Jody Lee is Japanese-American. She is 100% Japanese by blood but is an American. She is 18 years old. She is 5' 9" tall and 120 pounds. She has silky, long, straight, full and black hair to the middle of her back and has brown eyes. She has long legs and arms and small hands and feet. Her stats are 34c/28/30. She has a small tight and soft ass. Her pussy is tight and has a lot of hair around the top of it but she keeps it trimmed short and her clit is large. She is wearing a pink, short sleeve and tight blouse, that is cut just above the belly button. She is also wearing white short socks, pink tennis shoes and low cut light-blue jeans. Under that she is wearing pink, silky and lacy lingerie, panties and bra set. Sarah Row is a African-American. She is also 18 ... Read More»

Today, my mind wanders in class. Instead of thinking about population genetics, I find my self fantasizing about asking you questions, and forcing you to answer them. Would you? Would I ever dare? What does it feel like when I scrape my teeth down the side of your neck? Will you catch your breath – shiver – moan? What shall I do next? Whisper softly in your ear? Run my fingers through the hair at the base of your skull? Shall I caress the nape of your neck? I want to make you beg me to never stop . . . What does it feel like when I slowly pull your zipper down over the hard length of your cock? Is it erotic? If I pull the zipper back up, then down, then up, then down, will you be aching for me to do it again? Or should I replace the feel of the zipper's ... Read More»

(Thursday) Back at PROM bright and early the next day I saw from my agenda that my morning would be spent with Charlotte in the presentation room; this is my formal introduction to the full Passionella product portfolio. Before we started, the slim and sexy Charlotte asked if I did anything special last night. "No, not really, a quiet night in, thanks" I replied, wistfully. The projector whirred to life and Charlotte took me systematically through the various lines. Lingerie, hosiery, nightwear and robes were all modelled by the most exquisitely beautiful women and, unlike the pictures in most catalogues and on websites, the girls had adopted sensual and provocative poses and carried smoulderingly inviting expressions on their faces. These girls were ... Read More»

I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My relief was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get out of there sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still keyed up, and I wanted to get home and shower But first, I had to pick up the girls at my mother’s and stop and get something for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still didn’t work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade, anyway! I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam. Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was slow, just starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved. Today, the traffic was at a complete stop. My guess was there was a very large accident somewhere ... Read More»

When Woody entered the lounge he had to wait a few seconds for his eyes to adjust then scanned the room. As his eyes roamed the people inside they locked on one person at the end of the piano bar, she was a vision of beauty. She smiled back as their eyes met and he slowly approached the vacant stool beside her. He smiled at himself as his mind referred to the beauty as she or her, it was a gay bar so there was little doubt the she was a he, a transgender, but then that was fine with Woody, he loved making love with other men. "Do you mind?" He said as he nodded towards the stool. "Be my guest." She said. (There I go again) He thought. "May I buy you a drink?" "Thank you, I'd like that." "Bar tender... two of the same please." The ... Read More»

When I was 18 years old I was living the kind of life one leads right after they graduate from high school. I had a part-time job during that Summer in which I mowed the lawn of this old woman who lived in a two-story house with her maid who was in her 40's and reminded me of the singer Tina Turner. One day on a Friday I went over to the house to pick up my check from Eloise who not only was the old woman's maid but handled her finances. "Could you clean out the garage, baby?" Eloise said when I entered the kitchen and found her sitting at the table cooking lunch for the old woman. "I don't think I have enough time today, Eloise," I told her as I couldn't help but check out what she was wearing that afternoon. Not her regular maid outfit but a white ... Read More»

Jason Saint Jean leaned back against the wall and smiled at Barbara as she sucked on his cock. On her knees, with one hand holding his cock and the other fondling his balls, Barbara Sumner simply looked hot. A tall and somewhat large woman with short red hair and pale white skin. Her blue eyes shone as she looked at him. The tall, coconut-skinned young Haitian man thrust into her mouth, giving her all that he had to give. All eight inches of his manhood. Barbara closed her eyes as she sucked on him. Jason grimaced as Barbara continued what she was doing. Sucking on his cock and licking his balls. Jason groaned in pleasure. This girl really knew how to work his stuff. He felt an all too familiar rush in his loins and warned her that he was about to cum. When he ... Read More»

The sudden lurch of the train pulling out of the station roused Gwen from her momentary cat nap. As they slowly picked up speed she watched in silence as the city turned into suburbs which in turn became fields of lush green corn and soybeans, mixed in with an occasional patch of golden brown wheat. The gentle motion of car and the barely discernible clickety-clack of the steel wheels were quite calming. She was just about to doze off again when a feminine voice asked softly, "Do you mind if I sit across from you, most of the other seats are taken?" Gwen quickly looked up at her inquisitor and nodded for the stranger that it was all right with her. The woman easily tossed her duffel bag into the over head compartment and slid effortlessly into the seat ... Read More»

