Back Country Trails
Why is it every time I go for a ride I end up swearing I'll never do it again? My leg muscles feel as if they are about to explode; sweat is dripping into my eyes, running in small rivers…
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Why is it every time I go for a ride I end up swearing I'll never do it again? My leg muscles feel as if they are about to explode; sweat is dripping into my eyes, running in small rivers…
The warm July day was a welcome change from an unexpected week of grey and rain. Even better than the warm sun, was having the day off after working for nearly 30 days straight out of town. She, on the…
"ONE HOUR" (SATURDAY)The yellow sun remained hidden by an ocean of dark clouds. Heavy, cold drops of water were plummeting. Avery was roused by the increasingly voluminous sound of the rain bouncing against the bedroom window. Rubbing the rheum from…
Alex and his secretary had been having an affair for several months, and they had recently decided to leave their partners and start living together. As they sat in his office, they were both feeling a mix of excitement and…
He was sitting there as he watched her luscious lips wrap around the base of his cock, the subliminal sex messages of the music resonating in his head while he wrapped his fingers in the soft strands, pulling and stroking.…
Friday night. That meant date night for Jackson and Reese, and Reese was excited. They had plans to go see a new movie coming out, which they hadn't done in ages. "Are you about ready honey?" Jackson asked, coming out…
"You came a lot.""As much as the guys at work?""Ha. Mark more than Carlos. I think Carlos lives with someone. He probably gets it every night.""What about Mark?""We're friends. He sees people. I see people. We have fun.""Did they both…
There are few things that I love more than women's sports. Not for the competition, mind you. Not for the freedom it embodies, either. Not for the excitement or the love of the game. No, I like it solely for…
(NOTE: this is a story based loosely on the Futanari archetype, without, hopefully, the grotesqueness and general story lines usually associated with this type.) I recently went to Japan, and being an American of mixed ancestry (half Romanian, half Japanese)…
"Ow!" I mumbled aloud. My lips stung like I was biting into a cactus plant!I had been craving this very moment for nearly one-hundred hours. One-hundred hours! Four days without tasting my beautiful wife's succulent vagina. Four full, long days…