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Jessica In Jail

It was all a stupid misunderstanding – more on the cop’s part than mine – but he still hauled my ass to the local jailhouse in some Hicksville town in the back-of-beyond. I was furious, ready to sue every mother-fuckin’ son-of-a-whore between here and hell and back. But…things turned out better than expected… much better than expected.

He was little more than a kid, the cop, and seemed almost embarrassed to have me in his custody as he led me to the cells. He blushed as he explained that due to the sheriff trying to prevent a couple of local gangs getting involved in a huge fight at a out-of-town bar, he’d hauled in about fifteen known members of one gang and incarcerated them in the jail for their own good. The jail, though, had another cell, he explained and I’d be in one on my own. I sarcastically thanked him for his consideration as the steel bars slammed behind me. Fuck, it was gonna be a long night. I turned my back on the bunch of Neanderthals who began wolf-whistling and cat-calling as soon as they saw me, and lay down on the uncomfortable bunk. Read more »

Selena Gomez’s Quick Hook-up

Selena Gomez stepped out of the limo in front of the five star hotel she was staying at. She had just been at the premier of her new film and was now returning to the hotel for a shower and rest. She made her way through the lobby and to an elevator that took her up to the floor with her room on it. She took the card key from her purse and used it to open the door to her suite.

Once inside the superstar locked the door tightly using all the protection she could get. She was famous after all and you could never be too safe when it came to staying at a place like this. Selena went over in front of the bed and slipped out of her dress and panties, getting completely naked, she was the only one in the room, so she had no fear. She headed to the bathroom and put on the shower.

Selena got under the hot water and closed her eyes as she started to wash her body with the soap that was provided by the hotel. It felt so good having all this water fall down her sexy body, the water was warm, just how she liked it. She started to wash her hair and thought about the film she just saw in which she played the main role. Read more »

Maria – The Girl Next Door

The last photograph was the same pose but the girl was on her stomach. Maria rolled over and rested her head on Simon’s lap. “Oh!” Her head popped up. “OH WOW! You’ve… got a HARD ON!” Maria exclaimed. Then she giggled. “Oh, did I do that to you?”

“What do you think? Of course you did, as I said, I’m not gay!” replied Simon.

Maria laughed; and then she gazed with a look of curiosity at the prominent bulge in Simon’s jeans. She picked up the black folder. “Is… it like that?” she asked. There was a nervous tone in her voice now.

On the page was a picture of a naked man sitting on a stool with a very large endowment standing upright against his belly, the head of his cock obscured his navel. Simon went a little pale. “Well, similar, I guess”, he said.

“You wish!” commented John.

The following image was of the same man with one of the girls on the wall pictures. They were in a very arty looking nude pose, the man lay on his back on the floor with the girl behind him on her side with her head propped on her left elbow. Her right hand rested on the man’s thigh. Read more »

Jessica In Jail

It was all a stupid misunderstanding – more on the cop’s part than mine – but he still hauled my ass to the local jailhouse in some Hicksville town in the back-of-beyond. I was furious, ready to sue every mother-fuckin’ son-of-a-whore between here and hell and back. But…things turned out better than expected… much better than expected.

He was little more than a kid, the cop, and seemed almost embarrassed to have me in his custody as he led me to the cells. He blushed as he explained that due to the sheriff trying to prevent a couple of local gangs getting involved in a huge fight at a out-of-town bar, he’d hauled in about fifteen known members of one gang and incarcerated them in the jail for their own good. The jail, though, had another cell, he explained and I’d be in one on my own. I sarcastically thanked him for his consideration as the steel bars slammed behind me. Fuck, it was gonna be a long night. I turned my back on the bunch of Neanderthals who began wolf-whistling and cat-calling as soon as they saw me, and lay down on the uncomfortable bunk. Read more »

On My dear Son’s Lap A Mother Son Sex Story

It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn’t fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things.

I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV.

“Where are you going to put the TV?” I heard his father ask.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat.”

I looked in the back seat. “I don’t think so, son.” Mike looked in the car. “We can put it in the middle of the front seat.”

“Ok, college man,” I said. “Then where is your mom going to sit?” Read more »

Me and My Mom

**It Begins**

“Beverly, Beverly, what has happened to you?”

I was walking past the downstairs bathroom when I heard those words. The door was open a few inches, and I could see my mother’s reflection in the mirror when I looked inside. I wasn’t trying to peep, but it happened that way.

Mom was wearing a tight sports bra and nylon shorts—workout clothes—that she spent more time wearing than working out in. The bra supported her large breasts without hiding her cleavage, and it left her abdomen bare down to her waistline. Mom wasn’t heavy, but for the last few years she was picking up a pound here, and a pound there and they weren’t going away.

The extra weight was evident in some of the clothes she wore, like her shorts. I noticed they fit tighter than they had a year ago, and I saw the way the fabric dug into the cleft between her thighs. I wouldn’t have been aware of this if Dad hadn’t pointed it out one night as a joke, but now my mother’s thick, meaty camel toe was something to look forward to during her “workout” time. Read more »

My biggest fantasy is to be raped. I’m ashamed to say that because it’s not something a woman should admit.

My reluctance to say it out loud stems from a conversation I had once with a friend’s boyfriend in a pub. We were chatting about fantasises (you know the type, sex in public, Britney Spears in *that* school uniform) when he suddenly announced that it was every woman’s fantasy to be raped.

I thought it was the most misogynistic thing I’d ever heard because at that time, I saw rape as a woman being forced at knifepoint to have sex with a stranger in a dark alleyway somewhere. So why would any woman in her right mind want to endure that humiliation? No woman *wants* to be hurt and degraded like that.

But his words stayed with me and I was determined to prove him wrong in every relationship I had after that.

Every man I have been with knows that I’m no victim. I’m in control of all aspects of my life and I certainly don’t let anyone dictate to me what I should do: everything is done *my* way, especially sex. Read more »

A Fuck In The Park

This all took place last summer in London, when I was going out with a sweet guy called Pete. He was really nice, and although we eventuality went our separate ways, there were no hard feelings and I still see him occasionally. But that’s not really important to what I’m going to tell you about. Unlike most of my other stories, this is all true – for once, I’ve resisted the temptation to let my dirty mind go off on any flights of fantasy.

Anyway, it was Pete’s birthday, and I offered to treat him to lunch in Richmond, followed by a stroll in the park. For those of you who don’t know it, Richmond is one of the poshest and most expensive areas of London, right out on the western side, by the River Thames. As well as some really nice shops and restaurants (of the sort students like me can’t really afford to visit), it has a beautiful deer park which also has the great advantage of being free. Read more »

Why Moms are the best

“Beverly, Beverly, what has happened to you?”

I was walking past the downstairs bathroom when I heard those words. The door was open a few inches, and I could see my mother’s reflection in the mirror when I looked inside. I wasn’t trying to peep, but it happened that way.

Mom was wearing a tight sports bra and nylon shorts—workout clothes—that she spent more time wearing than working out in. The bra supported her large breasts without hiding her cleavage, and it left her abdomen bare down to her waistline. Mom wasn’t heavy, but for the last few years she was picking up a pound here, and a pound there and they weren’t going away.

The extra weight was evident in some of the clothes she wore, like her shorts. I noticed they fit tighter than they had a year ago, and I saw the way the fabric dug into the cleft between her thighs. I wouldn’t have been aware of this if Dad hadn’t pointed it out one night as a joke, but now my mother’s thick, meaty camel toe was something to look forward to during her “workout” time. Read more »