Firsts
I was seventeen. She was twenty-two. We worked together. Her boyfriend was my dad’s boss’s son. (You may read that[…]
Read moreIs there a difference?
Right around 1:10, it starts to really pick up. She’s a little bit of a bratty sub – picking and[…]
Read more“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders,[…]
Read moreWe stood in the back of the crowded bar. We mused at how this kind of bar – a sort[…]
Read moreAnd this time, she even says “Hey, N.” at the end…. Click here to listen. (A player should pop up.)[…]
Read moreWillow, blonde, wears lycra leggings, a tight top. Her friend, Elyse, a fiery redhead, is dressed similarly – brown cotton[…]
Read moreI asked her to cum for me, and she did. I asked her to allow me to share it with[…]
Read moreThe power she holds over me is inexplicable. Her eyes are steel blue. Her hair, blonde. She’s a shameless flirt. […]
Read moreShe meets me at the hotel bar. I ask her to wear a short cotton skirt and thigh-highs, heels, and[…]
Read moreWe were discussing my recent post on working out, and she had some ideas. “Why don’t we,” she said, her[…]
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