Jared and Andrea
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"This is so unfair," said Andrea to no one special. She was lying on her bed looking at the ceiling. From outside the sound of a truck reached her ears and she looked out the window. It was the garbage truck passing by. She lay down again with a sigh.It was spring break and Andrea had to stay at home with her step brother. It just wasn't fair. It wasn't her fault that he had failed all the exams and had to stay home to study the entire week. She had made plans to drive down to Daytona Beach...
TabooMaking of Babe Andrea By Andrea Taylor Transcript of a job interview between a Las Vegas talent scout and two Dallas women. Talent Scout: "As you know, ladies, Coquette Enterprises wishes to hire Babe Andrea - that's her actual full name as I understand it- as executive personal entertainer at our Coquette Casino Hotel. I can't overstate the importance of employee dedication to our entertainment empire. In this business, we need physically desirable, "socially motivated"...
John was stood at his kitchen sink washing the dishes he had used for dinner, it was 8:00 at night, he pondered going to bed early, or watch the match starting at 9:00He was a widower now, Julie his wife; the love of his life had died tragically 5 years ago.He had dated a couple of times since, but his heart hadn't been in it, so he had not developed a romance.He was an accountant in a city firm, and was on line to be top dog one day.He didn't smoke, drank little, wine was his preferred tipple....
Mike settled back into the couch as he flipped the remote hoping to find a good tit show. He glanced at the clock noting it would be at least a half hour before Andrea came home from her date. Not finding anything interesting on the set, he threw the remote on the coffee table and picked up his cigarettes. He drew in a deep breath as he lit one and started hacking. “Dammit,” he sputtered as he coughed a few more times. He grabbed his can of Pepsi to ease the burn and set it down when he...
I rode the elevator to the top floor of the expansive building housing Andrea’s condo. The text I had received was specific that I arrive at her place at six o’clock sharp and dress for dinner. I wore one of the dark charcoal suits Carol had chosen for me, along with a black dress shirt and tie. I checked the shine on my shoes as the door opened and stepped out into the hallway. I took a deep breath and exhaled fully before ringing the buzzer.”Come in,” I heard over the intercom.I entered the...
MILFI am, or at least was, Michael, a twenty something analyst, trying to get by in the big city. Standard story, I suppose. I had an MBA from a good school and was fairly smart, not making a bad living, but hardly rolling in it either. I was no athlete, but in okay shape for a small guy. I was about 5’6” and about 135 pounds, with kind of delicate features. At any rate, I decided to grab a soda from the machines in the break room, which took me by the room where the bigwigs were meeting. As I...
Sometimes forcing yourself out of the house a bit more is the best therapy you can get. I’d been in a creative slump and decided that the best cure was to finally getting out and seeing more theatre, something I had been promising myself for a while. A good writing friend of mine had a new production on in Manchester that evening, and I do like to support mate’s projects, so I put on a decent olive green shirt and matching tie and set out into the city.I’d fixed with my friend Richard to meet...
It was during spring, I remember, the time I met Andrea, that magical and wonderful time I met my darling angel. The leaves on the trees turning into a myriad shades of green and there buds peeping shyly from every branch of every tree. I had been waiting at Nino's, the coffee shop, for my boyfriend but, as usual, he was late. The waitress that had brought my coffee kept coming over to check if I needed anything else and, after the third time, I noticed that she had the loveliest dimples: they...
Introduction: This is a story of my first sexual encounter. Constructive criticism is welcome. Andrea has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. we bonded in kindergarten because neither of could tie our shoes. we have shared blood, sweat, and tears. she is the one who explained all about puberty and my period. she is also the one who introduced me to sex. Andrea and I are total opposites. Im tall with barely wavy blonde hair and blue eyes with a slim build. Andrea, on the other...
