Last night the craziest thing happened. I was at this fundraiser for some good cause I'm sure. I wasn't too interested with the going-ons around me. I didn't know anybody, and my friend who had dragged me into this shindig, had left with a desperate-looking chubby girl that he was sure to get lucky with.
Drink in hand, I wandered around trying find somebody interesting to strike up a conversation with. A couple of hours later and many drinks from the free bar, I had a pleasant buzz going on and still nobody to talk to.
That's not to say that I didn't start conversations. I did. Many of them. But for some reason, either my mood, or the drinks that I had consumed, nobody interested me. Quite a few ladies tried to prolong their boring conversations with me, but I didn't care and most of the time I just walked away.
My boredom lead me up the stairs in that joint to the next floor up which overlooked the big space where the party was held. The circular walkway was deserted as everybody was downstairs gabbing.
As I walked aimlessly, I reached a point where I saw a gorgeous set of legs, topped by a nicely curved ass of some woman leaning quite a bit forward on the stone banister. Her upper body was nearly horizontal. I approached closer to see who these fine body parts belonged to, but the side of her face was obscured by a huge column.
All the hypocrisy surrounding incest in the media is getting tiring and I'm starting to get sick of it. It's getting so bad that I feel I have to reveal some of my own secrets to create some semblance of balance. I've been having sex with my sister for years. We've always had a good time doing it and suffered no ill effects.
Unlike what people like to believe, we come from a normal, middle class family; not some degenerate perverts. It's may be a different picture to paint of the situation, but it happens to be the truth.
The stuff that I do with my sister, while kept secret from the rest of the world, including our parents, gives us a lot of happiness and well being. We're not abusing or exploiting each other as in so many other 'Normal' relationships we see around us. We are both very happy and well balanced and we have each other to thank for this.
As a salesman for a large corporation, I travel constantly. For me, flying is no more exciting than taking a bus-with the exception of one recent, unusual flight.
I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San Francisco, and was dismayed to see a long line of people waiting to go through the metal detector. I stamped my feet and sighed dramatically along with the others until I saw the cause of the logjam: A vision of Far Eastern loveliness in a skirt shorter than Heather Locklear's on 'Melrose Place' had emptied her bag and all her pockets, and still kept setting off the detector. The poor thing was turning a lovely pink from embarrassment and frustration. My heart and rapidly expanding cock went out to the girl.
Finally, she slapped her forehead, as if the answer had just dawned on her. As everyone stared in astonishment, she stuck a hand under her skirt and squatted as if she were about to take a dump right there on the floor. Elegantly plopping two little steel balls on the conveyor belt, she swished through the detector and out of my life.
"Well, here I am," I thought to myself. I didn't know why I came to this remote little beach. "Now what?" I heard myself say aloud.
The day had been a really hectic one. Stress at home, stress at work, stress, stress, stress. I thought for sure I would crack. I knew I had to get away, even if only for a little while. My boss almost fired me for a co-workers error. Thank god she had the balls to step forward and take the blame. Unfortunately for her - she was the one who was fired.
The kids were like monkee's in a cage today!! They were climbing all over everything, including me. Then no one liked what was fixed for dinner, no one got the right glass, no one ate - everyone yelled. Such a peaceful meal!
My wife was out of town on a business trip, and I had to attend an important dinner engagement given by the company I worked for. I called our usual baby sitter and told her that it was an emergency. Luckily she said that she could be right over.
After a fretfully boring dinner, I slipped away early. I knew that Kathy, our babysitter, would be relieved, since she had planned a hot date that night with her boyfriend, and I felt that she was doing me a great big favor by sitting for our two-year-old son.
I slipped my key in the lock and opened the door. There was no one in the living room, so I went to the door of the den. There, I froze.
I could see James sitting there, his pants down to his knees. He had a hard-on, and Kathy was stroking it slowly.
I'm an average looking guy from Orange County, CA who has been reading all these stories on the net for years and felt it's time to finally tell my story. I should probably mention that I had always had a major thing for Asian women.
Growing up in California, it's not hard to find hot Asian girls just about everywhere. Nearly ever girlfriend I ever had was Asian. In high school my first real girlfriend was Allison, she was Chinese, about 5'6" and had a killer body.
We started out as friends, and we'd often rent videos together, go shopping and do "friend" type stuff, but every now and then, we'd fool around. Allison was very pretty, but she was really dumb. Usually Asian girls are stereotyped as being really smart, but Allison was only text book smart. She didn't know the first thing about life, or sex.
Hi, my name is Jim. My story is about the summer my sister Anna and I shared. My story begins about three weeks into our summer break.
I had just broken up with my girlfriend Jill. We had been dating all year and I thought it would last forever. She said she needed to spend time with others and wanted to date other people that summer. None of her reasons were very good. Well, we separated. I was devastated. I didn't understand what had gone wrong. For about a week, I ran through every-thing in my mind to try and figure out "why?" It was driving me mad.
My sister tried to help. We talked about girls and relationships. She tried to help me make some sense of the breakup. Eventually, we both decided that it was best to let go and move on. Maybe later in life these things would make sense.
To help me take my mind off of things, my sister offered to take me mountain biking up in the hills near our house.
"Ware swim trunks because there was a creek where we were going that we could swim in." Anna said.
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