It was the late afternoon on a Friday, and I was sitting at my desk at work counting down the minutes until the start of the weekend. My buddy, Ken, poked his head in the doorway to my office. “Hey, you gonna make it to the big boss man’s wedding tomorrow?” Ken asked. “Oh shit! I forgot. I guess. Do we have a choice?” I asked. “They’re calculating bonuses next week, so no, not really.” Ken replied. “Dammit. Well, then yes, I guess I’ll be there.” I said. It had completely slipped my mind that my sadistic boss, Alan, was getting married that weekend. I had already made plans to get out of town for a couple of days, but now I was going to have to cancel my plans and go to Alan’s wedding. “He’s an asshole, but at least the alcohol’s free.” Ken said. “Yea, that’s some consolation. Have you even met his fiancée?” I asked. “Nope. I haven’t met her, but I hear she’s smoking hot.” Ken answered, “I’m outta here. See you tomorrow.” “Later,” I said. Ken looked around, and made sure no one saw him leaving early, and he hurriedly walked to the door and snuck out. About ten minutes later, I crept out too. Later, that evening, I decided to pop into my neighborhood bar for a beer. I walked into the crowded bar, and took a seat on a barstool at the end of the bar. I got about halfway through my first beer, and my cell phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it. “Hello?” I said. “Hey, yeah. It’s your boss, Alan. I’m glad you answered. Hey, I’m busy, so I need you to …
Hot College Roomie
Because I was on the swim team when I arrived for my first year of college I found myself housed in a large dorm building with other athletes. My roommate, Jerry, was on a football scholarship. We got along well together right from the start even though we are polar opposites. I am white and from a small farming community in the upper Midwest and Jerry is black and grew up in a major city in the South. His high school graduating class was nearly three times the size of the entire student body of my school back home. I weighed 180 pounds and was lean and taut, a typical swimmer's build. Jerry was thick and muscular. We both were 6" 4", but Jerry had to have another 15 to 20 pounds of muscle on his tight body. I already had some discreet experiences of sex with a few guys back home, but none of them would hold a candle to Jerry. I was in instant lust from the moment we met. It also didn't help that he liked to hang out in the dorm in just a pair of loose gym shorts. Sometimes when he'd return from the showers, he'd unwrap his towel to slip into some shorts and I'd furtively sneak a peek at his huge cock. He was cut, about ten or so inches, and pretty plump. His ball sac looked large and full. He was the total package and the source of all my jack off fantasies that first week. Then the fateful day finally arrived on our first full weekend at school. Jerry was looking for some flier we'd received about a frat party coming up the next night. I reminded him we put it up on the …
Moms Man Of The House
June 14th – the first day of summer vacation, and Nick Williams was going to make the most of it. Leaving high school behind, the 17 year-old wanted nothing more than to hang around the house until autumn and his first year at Westchester University. Nick went into the f****y's den and rummaged through the DVD cabinet, eventually choosing one of the racier selections. In fact, it was actually porn, truth be told – though of the "soft core" variety. He popped it in, unzipped his jeans and slowly masturbated as he watched the couple on the TV make passionate love. He didn't hear his mother come down the stairs. Pamela Williams, dressed in tight grey sweats and a white tee shirt, was about to go for a workout in the gym in the garage, but was curious what Nick was up to. She walked over to the den's doorway, and watched her son caress his immense rock hard cock. She smiled. Nick knew his mom was standing there and he turned, grinning at her from the love seat. "Good morning, Nicholas," Pamela chirped. "Well, I was going to pump some weights in the garage, but this looks like a lot more fun." She sauntered over and joined her son on the couch, slipping her hand over her son's huge swollen balls. She then turned her attention to the TV. "Oh, I love this film. It's so sexy and romantic." They watched the film together while Pamela masturbated her son. The lovers onscreen climaxed and Pamela sighed contently, stretching over to kiss her son on the lips. Nick returned the kiss, …
Episode 44 – Jenny Fucks on the Plane
