It’s easy to point someone else out as a slut. It’s almost always a female, but of course it can be an effeminate male. Usually you’re pointing out someone you don’t know or were rebuffed by, intimidated by or are jealous of. Many women labelled as sluts get this label because they have slept with
Tim was just 17 coming up to 18 and becoming more aware of just how different he was to other boys. Tim was the only child to a single mum called Tara, Tara Rose. Tara was not very tall at five foot four; with long blond hair green eyes and wonderful natural 34H tits that
Julia looked up from my fresh, tongue cleaned crotch, awaiting instruction. I smiled and extended my hands. She rose, smiling and held them. She was glowing. “Go shower off now. I’m going to order up some coffee and talk to your employer,” I said, gesturing to where I knew the hidden camera was. Julia did
Cynthia flushed. Her heart leapt and she found herself short of breath. She had just finished getting ready for church. This was the first time that she had gone to church with Jeff and she had been a little surprised when he had asked her. They had not been going steady very long, but there
Hello once again. I’ve got another story for you. This happened when I was almost 19, while I was at summer camp. The camp I went to, while coed, had the guys and the girl separated (separated barracks, showers, groups, activities, ect.). So, other than the few hours of “free” time, joint activities and dances,
In her diary, she wrote: I’ve been thinking a lot about kinkiness and perversion lately. What’s normal? What’s just kinky, and what is out-and-out perverted? Normal people, I guess, like simple, normal sex. Man-woman vaginal intercourse stuff, with a little oral thrown in for variety. Kinky people like their sex with a twist, maybe with
We didn’t have sex all week. Jan’s sex drive had kicked into overdrive and she had wanted it three to four times a week. However, I wanted her to be really horny by the time the weekend arrived. Bob called on Thursday and said we were to meet him at 5pm at the same restaurant
My wife, Jan, and I have been married for 7 years. We are both 28 years old. She is an extremely attractive natural redhead who measures 36-24-35, with between a B and C cup, depending on the time of month, flat belly that indents from her hip bones, a narrow waist, and when laid back
From top to bottom, Wendy was sexuality. Her long brown hair, deep brown eyes, luscious red lips, pert breasts, slim waist, tight ass, and long legs all added up to a body that was to die for. And she knew how to use it. Simply walking across a room was all that was usually needed
“God, I love your body,” Audrey murmured. “I love fucking you.” Beside her, Mala smiled gently, her lovely face suffused with excitement. She moved her head closer to Audrey’s and kissed her deeply. Audrey closed her eyes, her body trembling with excitement. Mala’s delicate, slender fingers roamed Audrey’s naked body, cupping and fondling her swollen
It was a pretty typical day for me….I was running errands and shopping for groceries, with plans to fix dinner for my husband and me for after he got home from work. I was halfway between the market and home when I saw the check-engine light start flashing on the dash, and I could hear
She sat in his lap, hands tied behind her back. “Ask me to fuck you” His words sounded so dark and naughty as he pulled her naked body against his. She averted her eyes and shook her head no. He moved forward and ran the tip of his rock hard cock up the back of
Diane was lying in her tub with the water pick gently spraying her open cunt. She was older but still good looking and was thinking of her last young boy. She knew that young boys had powerful hormones and, if you didn’t scare them away, they were fucking machines. She was lonely now that the
I’ve been sitting here crying for the last few hours. I know a man isn’t supposed to cry but I just can’t help myself. You see I love my wife very much. I love her with every fiber of my being and that is why I can’t understand why I make her do what I
We had being drinking all night at a local bar and ended up back at Bob’s place for a last drink and a smoke. Bob’s wife Jane was out with her girl friends and I was disappointed as I had wanted to meet her, after all he had told me about her she sounded hot