My sister and I had arrived in Amsterdam very late in
I am a woman in my fifties, and I am recently divorced. It was too long of a time coming, and I think I wasted too many years not knowing what good sex was. The sex in my marriage slowed down a lot in our forties, and when my husband suggested that we try swapping with another couple last year, I wasnt interested at all. I figured the sex wasnt worth all of the effort that we would be putting into it. I turned him down time after time, and after he badgered me enough, I finally told him to go find whatever woman he wanted and just fuck her, and I would be fine without it. I probably shouldnt have said that, but I did, and he did go out and do just that. I think that he had done it in the past, and although he is no catch, he still managed to get sex. Maybe it was a hooker? This time I was aware that he was doing it though, so it was no longer suspicion that he was cheating, it was jealousy that he was with another woman, even though I guess I allowed him to do it.
As I went to get us a nightcap I saw the barman glance across to Eileen and smile. I followed his gaze to see that Eileen had apparently carelessly allowed her skirt to ride up over her stocking tops and as she uncrossed her legs was giving him and I a good stretch of creamy thigh and a flash of her newly shaven pussy. She smiled when she saw us glancing across and slowly crossed her legs to leave her short tight black skirt still a good few inches short of her lace top hold-ups.
Nicolette was riding me hard and fast. The way she always did.
I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I
I belong to a strict Muslim family and live in one of the larger cities in central India. My family is highly conservative yet we are quite rich. In the sense, that my father and his 7 brothers are able to live comfortably with their families in a huge, walled compound. It has three 3-storied buildings with large, comfortable apartments for each family. Normally, our family is very restrictive, but there are a few members of my family who have rebelled secretly and given in to the temptation of lust.
I work as a sales staff with a leading company. My work is to meet clients and in this way i meet a lot of ladies in different offices. I am a play boy and have had good times with a dozen ladies in different client offices.
I was posed with a dilemma. I wasnt quite between the proverbial rock and
I was a bag boy at my local super market when I was in High School. It was a pretty good deal since I made decent money for a kid my age and I got to carry groceries for all the hot moms in the neighbor hood. My favorite was Ms. Garcia. I thought she was just amazing. She was about 5 tall with small pointy tits, maybe a b-cup. Her ass was fantastic, big, wide and round. She had dark hair, a nice tan and never seemed to wear a bra. One of the things I liked the most about the place I worked was the air conditioning; it was always ice cold. In the summer time I would hover around the entrance and watch womens nipples get hard as they walked in and the air hit them. Ms. Garcias tits were the best. Small, like I said, but pointy with great little nipples. In the summer time she would wear thin white t-shirts and I could see her big dark areolas. I fantasized constantly about this tiny woman and her big juicy ass. She was single and had two kids around 4 and 6. She was always really nice and we talked a lot when I carried her groceries to her car. I would always walk a step or two behind her so I could watch her ass moving up and down in her shorts.
I was at a friends party during the summer of 2000. There was
My husband and I have been married for 5 years. He works for a big company as a trainer so he is away from home quite a bit. Getting ready for this trip was just a little different. He asked if his mother could stay with me while he was gone. His parents are divorced and his mother is in the middle of selling her house. I thought nothing of it and said I would go and pick her up and bring her back here. We kissed and he got ready to leave.
A Pair of sixes.
My wife Melissa and I decided to try and seduce a really sexy young woman from her office named Sara.
Letting out a little moan, feeling the tingling she knew so well coming from between her legs. She rocks her hips slowly as her breathing starts to become a little quicker.
I woke up to a large rumble of thunder just in time to hear a gentle knocking on the door. I looked over at the clock. It was still the middle of the night, and there was a heavy storm outside. As I pulled myself awake, I saw my sister Abby come into my room carrying a sleeping bag. She was wearing an old pair of pajamas, a blue long-sleeved shirt with yellow dogs printed on it that buttoned up the middle and matching pants.
It felt good to be alone. I was always so busy keeping up the bar, and while I enjoyed it, every once-in-a-closing-time I just wanted to sit and be by myself. I poured a cold beer and settled down before I started the closing routine and wondered how in the hell Id ended up here.
Peasant Alex was a melancholy artist, whose life was spent discovering himself and others. I never truly understood his art, though we discussed it at length during the many conversations that lasted into the candle-lit early hours. We always discussed the forbidden, the interesting; never dull things. This situation had come about from an earlier conversation about sexual liberty – which of us was the most free and wild. It had led to a charged discussion about our friendship and sex, one in which we had joked about our pleasing each other. I dont think either of us had thought the conversation was entirely a joke, though Im equally sure that neither of us thought it would progress any further.
I am a member of a web site for gay sex dating call Gaydar and I have met one or to men from there being married and my wife not knowing that I am Bi-Sexual I have to make sure that who ever I get to meet can accommodate I have met men that just want to talk and wank, others are just bottom and others that are just top, I like both taking and receiving anal sex so I can meet with any of them.
Leo and I had worked together for some time and I’d been over to his house to have dinner many times. As I was single and fancy free, he and his wife would frequently tease me.
Description: In this humorous attempt at deliberate bad writing your beloved author faces down an irate father while armed only with blazing wit and wet underwear. Or maybe just wet underwear.
Okay, I admit it. I’m a fuck up. But, just because I’ve dedicated most of my eighteen years to sloth and indolence and empty pursuits, that doesn’t mean I don’t have ambition. I really want to go to Harvard. Alas, to get there, I needed to ace – and I mean knock it right out of the fucking park – my AP Chemistry exam. My only problem was…I hadn’t lifted a Chem Book all year. Let’s just say that my myriad social obligations and farting around on my I-Phone just didn’t leave sufficient time for the rigors of academia. I found myself in a real bind, if I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life handing out Frappuccinos and Goddamn lattes at some jerk-off coffee emporium. And I didn’t. Trust me on that one.
The phone rang at the security desk. Bill put down his newspaper and looked at the clock. It was 8:10; everyone should have been gone by now. He picked up a pencil to log the call, then answered the phone. Security desk, Bill speaking.
It was driving Julie Morgan crazy! She couldnt seem to have an orgasm without first imagining herself being viciously raped by an unknown attacker. She had read all the books on female arousal, and even though they all repeated the mantra that just because you fantasize about something, doesnt mean that you really want to go through with the said fantasy! This was all well and good in theory, but for Julie it was becoming almost an obsession! When she first started having sex at eighteen, her orgasms were directed to her boyfriend, but as the years passed by, more and more she had to have this picture in her mind of he being forced to perform the most intimate acts on a total stranger. In most of her fantasies her assailant was black or Hispanic with a huge erection. She couldnt figure out its significance, but she was worried enough to contemplate seeing a shrink about her problem!
Living in a small town had its benefits, of course. No
The men could hear the roaring engine long time before they could actually see the car. The road meandered through an isolated mountain area and the nearest neighbors were many miles away. Finally they watched the Range Rover take the last turn and drive up towards the hunting lodge. The dogs began to bark but were quickly silenced by their owners. It was Friday late afternoon and the heat was intense.