Hi I'm Jenny Cumslut's journal. Jenny loves to see her name in print, in the sluttiest stories imaginable. I live under Jenny's pillow, and she writes in me most nights describing her filthy thoughts. She just adores sex. Sex with men, sex with women, sex with an1mals. Her cunt is constantly driving her behaviour. Jenny's latest entry is all about a trip to the Lake District in England to visit the Experimental Breeding Farm, and have sex with Sam, Amy, Lucy, Scarlet and the lovely young colt with the 42 cm cock she saw on Facetime.Farm Visit Jenny couldn’t wait to visit the Lake District farm; Sam calmed down her impatience with weekly video chats in the nude and a regular supply of emailed photographs. Jenny printed these off and stuck them into the journal like a porno scrapbook. Jenny demanded regular photographs of the colt, as he was growing so fast. The tip of his magnificent cock nearly touched the ground, when it wasn't being massaged by Sam. Most nights Jenny dreams of that cock – so thick it stretches her cunt beyond belief. Jenny can feel every bulging vein deep in her stomach, the colt crouched over her, slamming that magnificent cock into her, pulling back for a moment to tease her, then pounding back in. Jenny’s thighs quiver on every thrust, her cunt a mess of natural lubricant, her tits buried in the rough straw bale she is resting on. One last impaling and Colt rears up, ejaculating madly, filling Jenny’s cunt to overflowing with his red-hot sticky horse …
The Last Flight Chapter 9
Very quickly but with great care, the two nurses lifted me gently into the wheel chair, guiding my leg and ensuring it was properly supported. “What is it?” I demanded, “Is she… has she…?” They didn't answered but busied themselves with getting me comfortable and then, when they were satisfied, wheeled me rapidly from my side ward and out into the main corridor. A few minutes later, my heart pounding with trepidation, we arrived at the intensive care ward. The curtains were drawn around Jemima's bed and I could hardly breathe as the nurse who was pushing me stopped and waited whilst the other went through. I could hear voices, speaking rapidly but quietly, in French and could understand nothing, no matter how hard I strained. Suddenly, I caught a phrase I could understand. One of the voices said quite clearly: “Non, c'est mort!” Dead! She was dead! I just sat, numb, shocked. I looked up at the nurse who was still behind me, hands patiently on the handles of my chair. She just looked down at me and smiled. I could read nothing in her eyes as my own began to well up. I had to see Jemima and began to push myself up out of the seat. Firm hands on my shoulders held me gently but firmly in place. “Non, Mademoiselle, s'il vous plait.” At that moment the curtain parted and the first nurse put her head through, indicating to the second that she could bring me through. My heart was almost stopping and I held my breath as we passed through the gap. Jemima lay motionless upon her …
Katies Penance
He first noticed her when they passed in the hallway of his company. Her sweet shy smile as she passed him and the slight blush of her cheeks meant his eyes devoured her. His eyes never left her even after she passed. He watched her ass in her tight black pencil skirt, his eyes drifting down her legs covered in black stockings and black heels. He knew right then and there that he had to have her. Her scent still filled his nostrils as he strolled right passed Joe Madison’s secretary and into his office. Joe’s irritation was noticeable as someone just entered his office without knocking until he looked up and saw Mr. J.R. Carrington standing before him. Joe quickly jumped up from his chair and extended his hand to Mr. Carrington. J.R. ignored his hand and sat down in the chair across from his desk. “The new girl in the sales department, who is she?" he asked. “Katie Simon,” Joe responded, questioningly. “She is quite an addition to the department, Sir.” “Hmmm… Katie Simon,” J.R. sighed softly as he rubbed his chin. “This is what is going to happen Monday morning, Joe,” J.R. said as he laid out his new plan and job for Katie Simon. *********************************************************************** She had been working in her new job for a few months, in the sales department of a very large corporation. She had her own office and had made several large contract sales, so when she was told on Monday morning that her boss wanted to see her in his office, she was expecting …
First time I made love to my girl
The story is small. I hope you can cum pretty hard reading this story. I was walking alone thinking about all the worries I had, and I got a text from my new girl friend that her parents had gone out. I told her I wasn't feeling like . She invited to her house and said I should be there by 10 PM I said okay looked at my watch I had an hour. I drove till her house and went in. She looked stunning even though she was just wearing shorts and a T-shirt. She has good breasts. She's pretty short and I'm pretty tall. I'm Charlie by the way. And her name is Janine. We sat down to watch a movie. We talked for a while and she asked me what was wrong. I usually bottle up my feelings and she said that I could trust her. I said I know that and went away to get the DVD. She asked me to leave it there and follow her to the room and that she had a surprise. I looked at her cute and round ass while following her. God, I was pretty hard now. I tried to hide and followed. She turned back and hugged me and asked me what was wrong. The way she squeezed me. Oh I might have squeezed a drop or two from my dick. I told I just couldn't tell her. We looked at each other and kissed. At first it was just a regular kiss on the cheek. She touched my lips with hers. Opened it a lil bit and let her slice her lower lip between mine. She held my chest hesitantly with one hand, and I held her neck and slipped in a tongue. There was a lot of tension increasing. My crotch became bigger. I was so horny. I tried …
