To some I would suspect our romance is not exciting. We are both fifty. I am a married teacher, the lighter red of the two of us, with long red hair, a muscular frame saved from manishness by rather opulent curves that leave me working out constantly to keep fit from drifting to fat. My Lady is of an age and height, but a B cup to my G, in every way the Lady to my peasant farm girl.
My introduction to the love of another woman came on a
The city I live in, like any other large city, has a number of sex stores. One of them, my favourite, is a female-exclusive store that is aimed at giving women a relaxed and protected atmosphere when shopping for toys, since we tend to be shy and embarrassed around men when it comes to our intimate desires. I love visiting there on occasion, because Im always curious to experiment with new and different toys, find some stimulating material, and also because its the place where I get encounters like the one Im going to talk about here.
This story is a work of fiction. Any likenesses to persons, living or dead,
The once balmy air and vibrant, fiery hues of an unusually pleasant Indian summer gave way to the rainy, chilly beast of fall that devoured this particular October Friday in one great gray gulp. The morning and early afternoon started out partly sunny with a light comfortable breeze carrying the delicious scent of nutmeg, cinnamon, and a hint of burning leaves. But by the end of the school day, the cheerful balmy weather gave way to a more somber mist and cold. It was a gnawing, bone-chilling sort of cold.
I met her, oh, say four, five years ago- or at least thats when I noticed her for the first time. We played softball together, or against each other nevertheless for most of our early and late teenage years. And every Saturday Id see her, and Id see that beautiful warming smile, and that intoxicating, vanilla perfume scented, long blonde hair. And suddenly, just by seeing there she made me better. Even though I never played on her team and never went to her school, somehow we became close anyway.
The sunlight glinted off the bright chrome of the whirring espresso
My name is Samantha, everyone calls me Sam. I’m 18 years old, 5’6” with an athletic figure, short dirty blonde hair, 34D breasts and an ass to die for. I love to be outside, either playing soccer or going for long bike rides on the beach. Living not even five minutes from the beach certainly has its perks. Every spring I go to my aunt Mary’s house in Texas for a week to get away from my parents and spend time with my favorite aunt. When I am there, we do everything together from going for runs to movies and even other more exciting adventures. I never really know what is going to happen till I get there, and we begin our week-long party. My aunt works for an insurance firm in Arlington and always loves when I visit which gives her a chance to take a week off away from all her many clients. I have been looking forward to this visit for months ever since Mary said that when I came this year, that she had a big surprise for me which just made me even more excited.
In my last chapter I left you with Kim having moved in with John and I. DeRonda, Gina had met Kim, and they both instantly liked her. The four of us had so much fun during the rest of the summer. Gina had to return to Italy near the end of August. However, she was coming back as she wanted to see John play this game called football.
I was feeling horny as hell the other night and
This story contains graphic lesbian sex. It is meant for those 18 and
I hate myself, thought Francie as she looked in the
My story starts at the beginning of last summer, when my husband Simon and I moved to a new town in Southern England, along with our two young sons, and into a newly built house on a brand new housing development.
After fifteen years of being married to the same man I
I had just woke from a very erotic dream in which I was
It was December and I had just got home from school to start my month long
Charlotte had been seeing Ben behind her husbands back for just over two years and during that time they’d spent some wild times together. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband, just that she’d grown bored of the same old grind, she’d much rather use her trusty vibrator than lie on her back and take another load from Johnny boys cock.
Jackies mother greeted her with a smile and a
My wife and I are both fairly sexual people compared to the average couple. We have always done a good job about keeping the spice in our bedroom and making sure sex never got boring. We are still a fairly young couple, both of us at the age of 30. My wife is a stunning skinny blond, average height, with a set of large perky tits. I’m basically your average built guy around 6 feet tall and everything else average. I’m pretty lucky that she married me and that I have such a hot wife.
I couldnt shake the thought out of my head. Ever since I met Haley I couldnt stop thinking about the possibilities. I mean, Id checked out girls before, I had kissed girls before, I had enjoyed watching girl-on-girl action in porn, but I had never considered actually acting on those feelings. Haley though, she brought something out in me. Each time I saw her, I could feel her reaction soaking through my underwear.
It all started innocently enough one summer evening with
I went out hoping to meet some of my friends out I stopped by this club where I knew there would be someone I knew. Its not your ordinary club lets call it a mixture of ppl…straights bisexual and lesbian.
My husband and I moved to our first house when we were
When I picked up the phone, Kath was on the other end. “Mel, darling! I’ve just had your paintings back. I chose gilt frames and they look absolutely stunning.”