Thank you all for the positive comments! Chapter 2 was a lot of fun to write. And yes…Thanksgiving is celebrated in Canada in October J Enjoy! ***** The wind was whistling through the massive blue spruce trees outside my bedroom window. I could hear the rain cascading down the roof and into the gutters as it was pouring from the sky. The faint rumbling of thunder could be heard in the distance. The occasional lightning bolt illuminated my room. It was early October and the scene unfolding before my eyes outside made it seem like it was October 31. I was sitting up in my bed, propped against the headboard…

Isla was frustrated, that much she could tell you for sure. She had spent the last two weeks visiting family and didn’t feel comfortable getting herself off in her family home—so she was two weeks sex free, and she was ready to get laid. Her newest fuck buddy was supposed to meet up with her, but had cancelled, so Isla was bound and determined to find someone to suit up and fill the role. In her shared apartment it was just her, and her brother. Dean was twenty, a year older than Isla and had sexual partners around frequently—one of which was currently in his bed judging by the noises…

Seksi Benimle Yaşa !!! [alıntı]27 yasinda 5 senelik evliyim. esimde bende burda dogduk..biraz avrupai yetistigimizden dolayi olaylara bakis acimiz turkiyedeki gibi degil.Evliligimizde birbirimizi cok seven iki cift olmamiza ragmen birbirimizi sikan bir cift degiliz.. Neyse gunlerden birgun benim en yakin arkadasimla sohbet ediyorduk.(gercek ismini kullanmayacam ama Ayse diyelim). Ayse 26 yasinda nisanli bir kiz..ilkokuldan beri beraber ayni siniiflarda okuduk lise yillarinda ayrilmamiza ragmen arkadasligimiz hep devam etti. oyle arkadas oyle dostuzki o ben ben o olduk..Ayseyi o gun sikintili gordum ve sordum :Ayse neyin var neden bu kadr sikintilisin dedigimde ictigimiz su bile ayri gitmeyen Ayse, sana bisey anlatmam lazim ama nasil anlatacagimi bilmiyorum dedi. Tabi bunu duyunca daha meraklandim…

Jayla was at home, alone as usual. She was getting used to the fact that Manda was never coming back. Ever since she told Manda that she wasn’t completely gay, things hadn’t been the same. And then one day she left without so much as a note. Jayla felt betrayed. Even with her fiery red hair, bright blue eyes, and luscious ass, she felt like the ugliest person in the world. She was so hurt that she locked herself up in her room for days, not even trying to let the world in. Two weeks after Manda left, Jayla got a phone call from her friend Arlo. Jayla and Arlo…

He smiled at me as I was walking across the parking lot in the rest area. He had just pulled up and parked in his car as I was exiting the building. Our paths crossed and we smiled at each other again. I continued on to my truck, he went into the building. I couldn’t help but notice his blonde hair and blue eyes. Of course he had a nice smile too. I decided to do a walk around my truck, wanted to kill a few minutes so I could see him again before I had to get moving on down the road. As my luck would have it, I…

Rain pouring outside chases us into the doorway of a motel right by the road. The lights inside are dimly lit, but warm nonetheless. I look over to you kicking off your shoes revealing soft white cotton socks underneath & plop tiredly onto the edge of the bed as I shut the door behind us. I remove my shirt & walk over to the ac & turn it on. You complain that you’re chilled to the bone, but I assure you that you wouldn’t be for long. With the lights around the room already dim, I walk over to you at the edge of the bed. You motion to remove…

I’m a big guy, six foot three inches, 220 pounds, blond hair and a ruddy complexion. My Dad was a lumberjack, spent his entire life, up to now, in the lumber harvesting business. Norwegian background. I worked lumbering starting in junior high school, through summer breaks in college. Lots of hard work. I was raised in a very small community. less than a thousand people. I was also raised in a fairly fundamental protestant religion, attending the only church in town. This story is really about my adapting my basic religious beliefs to the real world. In my early years, I knew as a fact that people had sex only…

“Geez, you have such a sweet taste, Cath? I want to spend all day eating your pussy.” “I think we can arrange that. Let me spread my legs so that you have more room. Oh gawd, that feels so good Rob.” We lay on top of her bed and I have a close-up view of Catherine’s smooth pussy. She looks delicious. Her puffy outer lips flare out as I lick her with broad strokes. Catherine spreads her legs more and I drill my tongue deep within her pink pussy. I wrap my hands around her ass cheeks and press my lips against her cunt and suck on her rose petals.…

Kyle had assumed the owner of this beautiful Victorian house had to have been rich, for who in the damn world could ever come to own such an expensive landscape and a house like that without having to have had some loot? “I’d be damned if he came out to be poor!” he thought to himself, assuming it was a guy, having had a long time to study up on how he was going to commandeer anything of value within the house hold. He knew his strategy. He knew it very, very well in fact. He just had to be patient. He crouched down low underneath the power box on…

As I slip the top button of your shirt from the buttonhole, I place feather light kisses along your ear. The tip of my tongue traces the outline of your ear. I gently nip at your earlobe, my tongue darting out to explore, tease. I nuzzle at your neck as I slip the next button loose, my fingers slide inside your shirt, tug so slightly on your chest hair, soothe the warm skin under your shirt. I trail my tongue down the side of your neck to your collarbone, placing little kisses there, following that line to the hollow of your throat. I kiss you there, my tongue tasting the…