If the Goddess hadn’t intended me to constantly fuck, she wouldn’t have endowed me with a body built for glorious sin, instilling constant, dripping arousal into that mortal coil. If the designers of the Porsche hadn’t intended us to drive fast, the speed...
Without another word, he used the fingers of his left hand to hold her lips open while two fingers from his right suddenly plunged deep into her sweet hole. Honey gasped at the surprise entry, then the gasp turned to a moan of pure pleasure as she felt t...
Honey Franklin was driving her candy apple red Corvette way too fast down a two-lane Mississippi back road one hot and steamy afternoon. Because of the weather, she had removed the two glass roof panels and was running it as a t-top convertible to keep i...
The roads by my parents’ house were pretty windy, but I knew them like the back of my hand. I was just leaving our family dinner, where we met my sister’s fiancé for the first time. He seemed nice, a banker from the city who seemed to check off all the bo...
It was a typical summer day in sunny Southern California. I had some personal business to do in San Diego and my boyfriend, Mack, decided to drive me in his late model Ford Bronco (circa 1990’s-ish). We left early and took the I-15 south to our destinatio...
The road gently curved to the right, a long ribbon of black-grey asphalt twisting through the big trees. Bored already--the thought of another visit to her Grandmother’s wasn’t a good one--she turned up the radio. It was a long drive. She rubbed herself o...
