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.
As I got out of my car my skirt rode up, showing off my shapely legs, which Im told are my best feature. I quickly smoothed my skirt back down, thankful that I was in my driveway and not in the parking lot at work. Stupid skirt, I thought. Still, Im pretty sure it had earned me a couple of raises over the years, so I continued to wear it regularly.
Always one to date thin, tight-bodied girls, I was between girlfriends
I have been a panty sniffer for many years with my first experience starting in high school. I sniffed my friends sisters panties and I practically came in my pants within the first 15 seconds. This story comes about 5 years later.
This story started a while back when we were in our 30s. My name is Alfredo, people call me Fred. My parents immigrated from Mexico, so for a Latino to be 5’ 9” is quite is actually quite tall. I was 36 and my wife Aileen is taller than I am. Aile is a Caucasian woman with Irish roots and much taller than me, I have a very successful financial consulting business, that allow for Aile to stay home and sometimes helps me out. Aile is a very slender and sexy woman, the minute a man sees her, men’s dicks get hard, this is not an understatement, that’s one reason I married her. Aile was 33 at the time, she is 6’1”, shoulder length red hair and green eyes, great body, legs up to her ass, and perky tits, she doesn’t even look like the mother of our twin sons.
The Sisters Savoy they were known as, when they had their nightclub act. They sang and danced and told funny stories about growing up triplets. They were each as beautiful as the other, even though they were never that famous. I broke up the act you see, when mom became pregnant with me. That bulging belly broke the symmetry of the three and they never got back into show biz after that. Susan, my mother, married my dad, a local hardware store owner. Shortly after, Aunt Sylvia wed a rich man, who died when his private plane went down, a few years back. Aunt Sally hitched her wagon to a long distance truck driver, who was seldom in town.
Chapter One – The Beginning
Further adventures of Ken, Meghan, and Jo from A Correct Destiny. I have written this story so it is not necessary to have read the original novel to enjoy and understand it, although it will no doubt be enhanced if you have/do.
There is a lady I frequently see at Church. She is older than I, late 50s I guessed. Sandy brown hair to her shoulders. She dresses stylishly, suggesting that she came from money and still possesses it. She is pretty enough for her age, and her figure, though well rounded, remains very feminine. She often sits at the back of the church behind all the other church goers, alone with the exception of a young man that others say is her grandson.
Me and my ex-husband Chris had recently met an old fuck buddy of his when he was 15 years old . A light skinned homely looking black woman with wide hips and a nice thick ass and thighs. My husband Chris impregnates her and I meet my future relatives
My story happened almost three years ago this
As I walked to the counter to return some library books I was brought up short, the girl…well, woman waiting to service me took my breath away; and I have no idea why. I like my ladies tall, slender and dark complexioned with black hair. This lady was probably five feet nothing tops, red headed with a complexion like clotted cream. A spray of freckles over her pert little pug nose, emerald green eyes and full heavy breasts and she was round, I mean everything seemed to be round. Her glasses were round, her breasts were grapefruit sized orbs, her bottom cheeks perfect moons; she was nothing like my idea of the ideal woman yet I was smitten.
It was on a sunny, hot summer day. Hanging out with my squad on a lake shore in my hometown in Switzerland, we were just fooling around, playing football and bathing both in the sun and in the lake.
Geez, I know all that, Mom! Ill be OK, really,
Brother and sister are caught making out by their
Back when I let Mr. Vargas write the first story,