Well this was supposed to be summer, and all it seemed to do was rain. We had been trying to get a long weekend away for the last couple of months. Finally, the forecast was looking good for the forthcoming weekend, so arrangements were made. My husband and I decided to go down south for
Since our marriage, her adventures have nearly stopped. On rare occasion she’s slept with other men, but it’s much harder to meet safe men than it was at school. Condoms are no fun – I want men to use my wife, abuse her and treat her like the slut she is. Cum oozing out of
I never thought we would ever really do it… ever really have sex with another couple. But, we did! And, the World didn’t come to a crashing end. In fact, our relationship is better than ever today, both in and out of the bedroom. And, it’s all because of a board game. Thank you Titillation!
My wife, Annie, was brought up in a strict home, and hadn’t even been French-kissed until our first date in college. She was a virgin on our wedding night, and though we fucked only twice, we had sim- ultaneous orgasms the first time. Annie’s was so powerful she screamed. She also came very hard on
This is a story about a typical housewife, with a typical family in a typical suburban setting. The 32 year old housewife’s name is Christi. Christi shares a house with her husband Mike, that’s me, and our 5 year old son. Christi is an exotic beauty with long dark hair and lovely big brown eyes.
I took my wife out on Saturday night, it was our anniversary and she’d agreed to dress up the way I liked her to dress which was a rear event. She put her make up on and her red lipstick. Her dress was a glittering red dress with spaghetti shoulder straps. It allowed to see
Hi, Cathy again. I promised if I got some response I’d submit some of my original ELG stories. I was actually a bit surprised at the favorable responses. I thought my stories would interest other girls more than guys and that most of the readers are guys. I wonder if there’s any way to sort
On arriving home after her first visit to the men’s toilet, Colette had spent over an hour under the shower, washing every inch of her body over and over again. She lathered and washed her hair several times and performed every necessary action to make sure that she was cleaned up. She douched herself several
Colette had no doubt that her husband Jacinto, loved her very dearly. She nevertheless knew that, in spite of his love, he liked to see her being abused and degraded. This being the case, she was understanding when her husband told her that he had arranged for her to be abused by two men that
Natalie Bradshaw was a juvenile delinquent. At least, that’s what her mother called her all the time. She didn’t mean to get into trouble; it just seemed to happen to her. Maybe it was the friends she hung out with, like her Mom kept saying. But she liked Livia and Brad, and she wasn’t going
It’s Bobbi. For those of you who haven’t been follow- ing my letters to this newsgroup, I am a 5’1″, 105 lb athletic, who has taken to showing off my body to liven up my sex life. I have shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes, and I like to think that my 34A-22-34 figure
Like I said, I love to show off my body. I just get the biggest thrill when I catch a guy looking at my nipples or pussy. I even do a lot of bending over in short skirts for the guys at work. Actually, if you’ve been keeping up with my adventures, you know that
My name’s Angela. I’m a slut and a swinger and I make no apologies for it. I’ve read many stories on the ‘net about Cap d’Agde Naturiste Village and have enjoyed them. Not because they were funny or outrageous but because they were so very similar to my first trip. A strong feeling of deja
In my last letter, I told you how my husband Tom had made me show off my body in a gas station, a grocery store, a pharmacy, and an adult book store. At the end of that letter, I was in the back seat of a car with Tom (my husband) driving, on my way
Karen Stark awoke at the sound of her boyfriend, Joe, gargling in the bathroom. He’d been up for the better part of an early morning hour while she slept to the sounds of his preparations for leaving. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year. A mutual friend had brought them together because,