My brother and his girlfriend have been in an official relationship for about 2 years now. However behind closed doors we have really been in a 3 way relationship, although my part is purely sexual. We have regular threeways and I have also been known to fuck both my brother and his girlfriend individually (of course they both know this).
He was excited, buckling up his high leather polished motorcycle boots; he stood slipping on a black satin shirt. Dressing wasnt essential but he thought it would heighten the evening entertainment. He had the black leather gear for riding his motorcycle so it was there to use. He stood and walked over to the full-length mirrors in the room, adjusting each to the best angle. He checked the rope loop, coming down from the ceiling, in the centre of the room and scanned around making sure it could be seen in the mirrors.
How can one describe in words the feeling that you get
Ive been sucked many times in booths and through glory
Sex Stories
I pulled up at my parents house a little bit down. After 4 years of college, I was finally done with school and had my degree in hand, but hadnt landed that first job yet. Id finally resolved myself to waiting it out for a bit at home; maybe working a few part time gigs, and keep my ear to ground for the right opportunity. It would come, but it just wasnt there yet.
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.
Matt, youve gotta relax, man. Stop moving your head.
When I was in college there were two girls that would make me bone up the second I saw them. One was Candice. Typically hot, she had long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and was skinny with huge tits. The other, Astrid was the perfect BBW. Polish background, with dark hair, beautiful smile, full figure, and massive tits that protruded well past her stomach.
When it comes to sex, Ive always perceived myself as
Hal Porter and his wife Deidre had been married for almost five years and everything was fine except for him having a problem with her tendency to over spend. Therefore it seemed only natural, when he inherited $10,000 from his deceased grandmother, that he didn’t want to see it frittered away. Consequently he opened an account in his name so that she couldn’t access it.
It had been some time since I last saw her and my lust for her body had been growing strong every day. I needed to see her, that beautiful face, that long blonde hair, feel her huge tits, feel her throat constricting around my cock, I needed to fuck her again. I sent her a snapchat of me stroking my thick 8 inch cock with the caption I want you. A few minutes later she sent me a reply snap showing her breasts that leave me speechless everytime I see them, the beyond impressive size of them and the erect pierced nipples with the caption When and where?
Kathy was really pleased the way the party was going. It was her
“Fuck…I forgot that Gloria was coming today. It sucks having friends sometimes” Beth groaned, putting her hands on Jericho’s shoulders and seeing his eyes go to her chest. She was loving the attention and she knew she looked good for a little person.
Even though Beth and I had divorced several years
This is the story of myself and Julie. Julie was my first. The story seems like it went on for a long time, but when it was over it seemed as if it had happened in a flash. Still, it is engraved into my mind.
There are moments in life that define you, and this was one of them. I could feel the dogs slobber drip onto my back, its hot breath panting in my ear, its slippery cock jabbing wildly leaving wet trails across my ass. It was at that moment that I knew with every fibre of my being that I wanted to become a dog slut. As I felt the dogs movements become more frantic my mind flashed back to how I started this journey and it was hard to imagine it was less than a week ago.
The most seductive thing about Nathalie was the fact that she was utterly forbidden. She was a first year undergrad at my college, and I am a married man, dependent on my job and in deep shit if I should lose it. The consequences on my part were about as serious as they could get were I to be caught in a compromising situation with one of my students. But, as I say, that was the most seductive thing about her. The devil on my left shoulder kept whispering in my ear all the way through that first semester, and I was experienced enough with female undergrads to be able to distinguish the merely flirty from the serious propositions.
She found herself wanting to take things from her. It was a strange obsession, as if taking small things from her life would somehow add up and leave her without any possessions and make her husband not want her anymore.
Music pulsates around us as we enter the decadent surroundings, the heavy base seems somehow at odds with the elegance of the setting. The scene is grand, yet slightly ostentatious, a sweeping staircase draws our eyes upwards to a balcony which affords a spectacular view of the foyer below. The chandelier, hanging in the centre of the ceiling, throws out rainbows as the light refracts through the glass, the chequered floor beneath our feet leads into a sophisticated lounge, where all around us masked party goers move to the DJs track, writhing and grinding to the rhythm. Theyre all well dressed, the invitation specified evening wear, men in sharp, tailored suits, women in gorgeous evening gowns; all are wearing striking masks of some kind to disguise their true selves. Suddenly I feel an incredible rush of excitement as we watch them dance with abandon. I know why theyre here. I know why were here. We silently snake our way to the bar and order drinks.
Her name was Melanie. Her beauty was legend. Men came from miles around just for the chance to bathe themselves in her graceful aura.
In the kingdom of Loraik, under the tumultuous rule of young King Bedrick, in a remote village of the lush pasture lands, Garett the 20 year old farmhand was having the greatest night of his short life thus far.
The hobo had been hanging around the junction most of
“What were you talking about with him “ , Aishwarya interrogated.