The Last Flight. Chapter 15
“Françoise! What on earth? I mean…” I was so astounded to see her there that my jaw literally fell open. “What do you mean, 'with us'?” She smiled broadly as she replied. “Your f…, she paused, glancing sideways at the director, “Monsieur Farmer,” she quickly corrected herself, “telephoned me yesterday afternoon and explained what had happened. Although it is short notice I have agreed that you can stay with me and my girls for a time where you can relax and recover at your own pace.” “Really?” I said, still unable to believe this amazing turn of events and looked at both my dad and the director for confirmation. They were both smiling and the director spoke first. “It seems the best option for the immediate future,” he said, “Matron Blanchard has the space and experience to look after you until you are able to return home.” “I don't know what to say, I am in your hands. Thank you,” I answered. “There is something else,” Françoise continued. “I talked with Doctor Harlow before I left last night. He said he had been afraid that something like this may happen and he will help as much as he can to make you better.” I nodded. “He did say he had considerable experience with such conditions,” I agreed. “Then it is settled then,” the Director confirmed, “An ambulance will take you back to the station for the train to Limoges and I will personally liaise with Matron Blanchard for your treatment.” The journey back to Limoges was uneventful. The two nurses who had accompanied me on …
Jamaican Resort Day 6
This was our last day at the resort. Tonight there will be a farewell party. The next morning at breakfast everyone was buzzing about how brazen we had been. We told them nothing. Carol was wearing her see through bikini top and a pareo wrapped low on her hips. There was a lot of flirting. Carol flirted right back, touching, leaning into and flashing. Carol leaned into Mike and rubbed her tits on his arm while stroking his leg. When Carol shifted or crossed her legs she showed nothing but bare skin. We held hands under the table. We needed to make a plan for the day, beach, Jacuzzi, pool, or town. We decided to go into town. I put on a pair of jeans and Carol stayed in her bikini top and pareo. I went to the reception desk and said we wanted a cab to town and we needed someone to pick us up later. After a short wait an old junker of a car pulled up and a young guy got out and opened the door for us. He asked, "Where to." We said we just wanted to look around the town and have some fun. He said, "I know just the place." He took us to a large open air market. He said, "You can buy or see anything you want here." We strolled around shopping and taking in all the sights and smells of local Jamaica. While we were at a juice bar a young dreadlocked man came up to us and whispered, "Ganja?" We looked at each other and thought why not? He led us through the crowd, occasionally putting his hands on Carol's bare back. We ended up at a thatched roof beach side shack. There was reggae …
KAW #2 Christmas Detour
Christmas Detour ——————————————————————————————————– The cold wind blew unmercifully hard as Gordon walked against it, hugging his long coat tightly to his muscular body, his blond unkempt hair flapping in the breeze. A passing car's lights outlined the man as he trugged toward the diner, I just need a bite to eat, then I'll be ok he thought. The bell jingled when he walked in the door, the few patrons looked up briefly taking in the new arrival, finding nothing interesting the quickly averted their eyes back to their meals. Gordon sat at the counter taking a dog eared menu, flipping it over he saw that his choices weren't that varied. Sighing, Gordon waited for the older waitress to disentangle her self from her conversation. Gordon ordered bacon and eggs, they were the cheapest and shit they were expensive to him, looking around he evaluated the patrons. At a table behind him were an older couple, they looked to have been married for a very long time, damn he hadn't heard them argue one time, how the hell did they manage not to? The man had longish white hair a short, very short white beard and a round belly which suggested that he didn't go hungry. The woman looked as old as the man her white hair neat and well groomed, she had a sweet grandmother look about her as she peered over her little glasses at the man. At the other end of the counter sat a young woman, sipping a cup of coffee, she looked skinny …
Lindas Punishment Locked Door