Being Andrea I was finished with school. Now the only problem was to find a job. That was going to be a problem. I hadn't exactly excelled at school, in fact I had pretty much hated it. The result of that was that I didn't have much in the way of qualifications. I had been told all that - many times - and that just made me even madder. Whose fault did they think it was? I know, I know, I was quick-tempered and apt to say things that I shouldn't, but the school was what our dear...
ANDREA By Unknown "Why don't we dress you up like the most gorgeous woman that ever lived that is, if you want to?" "Sounds like fun." I said. "Hell, why not, let's do it!" "OK then, go to the bathroom and take a shower. Meanwhile I will go look for the stuff we need." "This is starting out pretty kinky," I thought to myself in the shower. But I didn't really care what the heck, this was something wild and crazy, something I had often fantasized about but never experienced...
Series 5, Episode 5: Andrea Fereday (29) – Uxbridge We open with our beautiful animation of the United Kingdom – from space... Our cartoonish, top heavy image of Charley appears, floating infront of us, smiling and giggling, then waves for us to follow her ... Turns and dives toward the country at hyper-sonic speed – and we follow - dropping from a low-Earth orbit – heading toward the south, toward London, then veering westward as we hurtle toward the ground ... Reaching ground level in...
My mum and I lived on the outskirts of a small Scottish village. John and his mother Beth were our neighbors, and he and I were best friends from an early age, sharing everything as we grew up. At Primary School and then Senior Secondary School, we were an inseparable pair, supporting each other through the good and bad times. This idyll came to an end when we had just turned sixteen. He and his mom moved away from the area to go look after a sick relative.The house was quickly re-occupied and...
CrossdressingIt was wrong and he knew it. He had driven Andrea home the night before, after a dinner party planned by his wife. There were problems and he was unable to keep his silence. While driving her home, the two friends had talked. At one point, Andrea had placed a hand on his leg. He was nervous, but he liked it. The night ended with their lips locked together, their tongues dancing against one another. Andrea's hand gently pressing against the swelling in his pants. His hand firmly cupping one of...
My name is Peter and I have become a stereotypical manwhore. But I wasn't always this way. In High school I played soccer and I was a perennial standout, but as many people know soccer don't get you laid or popular. I really didn't understand my predicament because I was 5'11 175 pound jock. Years of soccer sculpted my body into twisted steel, coupled with my messy brown hair and hazel eyes I should have been a stud. Unfortunately, I was a class clown and a little bit immature for my age. While...
I was hard at work, plunging up and down into a hefty doxy who had been boarded several hundred times too many. When the stage arrived, she pushed me aside, pulled down her dirty dress and hurried to the stairs, leaving me half finished but not altogether unhappy since horsing her had bit a bit like dropping a bucket in a well. Ah hell, I thought, half a loaf. I slapped it down, got myself together and followed her to the common room. The stage had disgorged a motley load, mostly male, but...
I was so happy to give Rich a son and in another aspect give my father a male descendant. He never made much fuss about being a Viscount; saying that it came by having the right parentage and that was pure chance. However I knew that deep down he wanted the title to remain in his bloodline. My cousin, Roger had dined out for years anticipating his becoming a Viscount, plonking his arse on the red leather seat in the House of Lords and of course accepting the attendance money. I hoped that he...
I’d known Andrea for quite some time. She worked in my favourite restaurant, and she was a lovely female; not very tall, strongly built, long blonde hair, a pretty large décolleté and a very contagious smile!We always k**ded each other when I was there, and every now and then we met at local or regional events, concerts or parties. On one of those she tried to chat me up, but because she was obviously very drunk, I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation (yes sir, that’s me ....)On the...
Andrea kannte ich schon lange. Sie war die Bedienung in meinem Lieblingsrestaurant; mittelgroß, kräftig, mit langen, blonden Haaren, einem ansehnlichen Vorbau und einem sehr ansteckenden Lächeln!Wir machten zusammen unsere Späße, wenn ich dort war, und ab und zu sahen wir einander an regionalen Volksfesten und Konzerten. Sie hatte mich dabei einmal ziemlich hemmungslos angebaggert, aber weil sie damals auch ganz offensichtlich sehr betrunken war, wollte ich die Situation nicht ausnutzen (ja, so...
