I’m a 21-year-old software engineer from the UK. I’m addicted to watching some reality shows ( I cannot think of anything else I could possibly get off to ), and owning all my favorite videogames. I live in a small apartment with just my little sister. Our parents have given us all the material possessions
“You keep teasing me with that story. Why don’t you make it happen for me?,” I tell my man in the afterglow. “Or perhaps for both of us? You have often told me you would like me to watch another man blow you.” “I will baby, I have just the man in mind. I often
Jason let out a soft despairing sigh. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right. His co-worker and friend Paul had suggested to him that he try out Tinder and, to begin with at least, he’d loved the idea of it, see a girl, read her profile and if you felt compatible, swipe right, if
I looked out on to the balcony where Maddy was laying sunbathing, her top off. On closer inspection I could that she was wriggling in her lounge chair. Her hand was squeezing and pulling her left nipple as her other hand dipped down past the brick work. I’m guessing it was going to work on
My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. You’re wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an understated and simple silver buckle, black trousers, black socks, and expensive black Italian leather shoes. You look so
I was four-years-old when the neighbors had a baby. I only vaguely remember them bringing her home for the first time. They had named their baby girl Sally. I remember being taken by my parents to the neighbor’s house to meet Sally. Her mom called my mom on the phone and asked us to come
When I was 16 years old, my family and I were staying at a hotel for Spring Break that also happened to be the location of a BBW Bash, basically a hookup and relaxation and week-long party for fat women and people who like them. My parents tried to ignore it, but I was fascinated.
Ramona was sick to death of anal, every night, anal, anal, anal. When she married Ralph, she knew he was a good salesman and proud of his persistence. But even he knew that you can’t sell every customer. She must have told him a thousand different ways by now that no matter what he said
I rolled into the Bay area about four in the afternoon. Traffic was horrid, it was a hot day in California to say the least, and my patients had about run thin. Following the directions on my GPS system, within an hour I pulled in behind the mall to the delivery area. I found the
Peter heard the click clack of high heels on the stone floor of the cellar coming towards him. He was naked and tied to a bench, his arms were tied to the side, his feet with his knees bent were tied to the legs. His back rested on the black rubber covered seat. He knew
The New England autumn rain had stopped by the time I drove the rental south on Route 95 back toward my hotel. It was late and the taillights of the few cars on the highway shone on the wet pavement ahead of me. I had traveled back to my home town to visit family. Not
My Ex Nicoletta telling me she was now a lesbian was not a massive shock as she had been spending a lot of time with a friend and I had noticed and suspected a little but this was still a surprise. I knew she had something to tell me and had sat me down with
So I went to school, got bullied like always, the same 3 big guys, they are one year over my grade, one escorted me in the bathroom, they told me to get undress, I told them, come on guys, do we have to do this every time? They said, Yes, we have too, in till
I had been distracted by her all night. In fact, I was paying more attention to her than I was to my bow- ling. I was watching how her jeans just hugged the curves of her ass. Every time she got up to bowl I was mesmerized, and it wasn’t long before my score reflected
Over the past ten years I’ve come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year old from the Bible Belt to, with the possible exception of my Aunt Sally, the best cock sucker and blowjob artist to be found. I left home when I was 18 to attend college in southern California. My