My wife, Teresa and I are a middle to upper class white suburbian couple. We lived in a high class part of town and cohabitated in a luxury apartment. However we found ourselves in a very unfortunate situation. We both were unemployed and because we were early in our marriage and both coming out of financially devastating divorces, our nest egg had not grown large enough to sustain our continued life style for longer than a year. After about 6 months our apartment lease came to an end and we had to make a decision. We both had several interviews by this point, but unfortunately no offers.
It was a quiet day at the Burrow. Ron and Hermione were upstairs making preparations for their departure, Molly was in the kitchen making up dinner, and Harry, feeling alone, ventured out to find Ginny. He had wanted to talk to her about last year, about how he had ended their relationship briefly and coldly. He was scared that she would still be mad at him, because he knew that when she was angry, she usually started to hex people. He most vividly remembered her encounter with Malfoy on the train where she had used a shrinking charm on a very private area.
Let's start with the basics. My name is Lexi and I'm 26 years old. I have medium brown hair with its own natural wave, my eyes are bright green with eyelashes so long and thick I never need makeup, and I'm 5'8" tall. I'm may not be the skinniest, prettiest girl in the whole world, but I get by and I like the way I look. My breasts are a 36 D, and my ass is a perfect heart shape. Guys seem to like my looks pretty well too. But most of the time, they just stare at my tits. I've been working in the hospital as a nurse for five years now. It's what I've wanted my whole life. I love my job, but it can get tough; especially when I have young male patients. See, I have a problem.
About a year ago my girlfriend Marci and I broke up. It was too bad, really, she was a cutie and great in bed, but we both had too many other things going on in our lives, and, so... we parted ways. Marci was 33, divorced and was a good mom to her 2 young kids. I had gotten to know Marci's mom pretty well over the year or so that we dated. I liked her mom, Char, and appreciated that Char tried to intervene and keep Marci and I from making our break-up final. I got an occasional call from Char over a period of several months.
his is my true experience about sexual discovery. When I was about 18, I was just getting into looking at some Playboys that some friends of mine had gotten from their older brothers. I was starting to masturbate very regularly. It was at this time that I discovered that the 12 year old girl across the street shared my interest in sex. Here are some incidents that happened between us. The first time. I grew up in the time before a thousand TV channels and recorded movies. Back then we spent a lot more time running around outside and playing sports and games. We very seldom spent any time inside when there was daylight.
I rolled over and slammed my hand down onto the alarm, ending the annoying ringing that had woke me up. It was the first day of summer, and I had forgotten to turn my alarm off so now I was awake way earlier than I had wanted. I decided to get up instead of trying to regain sleep. I went down to the kitchen and fixed myself a decent breakfast of cereal. After I proceeded to the shower and preparing for the rest of the day. I finally looked at the clock again and saw that it was 8:30. I suppose I should take time to say who I am. My name is Nick Hunter, I am 16 years old, and live in California. I'm about 6'1", 155 pounds, short dark blonde hair.
During my 10 years in the decorating business I had often flirted with and been flirted by clients but nothing had ever really come of any of it. We all dream of the lonely housewife but in reality it doesn't happen. I was asked to do a job at one ladies house that would change all that, even though no actual flirting happened. I arrived at the job, having been recommended by a friend of the client. I hadn't priced anything and so it was a "As the job runs" structure. The lady in question was Mrs. Lyn Holmes. Now Lyn was, by my estimation, about five months pregnant, no husband in sight. Apparently he had done a runner as soon as she had conceived.
Tom was sitting on his porch, drinking a beer, when he saw the strange lights in the sky. They seemed to be in a circle and they blinked blue, yellow and red. They didn't look like any plane he'd ever seen before. He headed off into his cornfield to get a better look. Walking between the long, straight rows of prime Iowa corn he kept one eye on the sky. It was still there and, if anything, the circle seemed to be getting bigger. Whatever it was seemed to be coming closer to the ground. A white light began glowing in the center. Darned, if it didn't look some kind of flying saucer, Tom thought. He saw a thick beam of white light and then his world went black.
If you don't like the genre or the themes, then you don't need to read this. All my stories are fictional and mostly just fantasies. Some of these fantasies may some day become true stories but others, especially where young ones are mentioned will never happen unless the law permits it. Marcos owns a 2 year old dog named Dragon that his parents got him for his birthday when he turned 28. Dragon was a 3 week old puppy when he got him. Marcos trained Dragon well and took him everywhere with him. Mostly he liked taking him down to the lake and swimming with him and just playing around. One habit Marcos never controlled of Dragon's was him humping people's leg.
The rain beat against the windows as Sara stretched luxuriously in bed. It was cold and wet outside, but inside, it was warm and dark, the bed was nice and soft, and Sara was in a horny mood. Her long curly red hair cascaded over the down pillows. She wriggled herself down into the feather bed, feeling the sheets sliding over her 38-DD breasts and enjoying the feeling of her nipples inadvertently hardening. This was almost a perfect evening at home, she thought. Only one thing missing... She began to think about that one thing missing, and as she did she let her hands roam over her body.