It all started out on one long hot summer day about 3 weeks ago my parents and my aunt who was recently divorced took a short trip for the weekend to get my aunts mind off of things. My aunt has 3 kids 2 boys about 14 years old named Gabe and john and a beautiful daughter who’s 13 now and was named Andrea. That Friday my parents kissed me good-bye left me 200 dollars for food and gas and took off. I was finally home alone to do what ever I wanted but was tiered from a long day out...
CALL ME ANDREA by Andrea Conover My name is Andrew and I am an only child. My Mom is a single parent as my Dad died when I was very young and I have no memory of him. Mom and I love each other very much and there is nothing I wouldn't do for her....and her for me. I make myself handy around the house and always help her with the laundry, general cleaning, dishes...whatever needs to be done. I am also a excellent student and usually get straight A's on my report cards. I very...
uscle Encounters 8- Debra D Andrea goes to a HotelBy lilguy Debra teaches a pervert a lessonStory base on a girl from here. http://www.debradandrea.com/Harold was a motel owner in a run down motel on the freeway. It had severalrooms, a pool and cable TV. The run down hotel match a run down man. Haroldwas a skinny black man well into his 30's. He hadn't done to much working outin his life. His only weight lifting was lifting up a remote to watch TV. Hestood about 5.6 and had a sleazy way about....
Muscle encounter 8 - Debra D AndreaBy lilguy [email protected] house sits for a strong womanInspired byhttp://www.debradandrea.com/Dynamite.htmBilly was a young black man who recently called in classified ads for someonelooking to housesit. The woman that he was housing sitting was Debra D Andrea.She was a sexy bodybuilder with black hair who weight 160 pounds. All it waspure muscle and breast. Her six packs were hard and you could pack a coin offit. Her legs were strong as an Ox, and...
Just as she had promised, the key was on the top of the doorframe. I took it down and unlocked the front door of a stylish, but moderate beach house. I had my clipboard, my measuring tape and my camera. The view from her great room was spectacular. The wall facing the beach was made of glass with tasteful Grecian columns to support it. It was a simple project. Extend the deck further toward the beach and extend the size of the room to take in the current deck. After a short pause to get a feel...
Straight SexAround the age of 25 I was working in Sarasota and I was living in a shared house with 3 guys and 2 girls.One night me and the guys were having drinks on the patio when we got interupted by this gorgeous skinny redheaded girl,whos was in the mood the party with us. We kept on drinking and by 4 in the morning it was me and a friend of mine who stayed with her ,and she was kind of hitting on me so my buddy said he's out.She told me if I want to walk her over to her house for more drinking and I...
For some time I felt that we were dragged this way and that way with all that had happened. I was so happy to get into the car with Rich and drive down to the cottage. Christopher was now nine months old and I had started weaning him although he still needed my milk. We talked on the journey and I was so happy when Rich suggested that we should make the cottage our permanent residence. "I have nothing against Broughley, but I feel that with your dad getting married again we should allow him...
Just as she had promised, the key was on the top of the doorframe. I took it down and unlocked the front door of a stylish, but moderate beach house. I had my clipboard, my measuring tape and my camera. The view from her great room was spectacular. The wall facing the beach was made of glass with tasteful Grecian columns to support it. It was a simple project. Extend the deck further toward the beach and extend the size of the room to take in the current deck. After a short pause to get a...
Our day tour of Jaipur was a feast of colour, scents and noise. The hotel had many pamphlets describing the city and thus armed it was easy to put together the information and the actuality. It was indeed a lovely city; the wide boulevards and the impressive palaces that lined them offered much to observe. However it was off the main streets that India came to life. My rural life in Broughley and to certain extent Bloomsbury could not have prepared me for the crowded streets of Jaipur. I had...