Walking in the door the Friday after my eighteenth birthday, everything seemed great. My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and I was for the first time a truly free man. My older brother had decided not to come home for Labor Day holiday which I was kind of bummed about, we didn't get alone all that well but I still looked up to him. He was one of those guys that could do no wrong, and I don't mean in my parents eyes I mean he actually could do no wrong. No matter the situation he always knew the right thing to do and did it, the consequences be damned. Myself on the other hand I was scrawny and always getting in trouble. It was my senior year and half the school wouldn't be able to identify my body... even if it would get them on the news. The ... Read More»

As Joanne did her university work in front of the TV on Saturday night, she heard the doorbell ring. She set down her book and got up. She looked through the peep hole and rolled her eyes. It was Carl, a friend of her step dad, Carl was in his thirties but quite handsome in a quite brooding sort of way. He had never married preferring instead to travel to more exotic corners of the earth often for months at a time.. something most wives would not have tolerated. “Hey Carl, what’s up,” she said casually. “I was looking for your dad, is he around?” Joanne never understood Carl. He was in his late thirties, not bad looking, but he was never around women and socialised with her parents. “No, sorry, they are away for the weekend,” she said. “But he’ll be back ... Read More»

You stand behind me as we look out at the moonlit ocean The moon reflecting on the dark blue waters Your hands gripping gently at my hips I can feel your warm breath on my neck I’m breathing the sea air into my lungs as I feel your hands wandering over my flat stomach I close my eyes and let out a tender moan My heart is beating faster than usual as your right hand moves under my white vest top and upwards Your left hand stays on my stomach and gently strokes me I feel your smooth fingers wrap themselves under my bra and around my breast I let out another small moan of pleasure Your left hand slips down the front of my denim shorts and underneath my underwear Your fingers stroke my smooth shaven snatch I lean my head back on your shoulder and close my ... Read More»

I had thought, at first, that dressing up like Red Riding Hood was stupid, but my boyfriend insisted, seeing as he wanted to dress up as The Big Bad Wolf. Of course, he chose the skimpiest version of the Red Riding Hood costume he could find, when he went to pick up the costumes, while his costume was a full body suit, with a mask that covered his whole head. I got dressed and waited for him to show up, but instead got a text telling me that his car had broken down, and was waiting for me. I knew that he had probably just been low on gas, and didn't want to waste any on picking me up and then heading back to the Halloween party. I called my friend Linda, and asked her to pick me up on her way to the party; which she did. When we got there, Linda went off ... Read More»

It started off as innocently enough, me watching and drooling. Him, waving and smiling. I work in a high rise downtown. One of those big glass and steel monsters, wedged in besides another dozen of the same big steel monsters that make up the downtown core. A single street separates the buildings. I'm on the 12th floor, and it was there, while I was staring out the window looking for inspiration that I first saw him. His office was directly across from mine, I could see clearly into it, and of course he could see clearly into mine. The first day I noticed him I was just staring out the window in puzzlement, you know that deep in thought kind of stare. That's when my eyes landed on him. I actually gave myself shit for not noticing him before. I mean he ... Read More»

Vanessa was preparing to go to bed. She changed out of her work clothes, and after checking the time; almost one, she decided it was safe to walk in her bra and panties to throw her work clothes in the laundry. After tip toeing back to her room, she closed the door and undoing her bra; she put on a t shirt and went to the mirror. She could visibly see how tired she was, just by standing there, looking in the mirror. Her eyes were almost closed, she blinked sleepily, and she took off her hair clip and started combing her hair. After she was done she checked herself in the mirror again. She knew she was sexy, and she stripped out of her t shirt she was wearing. Turning around, she stared at her own ass in the mirror, an ass she was quite proud off, an ass that any ... Read More»

I've been between relationships, so diddling my twat on a regular basis relieves the tension until someone new comes along. For some reason, lately I've been hornier than a goat. My thoughts are constantly about sex and I'm evaluating everything around me as something I can or cannot use to fuck my sweet pussy. It has become an obsession to the point where I'm taking days off work just to lay in bed while my cunt suckles a finger, a thick rubber spoon handle, a shampoo bottle, or just about anything else I can glide in and out of my love tunnel. When I am at work, shopping, or anywhere in public, I am totally distracted. I find myself staring at men's crotches, trying to guess the size of their dick. My panties get so wet, I have had to wear a pad everyday ... Read More»