I think they left the blinds open, so they could keep a lookout. I did that, sometimes when I had the house to myself. So, I could look up dirty stuff on the computer, and [x] out the Incognito window, when somebody came up.
Of course, I had my phone, too. It’s just such a tiny little screen that if you zoom in enough on any detail, you can’t see anything else. I got it out, and didn’t even try the door to find it locked. Continue reading
My husband called from work, he had to shout over the music, it sounded like a party, but he said that he was going out with the guys, for a drink.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” maybe I said it a little too quietly, because then, it was a few hours before he got home. I took a bath, and shaved everything. Well, almost everything, I washed my hair, and stood up, while I let the water out. Continue reading
I was embarrassed, so I didn’t say anything to my boss, but I moved out. Got a room-mate, shared a furnished apartment, and then his girlfriend.
She was a real piece of work, bossy and high maintenance, but hot. I guess that’s why he was so pussy whipped, but I should have seen it coming.
A long story short, she had him kick me out, so she could move in. Ask me what she wanted the other bedroom for, but he didn’t tell me. Continue reading
I guess I thought she was lucky. Aubrey, the lady that moved into the house behind us, with her husband. She got a hot-tub, and then when it got cold, he put up windows around the porch, so they could use it year round.
Well, they sure liked to go out there, and even had friends over, for wild parties, and a lot of action, in and out of that hot tub. I had the best view, out my window, but then I caught my brother in my room. Continue reading
The first married woman I fucked was Mrs. Gena Grander of Salt lake city Utah. I was taking a bus when I saw her sitting alone. I sat across from her and slowly struck up a conversation. I had no intention of trying to fuck her. I just wanted someone to talk to on the long ride. We soon began to talk more in depth about our situations and eventually she invited me to sit beside her so we didn’t have to talk so loud that everyone could hear. Continue reading
They went in the office, but Brooke stopped by the kitchen to nuke a couple hot-dogs in a zip-loc. I didn’t think anything of it, but I knew that trick, from my wife. It keeps the casings from drying out, and cracking, especially on the ends, but I had no idea what they’re planning on using them for, until I heard Claire type in.
“S, E, X. Sex.” Then, my daughter brought in the zip-loc and popped it open. Continue reading
Kim was a policeman at Hanford and a friend of mine, Dick had worked with him before he went to work in the oilfields and moved to Coalinga. Dick was going to see him and I usually would not go so I could fuck his wife Margaret while he was out of town but I had been down the alley yesterday afternoon and gotten a blowjob as she was on her period and kinda of bitchy. I had a pistol that Dick said Kim might want so I took it with me. Continue reading
“Huh?” I turned on my phone, to text Mom, and ask her what was taking so long, but she already texted me.
[I’m sorry, but somethings come up. I have an emergency meeting, so do you have money for the bus? It’s nothing to worry about…]
She went on, but I checked the time. She sent it over an hour ago, but now it’s almost 4:00, and I’m going to be late.
Even if I did notice her message, it wouldn’t have been early enough to save 75 cents for the bus at lunch, but I think I can make it, if I hurry, and she’ll pick me up. Continue reading
Hello everyone. I have been reading, many stories in in this site. In these days of lock down this site has become a kind of life saver. I have been learning many techniques of seducing and fucking, which I hope to to try out once this lockdown is over. Today I would like to to share with you recent experience which I had add just a couple of days before the lockdown was implemented.
I live in a small building comprising of 9 flats. Continue reading
I had just picked out a locker, and hung up my bookbag, to get dressed. Then, I heard “Dude, what’s with the purse?”
I had to pull it out to get my shorts, and tank top out. “It’s not a purse. It’s uh. Ditty bag.” It just sounds so silly, when you say it out loud. “That’s what they call it in the Army, or at least my granpa called it that.”
“Well, it looks like a purse.” More guys gathered around to point and laugh. Continue reading