On the last day of regular classes, I had a test. A test. I also had a final for that class two days later. Is that stupid or what? I can't tell you how tempted I was to correct that injustice. Granted, Political Science wasn't my favorite class. Whatever possessed me to take it, I didn't know, but I was determined to get an honest A in it. I guess I shouldn't have blamed myself for letting my guard drop so much that I fell victim to the most unique and unusual attack I had ever...
My name is john Tucker and in all the years of my life, I have no history of romance. My sweetheart is my right hand. Why you ask? Because I have a big problem, well I guess you can say a small problem (pun intended). You see I was born with a small dick. How small you ask? I’m 18 in my last year of high school, and my dick is the size of a toothpick. Hence I got the nick name toothpick growing up. I mean everyone calls me by this stupid ass nick name. My best friend, the first girl I ever...
On the last day of regular classes, I had a test in my Political Science class, a class where the tests were more like essays than simple questions and answers. I also had a final for that class the following Tuesday requiring another set of short essays. Is that stupid or what? I can’t tell you how tempted I was to correct that injustice. Granted, Political Science wasn’t my favorite class. Why I thought it would be similar to the morals class I took four years ago at Crow Academy, I didn’t...
Streetwalker My wife and I enjoy a little roll playing in our marriage. My two favorite roll-playing games are the “Little Catholic Schoolgirl” and the “Streetwalker.” I love it when my beautiful wife puts on a “Catholic Schoolgirl” outfit that she got at a yard sale last summer. Usually I’m the “Head Mater” and have to punish her for something. She really gets into it too. It sure makes for some really good sex afterwards. Now the “Streetwalker” allows my tall slender wife to...
Narook's legs were heavy by the time he reached his destination. There was nothing else on his mind than to get a good meal and then off to bed. But the traveling bard still had to stop and appreciate the sight before him. Narook had heard plenty of tales about the Dragon's Hoard tavern. Yet standing before it was another beast altogether. It wasn't uncommon for taverns and inns to pop up along travel routes. However, they usually were close to settlements. The farther away...
You are Eva Andreasen, a dark-skinned, fair-haired elven woman from the town of Wildewynne. Your hometown could not contain your thirst for adventure, however, and on the day you turned 21 (or 210 in human years), you packed up your gear and set off on your journey to explore the rest of Felania. Though you'd always felt you were fairly average looking compared to the other women in your village, your encounters with the other races of the land have taught you that even a plain elf woman could...
“Meow, Meow” I cried, trying not to get my ass kick by the 6 foot bear. “I should have a word with those neighbors of yours. This is the fourth time this week that cat got in your yard.” Mike said as they went back in the house. At that moment I didn’t know who was stupider me for having sex with a crazy women or him for believing that a cat is always messing up her yard. As soon as I head that door close I ran as fast as I could out her yard. With only my blue boxers, and black sock on I...
I love pickles. Sweet, dill, big, small, I have a passion for pickles. Therefore I was overjoyed when I met the pickle lady. I chanced upon a farmer’s market one Saturday morning in a new part of town. At least it was new to me. There was the obligatory table displaying jars of pickles in various shapes, sizes and flavors. There was a small hand-made sign saying The Pickle Lady and, behind the table the pickle lady herself. She appeared to be on the far side of 50, like me. She had blonde...
I strode up the walkway carrying my big satchel over my shoulder toward the front door of the next house. The sun shone bright and the temperature felt perfect to be out and about doing my job. I am a pickle juice salesman. Not a lot of people have heard of such a profession but you will soon enough. It will come to your city. The company is just starting out but we’re having great success. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. In less that a minute I was rewarded with an open door. “Good...
A tall natural blonde, she excelled in competitive sports and always had to win at whatever she did. Just playing Lacrosse in college wasn't good enough; she worked until she was captain of the team. She honed her perfect athletic body for hours at the gym and could often be seen running at dawn in the soft sand along the beach. With less than a year on the job she had the best arrest record of a rookie ever to come out of the Academy and was promoted to an elite crime squad to work under...
