Selam ben 26 yaşında etine dolgun türbanlı bayanım. Dörtbuçuk yıllık evliyim. Güzel mutlu bi evliliğimiz var seks konusunda tatmin olamasamda hayatımız güzel geçiyor. Seksle ilgili neden tatmin değilsin derseniz eşimin aleti küçük. İlk zamanlar bu önemli değildi benim için ama daha sonra izlediğim pornolarda filan başkalarının aletini görünce eşimin aletinin ne kadar küçük olduğunu anladım…

karım ve patronumuz Merhaba arkadaşlar öncelikle sizlere kendimizi tanıtayım.ben 28 karım 27 yaşında.karım sarısın 160 boy ve 60 kilo balık eti bir bayan.bundan 4-5 yıl kadar önce beni işten çıkarmışlardı.karım zaten çalışmıyordu.ben iş arıyordum fakat nafile ya çok düşük maaş veriyolardı yada beğenmiyorlardı.borçlar artıyordu.evsahibi heran kapıya koyabilirdi.eşimde iş aramaya başlamıştı artık.bir gün bir gazete ilanından…

14 SUBAT KUZENIMLE! Merhaba… Kaanla yaz tatilini beraber gecirdiğimiz 1 haftalık surecte hıc yakınlasamamıstık abim ve annem bu konuda bızı hıc yalnız bırakmamıslardı tatıl donusunde sadece kulagıma bısey soylıycekmıs gıbı yapıp ferıbotta kulak mememı ısırma veya opme arasında karısık bır sekılde opmustu kı bu bende elektrık carpması gıbı bı hıs olusturmustu onu o an delıler…

It was just another one of those business trips. Hopping on a plane for a 5-hour flight to Portland, Oregon. Except it wasn’t just another business trip, as it turned out, although I wasn’t to know that as I took my seat in C4. On this occasion, I was travelling alone to participate in shooting…

I had intended the previous chapter to be the last installment in Vivian & Elly’s story, but you wore me down… and I had a few extra chapters just lying around. If you didn’t read Chapters 1 thru 6 first you won’t be terribly lost, but let’s just say you won’t have the full scope…

{For one of my very favoritest Canadians…} * Meg looked around the room and listened to stories of the glory days of high school and how often they’d dropped by to visit old friends, teachers they’d liked and so on. Meg had no such fond memories. Odd little geeky girls like she’d been didn’t wax…

I love Jill Bergman. I have for about two years now. She is in my high school class and we will be graduating in another month. I have never told her that I love her, or much of anything for that matter. An occasional “Hi” or “What’s going on?” is the most I had ever…

It had been a long day. The phone had not stopped ringing and the requests came at a rapid pace. Everybody wanted something from me. The end of the day could not come fast enough. As 5 o’clock neared, I started to think about the weekend ahead. I had agreed to something that was far…

She walked in the door, dropping her purse and the mail on the end table by the door. She walked into the living room, and plopped down on the couch, closing her eyes. She started to try to relax, and stop thinking about the rough day at work she had had. She had seen his…

This a the sequel to the previous story of similar title. Constructive criticism only. Thanks. ***** “When the cold seepsThrough your furAnd for my lonelinessThere is no succorWe’re just two stonesAnd withered leavesAlthough apartUseless is all we seemStill, when I grind on youOur body heatsAnd leaves no clueThat we once were frigidLying parallelLike forks and…