Linda looked at herself in the bathroom mirror as she slowly unbuttoned her wet blouse. She could still smell the faint smell of urine as she looked at her breasts, the shirt dropping to the floor in front of her. Silently she reached down and rubbed her hands over them, sliding her fingers around her nipples. Her lips moistened as she started to pull the zipper of her skirt down. “Linda honey?” she felt her body stiffen as her father called out to her. “Linda, honey, are you okay?” She reached for a towel to cover her body. “Yes daddy, I’m fine,” she answered as she wrapped the towel around her and tucked it between her breasts. She heard the handle of the door rattle. “Why is the door locked?” her father asked her sternly. “I’m sorry daddy, I wasn’t thinking,” Linda answered, quickly reaching out to the door to unlock and open it. She looked up at her father, he was obviously angry with her. “Here I came to tell you how much I appreciated what you just did for me, helping me get a promotion and everything and then you blatantly ignore our house rules.” Her father reached his hand behind her head and pulled her hair. She felt the shivers of pain flowing through her scalp as he pulled her head back. “Come with me,” he pulled her towards her parent’s bedroom and tossed her onto his bed. She fumbled with the towel trying to keep it wrapped around her. “Caroline,” she heard her father call out, “Caroline!” “Yes dear,” she heard her mother walked into the bedroom. “Caroline, your …
The Girl Next Door
“Who did you? Well, besides the whole football team,” Mark said. “ha ha!” I said and paused for a second. “Oh, wait I forgot. Fuck you.” “Let’s see. You started with Tony. He was a linebacker and dumb as hell. I’m kind of amazed he could even string together two words to ask you out.” In his best caveman imitation Mark said. “Ma… Ma… Mackenzie… da… da… date… Toe…Toe… Tony tonight.” “You’re an asshole.” “How could you date that idiot?” “He’s really cute and has an amazing smile. Have you seen his Abs? You always say I’m superficial. He was all looks and no substance.” Ignoring me Mark continued, “Then you moved on to Mason. I don’t know if you moved up or down on the dating scale with Mason. The guy’s fucking huge. A defensive end, well, he was the entire defensive line. I mean people had to clear the hallway when he walked by. What did you ever see in him?” “He’s really sweet,” I said in my best ‘awwwww shucks, he’s cute and I’m fawning’ voice. Quickly returning to my normal voice, “Yeah, he’s not huge everywhere.” “Oh, no, no, that’s gross,” Mark protested. “No, seriously. His balls were tiny. I could hold both of them in the palm of my hand.” “I’m gonna be sick. You need to stop talking about his balls,” Mark said. “Do you want to know how big his dick is?” I asked holding my pinky finger in the air. With my other hand I covered the bottom half of my pinky finger to show it was only half the size. “Tiny!!” I silently mouthed. “Moving along before I vomit. …
Dilemma 3
On arising the next morning, I was surprised to find my partner making breakfast for me. A gesture she usually does, when sucking up to me, and there you have it. A kiss and a hug, and an apology – " I'm sorry love, I have been so moody, work has been very busy". All is forgiven, hah ! She knows how to manipulate me. But it was nice to chat normally again. She has always been a tease, and I must say when she is in the mood for sex, and I emphasize when, she really knows how to push my buttons. By the look in her eyes, and her affectionate manor, today might have been one of those rare days. Krystal said, " It's a shame we have to work today, a bit of play time might have been good for both of us, but I have to go to work now, and your working this afternoon, maybe I can wait up for you when you get home". I replied, " Yes, we both could do with a good session of fucking". But I knew from past experiences, she would be exhausted and asleep when I got home. It was then I decided, fuck work, I'm going to ring in sick and not tell her, and find a way to seduce and surprise her. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ At this point, I will introduce my partner Krystal, I want you the reader to identify her by her name, rather than my partner or she, all the time. Krystal manages a florist shop – a small but successful business. …
Wife is Taken and Fucked at Party
I should share Rachelle's first experience getting it outside of our marriage. We were at a Luau party when she had so much fun that Rachelle finally lost enough inhibitions to go a little further. It was actually a Yacht Club party. It was a different club than the one we belong to now. Being that it was a Luau theme party, she was only wearing a small flowery wrap type mini skirt and a tube type top that left the bottom of her tummy bare. Her shoes were low heeled beach sandals with a strap between her toes. They were kind of a casual to dressy flip flop if you will with small straps. I will never forget how sexy she was. Rachelle is a cute little petite thing. She likes her toes brightly painted and loves sexy feet. Her hair was up at the beginning of the night with flowers in her hair. I admit that she had an, "I'm fuckable" look to her. Or an attitude look that said "I'm sexy and I know it." Her skirt was short enough that her panties could be seen when she bent over good. That club had a history of wild parties, but we weren't usually among the wild participants. I had heard of sexual escapades, but never planned to take part. There were two known swinging couples. People didn't say too much about them and their lifestyle, but both of the husbands confirmed it by trying to invite us to the lifestyle. Actually, those two have nothing to do with what happened with my wife. We aren't regular heavy partiers, but I guess there are always exceptions. Rum drinks were flowing, …