“Don’t touch me!” I yelped with a loud tone. “What’s wrong toothpick? Is something bothering you? Are you on drugs?’ She asked with an uneasy tone. “No, I just want to be left alone right now.” She was stun I guess because ever since known me I always said “no ma’am or yes ma’am whenever she asked me something. “Alright I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” With a forced smile I said “Yeah I’m alright it’s just I’m having one of those days.” I guess she could tell something was wrong...
“Its so small honey. Do you think it will eve grow?” when I was 3 After her it was my cousin Stacey. “Hey look at the bight side little cousin. No one will ever know or notice when you have a hard on at school.” When I was 11 The last but not least was Ash. “John don’t worry if no one want’s to marry you because you have a small dick I will.” I miss those times we you to play house a lot; with me as the mom and her as the dad. (don’t laugh I been told I make a mean mud pie) And for no...
“Don’t touch me.” I yelp with a loud tone. ’What wrong little toothpick? Is something bothering you? Are you on drugs?’ She ask with a uneasy tone. ’No! I just want to be left alone right now. She was stun (I guess because ever since knowing me. I always said “no ma’am, and yes ma’am” when ever she ask me something.) “Alright I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” With a force smile I said “ Yeah I’m alright it’s just one of those days.” I guess she could tell something was wrong because...
Introduction: Well, its been five years since stranger joined the prostitution ring, by posting some fucking pictures and videos of his little brother, David. This, of course was nothing but the very beginning. He did realize that having such a cute little brother would actually be a gift. Now, using his little brother as the perfect carnage for getting some flesh virgin boys/girls from school, the park, the streets, the cinema, or even from their own houses, bringing a nice pray to our...
“Looks like you can take that as a yes Sara.” Amber said while sucking on my sister 34e tits. “That’s what I’m talking about little bro fuck the shit out my tight ass.” I could not stop it was as if I was hypnotize, it was the first thing today that truly felt like it was made for my dick and my dick alone. “Damn brother you’re really having fun with my tight ass. Then I wonder how would you take to this?” With all her Might she clamp every last muscle around my dick and started to grind...
Cold night. Misty. Steven Shearsmith's breath fogged the air in front of him. He heard the blood pounding through his ears as he pressed close to the rough brick wall on the corner of the street and spied on the scantily-clad girl. She wore a short jacket of stripy brown fur that seemed two sizes too small for her. It didn't even reach her midriff and couldn't have provided much benefit against the chill night air. That wasn't really the point. The jacket was open at the front and the...
I wasn't rich by any means, but I certainly had enough money set aside for a nice engagement ring. When Gina finally was able to discuss the situation with me, we decided to look for a ring on the weekend. We couldn't decide on a date for the wedding, but that didn't seem to be important to either of us. It would be a simple civil ceremony, we decided, with my grandparents, Gina's father, and of course, the band members. Gina was more interested in when and how she would tell everyone. I...
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BDSMStreet Life By Innocent Guilt What is life but endless time spent by people pulling our strings. Who are we but mere puppets spawned to do the dirty work of people above us. Deadlines control the very fabric of our isolated lives we live. Machines that steal the minutes of our lives away from the depths of that life which we have lived. We are free, free as a bat, which must return to cave when the light shines brightly in their faces. In this cave we shelter and hide from...
Lower Pidlington Women’s Institute was unique. It had far more members than most rural WIs, numbers having swelled from fourteen to four hundred after Lucy Warner (a village newcomer) took over as Entertainment Coordinator. LPWI was also ‘independent’ having been expelled from the British WI Federation when the Chair of the National Committee, Clarissa Hunt (who nobody liked), spotted her surname spelt with a C in LPWI’s monthly newsletter; a mistake no one admitted to or apologised for.The...
