathered herself and said, "Well yes, I guess so." I smiled and pulled her to me and I could see her preparing to be kissed. I could tell she wasnt going to resist the kiss but I decided to do something a little different and hopefully something that would weaken her. I kissed her on her neck. First a few light kisses and then some more firm kisses that were followed by my licking her on her neck.

" I breathed as my hands began to gently roam over her breasts. "You are amazing!" Jenn just grinned brightly, then dipped her head to kiss me good and hard on the mouth. Even while all of this was happening, I could not believe that it was real. How did I get so lucky?! As we continued to kiss, hungry for each other, I teased her by slowly rolling her erect nipples between my thumb and forefingers. Jenn let out a soft gasp and arched her back, encouraging me to continue my handiwork.

Your jacket quickly falls to the floor, your tie comes off but just as you start to sit down on the end of the bed I twist around and swop places so its me who is sat there with you standing in front of me. I grab your belt and before I know it youve got your shoes and socks off and your shirt quickly follows as I get your pants unzipped. I feel a shiver of excitement as I look at your straining cock and your now naked body before me. I run a finger and thumb gently down the length of your fully upright cock and look intently for the first time at your throbbing phallus thats been the object of my desire all evening.

A former Hitler "Jugend" member, he was now a zealous party man and an ambitious "Leutnant" in Hermann Goerings Luftwaffe. He was proud to have been decorated personally by the Field Marshall after the Polish campaign. He loved his life as a warrior. He loved to fly, and, most of all, he loved his JU Stuka fighter bomber and the things he could do with it. The Stuka was a relatively slow aircraft when compared to the whippet-fast fighters like

Beth looks over at Reggie lying next to her on the bed and slowly slides her naked body over him leaving her lovely breast pressed against his upper chest as she unhooks the phone from the wall. She smiles as she crawls out of bed and slowly gets to her feet looking back at Reggie who looks on with a look of shy lust in his eyes as she walks into the kitchen and pulls out the pizza with a nearby oven mitt. She turns to him wearing only a single oven mitt shakes a little bit giving him a little show as she bends down to pull out a pizza cutter

The girls nodded simultaneously. "Hmmm... I might be able to help you... that is, if you really want a job." He continued pacing, one hand thrust into his polyester suit pants, the other still working on his mustache, while his brown eyes clicked off the dollar signs. The surreptitious landlord glanced over at the rentees to see them sitting up straight, ready to take orders. "Naw. You girls went to college huh? What were your majors?" His eyes sparkled as they probed every inch of feminine flesh... two hundred a nights worth. "I majored in art with a double major in French, and Sandy majored in modern dance and speaks Spanish...

"Not that its any of your business, but yes," I replied. "Ive taken over where her daddy left off. He made her want as much sex as she desires and she desires a lot. There, are you satisfied?" "Youre one lucky bastard," Todd said. "Ive been trying to get into Cheryls pants for almost a year and all I get from her is a hand job." Cheryl was a high school class mate of Todds and a cute little cheer leader.

To My Master... Letter from a Slut Wife Forgive me, but I have secret lusts that I so wish to fulfill. I lie awake at night dreaming of tasting the flesh of others, fingering myself for relief. I need to confess what a dirty little whore I really am. There are some nights I find myself picturing being tied to the bed, open and exposed. I can see the men, lined up, some dressed, some naked, and some in between, but they all have their

Ive always been a church going girl; a "real" Christian. But I, like many young adults have raging hormones that I let get the best of me. It all started sophomore year in college. It seemed that the cheerleading team had made it a goal to "break the girl." They wanted to change me from the "good, virginal girl" to "one of them." They told me I should read "Mr. Maybe," which I did.