A Hidden Lesson
Simon was despairing about when exactly he was going to lose his virginity. At eighteen years old, he was the only left in his social group at college who hadn’t lost their virginity. In fact, he had rarely experienced any sexual contact to speak of and he was getting pissed off listening to his friends stories about their carnal exploits. It wasn’t as if Simon wasn’t attractive. With deep frustration, he would look at himself in the mirror on a daily basis and wonder where he was going wrong. Simon was tall, approaching six foot two in height. He had a nice broad chest and shoulders and his physique was leaning more to that of an adult rather than a teenage boy. His shoulder length dark wavy hair framed his face and complimented his almond shaped brown eyes. He had been complimented once on his brooding appearance saying that he reminded them of Heathcliffe. Okay, that particular compliment had been delivered by his Aunt Mandy but she had slept with over a hundred and twenty eight people and she was only twenty eight years old. With that kind of fucking success ratio, surely she must know what’s she’s talking about? In fact, it was Mandy who had awakened Simon’s sexual thoughts. There had been a party held at home to celebrate his mother’s fortieth birthday. Mandy was his mother's younger sister and she point blank refused to let Simon call her Aunt Mandy. “God, just call me Mandy,” she’d exclaimed. “Aunt makes me sound positively prehistoric.” Simon’s mother, Alison, …
Phone Sex
We have talked about this for a while. I have expressed how I wanted to call you, during odd hours of the day and have phone sex with you. I have told you that it would just be me talking, and masturbating as you listened to me pleasure myself. You are away, visiting your family and I am so, very horny. I have decided to put it into action. "Hi baby," I say into the phone. I can hear you shift and groan as you begin to say something. "Shhhh. Don't say anything. Just listen." Everything is quiet on your side of the line. I smile. "Good. Now, if I ask you something, it will be a yes or no answer. If you want to say yes, press a number once. If you want to say no, press a number twice. Got it? Press a number once if you understand." *Beep* "Mmm. Good boy. Now that we have established the rules here, should we get started?" *Beep* "I miss you. A lot. I miss your cock inside of me. I miss everything about it. I miss the way it gets so hard or how good your pre-cum tastes. I have been so horny, thinking about you these past few days. I was thinking about waiting for you to come back and have you fuck me hard. But I’m such a bad girl. I can't wait any longer. I am naked, in bed. Do you want to hear me pleasure myself?" *Beep* "I knew it. Mmm. My nipples are so hard right now. They crave your hot mouth… but since you're not here right now… I know I should wait but I can’t take it, I have to play with them.” “Oooh, that feels good baby. Do you wish you could play with them?” …
my sexy mothers ass
I am a 14 year old boy living in egypt. My mother is a 40 year old married women , she has a preety average body not fat and thin ! She wears a hijab ( veil ) and tall clothes and never shows much of her skin and thats quite the case for about 95% of egyptian women !! She is a very respectful women and never showed her body !!! She has green eyes and a preety normal face . Also, small breast and a bit fat stomach but not a big issue because its really to realize that with her clothes on !! . The only thing that really stands out in her body is her ass ! She has a big fat ass that is just what any man in the world would want but the only problem is that she really doesnt show it at all !! You can never realize her big beautiful ass !! ( NOTE )Men in egypt look at women in quite a sexy outfit as a bit sluty since 95% of women wear unattractive clothes !! So basically men would be so thankful for a big sexy ass in street they really love it !! But then about 5 months ago she got a skirt ! At first it was really normal to me because it was long and fits her whole legs and it is not tight or lose either just preety normal !! But then i was going out with her for lunch at the club and she was wearing the skirt i looked at her while we were walking and then i saw her MARVELOUS ASS !! It was basically so beautiful !! The skirt is not tight at all accept to her big fat ass !! They were basically pointing out of her skirt begging for a penis to fit her hole !! At that moment i got …
Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN 3RD FRIDAY Mike gets up at four and Nina wakes so he's pleasantly delayed getting away to pick up Trudy until five. It's twenty after six when he pulls up to her door. She comes bouncing out and says, "You want my help you've got to give up these morning pieces of tail with your wife." She laughs and he says, "It wasn't my wife, it was my neighbor's wife." At that they both laugh. Mike guns the engine and they head for POCO. Trudy studies him before she says, "I'm thinking of moving to Chilliwack. A friend of mine called and she has a really nice place on Clark Drive but her girl friend got married and moved out. She wants me to share the house with her. Can we stop by there on the way?" "Will she be up yet?" "She said she would." "You told her I'd bring you over this morning?" "I figured I could talk you into it. We'll only live thirty minutes apart instead of an hour and a half." "It'll be a long drive to work." "Not if I'm working for you." "Honey, I don't have enough work to hire you full time." "If I'm going to be your mistress, you better be ready to pay my rent, you cad." "Don't you think this mistress thing has gone far enough?" "You don't want me. You just want to screw me and leave me. You’re a brute. I don't know why you turn me on so much." She slides across the seat and slips her hand along the inside of his thigh. Mike grins and says, "We'll see. How much is your share of the expenses?" "Three hundred a month and two hundred for me. For services …
HEAVY BREATHING
….I sat in a chair and watched Trish talk on her cell phone. I don’t think she could realize just how sexy her body and face had grown into. I secretly wished I looked like her at that age. I had watch her tits grow full, her legsfill out to stunningly beautiful, her hair grow long and she knew just how to fix it so sexy looking. I watched every male take a second look at her, and smile. She knew how to use her beauty to get what she wanted. She liked the male attention and flaunted her sexiness just enough to satisfy her……for a while. I heard her and her girlfriends talk in her room about who they would love to have sex with. That’s when I became concerned. Her male math teacher at school, was just one of a long list she wanted to have hot sex with. She named off a endless list of guys she wanted….and then I think I heard her whisper…..having sex…daddy…something, and they both giggled and the other girl said something about ‘she would too‘. I couldn’t help but think she wanted to have sex with her dad. I felt I had to do something as she was becoming way to horny and it sounded like she wanted to have sex with every male she met. It was time for a ‘mom and daughter’ talk about her desires. That night I had her crawl in bed with me for some ‘girl’ talk. She was pumped when I got on the subject of having sex with guys. She took over the conversation with intimate questions. She ask what is was like having sex with her dad. Now what do I do? I tried to change to talking …
Sue is blackmailed by a colleague
REVENGE – SUE IS DRUGGED AND VIDEOED Sue had at last upset the wrong person. Renowned for her aggression and air of superiority at work, she had many times tongue lashed her colleagues, often it has to be said, for good reason. By and large they were inefficient and incompetent and she did not suffer fools gladly. However, in this instance, although he was a fool, Barry was also cunning and plotted his revenge. It had to be personal and something he could share with the others who had witnessed his embarrassment. He hit on the ideal solution. Using the internet he soon located a supplier and sent off for the date rape drug which totally removed women's inhibitions and caused memory loss. He would slip this to her then take her to a man he knew who produced blue videos where she would be filmed in the most crude ways they could manage. The resulting video would be shown to his friends and bring him total revenge as well as the intense pleasure of seeing her used like this and having her however he wanted. Barry chose his day carefully. They were all going for a quick drink after work, to celebrate someone's birthday. It was the height of summer and they would be at a bar with outside tables where there would be crowds on the pavement. He had no difficulty slipping the required quantity into her glass of wine and as it took effect, it was easy to suggest to her that he would give her a lift and he lead her away without anyone noticing until some time later when they assumed …
MILF Blackmailed By Sons Friends