HumorMy name is Louisa and I am a happily married woman who enjoys having the occasional affair and extra marital sex with my husband’s full consent. I have a good figure for my age as I am over forty; I have pert 36B breasts, a lean 5 foot 7” figure, firm legs and bum. I work out regularly at the gym three times a week. My usual type of guy is young and fit, someone that is looking for a good time and no strings. I do limit myself to one or two sessions a month and enjoy relaying them to my...
CheatingStreet Name: Samantha! Players: Sam/Samantha, the lead in this story; Chief Helen Sanders, Sam's boss; Rose, Sam's teacher and dominate; Ruth/Ray, Chief Sanders brother/sister; Helen, Rose's Sister and her husband Jack, an adult baby. Julie, A male-to-female transsexual, and Sam's co-worker at the boutique; John, Sam's new sissy friend, Patrick/Patty Cake, the bookkeeper, Sandy, the self proclaimed "Queen of Tarts", and owner of Swirls and Curls. Synopsis: Sam's job, in...
I let the girls know about the Tri-Cities booking and they were very pleased with it. I gave them the dates and Fran marked them on the calendar that she was using to map out our engagements. I liked her sense of organization. I had a feeling it was going to be very important in the future. I met with Stan and Bud at Stan's home, a nice suburban bungalow in North Spokane. It had a finished basement where Stan had his drum kit and some other instruments. When I looked more carefully, I saw...
He swung the car around violently on the deserted road and drove back to check what his headlights had lit up. It was late, very late, and he’d been drinking – but nevertheless he was certain his eyes had not deceived him.He pulled up by the kerb where the bundle of rags had suddenly moved as he drove past. It was raining heavily now and as he searched for some sign, he was getting thoroughly drenched.A slight movement made him turn quickly. And then he saw the eyes. Two large bright eyes...
There are many whores, hookers, prostitutes, and e****ts, but I particularly like lowdown streethoes. Toothless, cracked out, nappy head streethoes. It all started when I was 12 years old. Dallas,Tx 1982-83. My mother was never around due to her d**g addiction but I saw her everyday. In the mornings before school, I would see her out on the corner. Usually getting in or out of someone’s vehicle. I lived with my Grandma and everyone pretended like it didn’t exist. At the time, I knew my Mom was...
There are many whores, hookers, prostitutes, and escorts, but I particularly like lowdown streethoes. Toothless, cracked out, nappy head streethoes. It all started when I was 12 years old. Dallas,Tx 1982-83. My mother was never around due to her d**g addiction but I saw her everyday. In the mornings before school, I would see her out on the corner. Usually getting in or out of someone's vehicle. I lived with my Grandma and everyone pretended like it didn't exist. At the time, I knew my Mom...
I live in London, and occasionally on nights out stumbling home, i will get approached on the way to my house on my road, by a street walker, generally not the best looking women. They'll whisper, "do you want some business?" Sometimes i walk by and just say no, always thinking what if its a police officer and i get arrested, not something i wanna get done for, but then there are nights when i think fuck it.So this one night, i was just walking home from work, when i got approached, it was this...
Streetcar By Emily Carlisle It was a beautiful, lazy summer's afternoon; I guess that's why I had dozed off. Fortunately, I woke up just in time for my stop. I stepped off the streetcar... Streetcar? ...and started across the street, being careful to look both ways before crossing. I suddenly realized just what I was doing, and stopped dead. I was way beyond confused, and coming up fast onto a real panic. There hasn't been a streetcar through here since at least 1966; I...
He swung the car around violently on the deserted road and drove back to check what his headlights had lit up. It was late, very late, and he’d been drinking – but nevertheless he was certain his eyes had not deceived him.He pulled up by the kerb where the bundle of rags had suddenly moved as he drove past. It was raining heavily now and as he searched for some sign, he was getting thoroughly drenched.A slight movement made him turn quickly. And then he saw the eyes. Two large bright eyes...
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