The extensive exchange of details of our next session were emblazoned in my mind and yes, definitely my pussy!! When one of my friends asked if I would help him realize one of his role-playing fantasies, imagine how thrilled I was to learn that I would be realizing one of my own naughty, nasty role-playing fantasies!!
Description: A young Asian Player (aZiaN PLaYa in street slang) lusting after and screwing the different Asian hotties in his life.
Her name was Melanie. Her beauty was legend. Men came from miles around just for the chance to bathe themselves in her graceful aura.
My mother and I had been living alone in our small house in the country side for as long as I can remember. We only had each other (although our recent addition was a little kitten called princess) and always got along perfectly with little to no fighting, we hugged alot and spoke about everything. She would always demand a kiss on her cheek before I left for school in the mornings and another before going to sleep. I was 15 at the time with average looks, my mother was in her late 50s. She had long blonde hair down to her shoulders and a curvy figure, a little bit chubby. Back then there was not much sexuality in the air among the other kids at my school, some of us would still giggle at words such as penis and vagina, others had a partner but would only ever go as far as kissing and holding hands. We didnt have playboy mags or the internet for porn. Summer holidays came and I decided to stay at home with my mother to just sit back and relax with some television and soda, most of my friends all went to camps or trips; I honestly couldnt wait to just stay at home and do nothing. I didnt have to worry about homework, I didnt have to worry about getting up early to get ready for school, I didnt have to worry about anything.
I am a blonde-haired 35 year old mom to be. I am 1,74m (5ft 7) tall and rather heavy with 78kg (172lbs) and have c-cup sized breasts. I am light skinned with dark blond hair.
Clara awoke to hear a low humming sound all around her. She opened her eyes and was shocked to find that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her legs splayed, on a cool plastic bed that gently pulsed with white light. The bed was situated in the middle of a large, circular control room, with many panels and computer screens all along the walls. Some of the computer screens were displaying random alien text; others were showing images of outer space.
It was the wildest party I had ever hosted.
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!
Scott has been in love with Tabitha, the single mother next door, almost since the first day he moved in. The problem is that Tabitha is in love with someone else a married man who has all the right excuses for why hes still with his wife. And then one snowy Christmas Eve…
“500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on…”
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
It was Christmas Eve, 2015, and, in Heritage, California, it was about as cold as it ever got. The mercury was hovering in the mid-thirties and a cold, freezing rain, driven by an artic wind from a low-pressure system over Oregon, was falling all over the area. There were reports that snow was falling as low as one thousand feet in the nearby Sierra Nevada foothills, dusting the exclusive Heritage suburbs of Cypress Hills and Andiron. There were even cautious predictions that as the temperature continued to drop in the late evening and early morning hours that snow might fall in Heritage itself. If true, this would be an extremely rare occurrence. At an average elevation of forty feet, Heritage had only received measurable snowfall six times in recorded history. And never had it snowed on Christmas.
Suzi was a stunningly beautiful young woman with
It was ten-thirty on a beautiful April morning when Conchi Thorne, the woman in Apartment 6-B, looked at her nude self in the bathroom mirror. She was preparing herself for Keith Broys who would come to her at eleven.
Mike McBride was driven to adultery by his inability to satisfy his lustful appetite with his wife. Even though he loved her, he craved certain acts which she absolutely refused to participate in. But then, activating his desires on others only made him crave his wife more. It was she he wanted to do these things to. What Mike didnt know was that his wife had been involved in lascivious behavior before they met. Would he find out? Only if she didnt pay the blackmailer.
The end justifies the means. How many times have we heard that expression? And how many people act as if that were their sole moral code?
This is a long story. I considered publishing it in parts but decided to go ahead and submit it all at once. It is a story of a man and woman whose marriage has become dull and mundane. The husband talks the wife into a game that changes their lives. He had always harbored a secret desire to see her with other men. In the end, he gets that and more. You should pass this story by if you dont like long stories, or stories about slut wives. However, if enough people like this story, I may do a second part. Gary
FUCK YOU you stupid, ungrateful MOTHERFUCKER!
From the backstage wings of the Lucky Nuggett lounge-stage Victor Redgrave studied Sherry Trent (that was her stage name) as she held the boozed and gambling-weary Las Vegas audience spellbound. Even at sixteen, his daughter Sherry had stage presence that some veteran singers might envy. Guitar in hand, her fringed, white western attire so tight-fitting it had the male members of the audience open-mouthed, Sherry held the entire audience in a near-hypnotic trance. Charisma, some critics called it. Victor knew it was sex-appeal. Whatever it was, Sherry had it — in spades — that and an incredible vocal talent that had raised her Nevada price to four-thousand dollars a week.
The bright morning sun streaming through the window shone straight into my eyes, waking me but preventing me from seeing anything. I cupped a hand against my forehead to shade the glare, and looked around to get my bearings. My bed was twin-sized, the mattress not too comfortable, the sheets clean-smelling but threadbare. There was one chair and a sink and toilet in the corner. The grid pattern of the sun on my bed clearly represented bars, but I could tell that this room was too fancy, if you can imagine that, too fancy to be a jail cell; certainly, it didnt look as sparse and forbidding as the cell I had occupied one night not too long ago. My nightgown did not look familiar; it looked more like a hospital gown.
Description: A young versatile university PhD professor is tired of being the object of derision as the pocket protector guy. When offered an opportunity to join a unique company, he takes a chance and enjoys the transition.
Nancy Goodman softened in her boyfriends embrace and held her mouth up for a kiss, shivering as she felt his right hand slip from her waist toward her bulging blouse. Henry Walton was rather good looking and smooth, she liked to date him, he was the right age for her, twenty-one to her seventeen, but somehow the sparks did not really fly when they were together.
Hes a police helicopter pilot. His partner and best friend is a lesbian. What happens when the two of them get invited for a date with Destiny?
Im a senior in high school now and for the last two years, Ive been an orderly at our local hospital as part of my schools co-operative education program. I get class credit for working at the hospital three afternoons a week. Mostly, I just do routine stuff like push people around in wheel chairs and make rounds with the cart of magazines for patients.