She could never think of herself as easy. She had not been brought up that way. She did not not love her husband. She loved him. Of course she did. But when a man put his arms around her, and his chest was broad, and he was tall, strong, comforting, and comfortable, and his voice
She couldn’t have stood closer to me if she were an Italian businessman. The top of her blonde head came to my nose, her sky blue eyes to my chin. I had to bend my head quite a bit to really see her face. Perfect white teeth framed by sexy pink lips smiled up at
He had not known his lover long, but he did know that she was a very private and careful woman. He did not know where she lived or even whether she was married. All he knew was she was incredibly sexual and sensuous. Oh, he had been with younger and more beautiful women in his
A recent posting about a couple doing a sperm sample reminded me of the time my ex-wife and I did the same. I had gone to our two story town house for lunch, and she surprised me with the whole thing. Perhaps she thought I’d be nervous or insulted, I don’t know. Anyway she told
You get to the party at 9:45 PM, and started mingling, looking for friends or someone you knew. Since it was one of your coworkers house, your found a couple of buddies near the pool table where I was. You saw me, and remembered you had seen me before. You saw me on the New
“Tasha! May I cum?” he exclaimed as he grimaced. Natasha smiled. “No, David. Don’t cum yet!” she pumped her hips slowly, and loved the feel of his desperate and hard cock inside her. He was bound to the bed. She was on top, propped up on her elbows, her naked legs alongside his, her face
My wife Anita is a slut. I’ve always known it, but for years she thought she was keeping it a secret from me. I didn’t mind because I like it that she is a slut. Recently I revealed that I knew, and after that revelation I had her in a position where she was going
I’ll admit it: the first six months after my divorce I was like a blind dog on Viagra , ready, willing, and able to jump on anything female. You see, I’d been married for almost 10 years to a good-looking but very uptight and very frigid woman; at 37, I was finally free and clear
“You… were… great” Colette whispered as she nuzzled my neck and planted little kisses behind my ear. I lifted my tired, sweaty body one last time, just high enough to kiss her on the lips. “I love you baby” I sighed, exhausted but contented. Colette didn’t repeat my statement, nor did she even acknowledge it.
“Are you guys having a good time?” Danielle inquired, looking up from her book. The two guys grinned. “Yes…” the first guy, Daniel from Accounting, sighed. Of course, this wasn’t the first of Danielle’s “events” which Daniel had attended. “Yeah…it was a great idea to have a company beach party…” agreed his pal from the
I’m an average looking guy from Orange County, CA who has been reading all these stories on the net for years and felt it’s time to finally tell my story. I should probably mention that I had always had a major thing for Asian women. Growing up in California, it’s not hard to find hot
I’ve always been a sound sleeper. It probably has a lot to do with my mom’s lifestyle, and with our respect for each other’s privacy. It’s not that I taught myself to sleep deeply so I wouldn’t have to hear her coming in at all hours of the night, or so I wouldn’t have to
My name is Teresa and I have an obsession with vibrators and other sex toys. I own 78 different dildo’s and 26 vibrators of many different sizes and shapes. Some of them are smooth and made of hard materials like metal or glass. Other’s are made of a slick rubbery substance. I even have one
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
I thought life was pretty bad before Mom brought Edward home. I would learn over the next months that my life up ’til then was heaven compared to what life with Edward turned out to be. In some ways grew up pretty fast. I can’t remember a time when Mom wasn’t drinking or drunk, I