Bike Ride- The beginnings of a story This article is actually a response I wrote to someone about my story ;Bike Ride;. In the end I thought other people might enjoy reading about what really happened. Bike Ride is a story that is loosely based on a real event. The story I wrote started one night when I was drinking in real life. I was feeling a little horny and daring from the alcohol and decided to put myself on a little adventure.

Jessica kicked the autumn leaves away from her black Doc Martins and peered up the road. Still no sign of the bus. Pulling out her MP, she nestled back against the bench and shrugged her jacket up to hide her rosy cheeks. Her favourite band blasted through her ear phones as she adjusted her silver lip ring. A few moments later, just audible above the music, she heard the bus rumbling along the street. She stepped up into the warm cabin and pushed some coins into the ticket

She must get ready. In the bathroom she strips and looks at her nude body in the full length mirror. The woman in the mirror is gorgeous. Her green eyes look back at the nude woman in the bathroom. She is proud, the woman in the mirror. She is strong, has no regrets. She runs the hot water and fills a bag with it. She hangs the bag from the shower curtain bar and picks up the nozzle,

Its a beautiful Summer day, the sun is warm, the sky is blue with light fluffy clouds and we are in a long climbing gorge. There are many waterfalls dotting the canyon. The largest waterfall has a walkway behind it that allows people to see out through the falls as the spray falls all around. Below is a very deep pool of water carved out from thousands of years of the falls beating down on the rock base. We stop there to watch Natures beauty and enjoy each others company. You are in shorts and comfortable short sleeve shirt.

I decided to bend over a bit to look at the skirt at the front. This meant that it rode up my backside giving them a good view of my ass. Next I turned to face them then looked back over my shoulder, into the mirror to see that back of the dress. That showed them my pussy and proved that I wasnt wearing a thong. The shop assistant came over and asked what I thought. Grabbing the front of the top part, I pulled it out and down off my tits. "Its not very good," I said, "its been made for someone whos got a lot more up top that I have.

We had seen each other on the . train many times before and although we had never spoken I was certain that I had seen a glint of desire flash across your eyes on more than one occasion! This however was not the . but the . and the carriage was empty apart from you and another man at the far end who was dozing drunkenly. I had been on a work night out and was a little tipsy myself, and feeling more than a little horny. A mischievous thought entered my mind... I sat two rows from you but opposite where you would be able to see me.

"Ok," Kerry said, "So if any of the horses on my list win, you have to give me head." Derrick grinned, "And if any of the horses on my list win, I want to watch you masturbate." Kerrys eyes got wide, "Oooo... actually I like that one better! I want to watch you masturbate too if I win." "Really?!" Derrick was surprised. She laughed at him, "Hey, not all us girls are rampant sex-starved fiends... Ive always wondered what it looks like when a guy masturbates. Id rather get that one first, its a good one.

Yes it is true that after years of marriage you have to start getting a bit creative in bed to keep things "fresh". You see my wife, Jenny, is a great lover, but recently she has started wanting it less and less. She says that the kids ware her down during the day and she just doesnt have the energy. I can understand that, but at the same time there are days when I just must take care of myself or I feel like I could explode.

At : AM Francine was delivered to the offices of the Executioner. Francine was terrified. It was his job to execute the punishment ordered by the court and, like all others in the town, she felt uncomfortable in his presence even in normal situations. This was not a normal situation. Francine was dressed in the same clothes she wore the day before at her court appearance. They appeared more wrinkled and unkempt, but that didnt matter. She wouldnt have them on much longer.

Jackie came home from being royally fucked by Gregs father, tired and much earlier than shed thought. Fortunately she knew that her father was going to be home late - although he thought she was at Glorias for the afternoon and evening anyway. When he got home shed just tell him that she wasnt feeling so well and so came home to sleep. But as she stumbled up the stairs to her room, she heard some strange noises coming from down the hall... from her fathers room. Frowning, she tiptoed closer, her eyes widening as she heard a females pleasured moans.