Jen stepped out of the shower and dried off looking at her reflection in the full length mirror. She liked what she seen in the mirror. At thirty seven her beauty was breathtaking and her body a physical delight. She looked ten years younger than her age and was always working out at the gym to keep in shape. She was five foot eight inches and had a body like a model. Her measurements were a perfect 34C x 23 x 35. Her long dark hair hung down to the top of her ass. Jen had everything a woman could want, a great husband, a fantastic son who had just started college and had a great future in front of him. Her husband was very wealthy and gave her everything she wanted, a huge house right on the beach, a new car every year, and a unlimited shopping budget. The only thing he did not provide and what she wanted so much was a hot, kinky sex life. John was very straight laced when it came to sex and just once a week it was a quickie in the missionary position. He did not get into oral sex and she had tried many times. She was so frustrated that he masturbated every chance she had thinking about her ex boyfriend that had been so kinky and pleased her in every way. She envied her lady friends who talked about their sex life all the time. Especially her best friend Catherine. She had confined in her that her husband enjoyed watching other men fuck her and she loved having three huge cocks at one. Hinting that she had even been with a few women. Jen's pussy always got so wet when her …
The After Seeding a Second Wave 1
The After Seeding a Second Wave 1 ——————————————————————————————————— One year after the Seeding 4 Mille had been having a hard time controlling their daughter, though she had the enhancements like her husband John, she still didn't have the control that he did. Now at 8 1/2 months, their daughter's mental powers were far above what Mille's were. Had John not instilled the morals in their daughter that he had, the girl would be completely out of control. Like all children she liked to play games and her favorite was hide and seek with her mother, thing was she took it too far most of the time. The last time she'd appeared in her Grandfathers house, for the first time Millie hadn't been able to sense her, damn it Millie thought, she'd learned to block. It had taken John finding her, bringing her home and shutting off her moving power for a month to convince her to never do it again, though John wanted to keep it off for a while longer. John had started to worry and had explained to their daughter that the more she used her abilities the easier the government men could find them. This had in turn scared the little girl half to death and for a week she wouldn't leave her mother's side. That was last week, so far they hadn't had any trouble with the government men but John was sure they were gearing up for a major assault upon the property. Though he didn't have need of new equipment, he still ventured into …
New Horizons
For most people they want an uneventful life that holds very few surprises and we were no exception. There is a certain amount of security in developing a routine in your life. I think most of us become boring by choice. Our lives the past few years can be defined by our calendar. My wife and I go to the gym Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We dine out almost every Friday, but occasionally try a new restaurant when we feel real adventuresome. Then there is the BBQ with our long time friends on the second Saturday of each month. I usually play racquetball at 6:30 am on Monday and Wednesday. Oh yeah, I forgot… we usually fuck on Sunday and Thursday. Probably because there is not much to watch on TV those nights. It occurred to me recently that we had run out of new stories to tell because we had run out of new adventures. Little did I know how that was all about to change. I retired early at 49, two years ago because I was able to sell our business for a hefty sum. My wife followed me in retirement a year later, not just because she no longer needed to work but because she hated her job. We have lived at the beach in Southern California since our marriage twenty two years ago, in a house I designed and built. My name is Alan, and my wife's name is Ann. She was a high school teacher for fifteen years and I was a general contractor and manufacturer. Our life is one that most people would envy. Selling the business provided enough profit that we were able to pay off all our …
Katie, I want for you
I want to see you naked on a night beach, Your head thrown back, an ocean breeze Lifting your hair, your body, The mound of your womanhood On fire. I want you to feel the natural freedom Your body possesses and to embrace Your soul deep need and your Heart’s desire. Katie, I want you to know the peace Of loving yourself for who you are A lover of women, who faces fear And climbs higher Katie, I want to see you in the moonlight With your head thrown back and your body, The source of your longing and fulfillment, On fire.
The Montage
the montage I saw of glimpse of you here. And a glimpse of you there. And a little more here, And a little more there. And began to piece together the pieces, Until I had the depth of your image. The image started with the softness of your lips, As you kissed the souls of many. And seduced the known and the unknown. Your lips created the warmth of your smile, As you engaged the joy of a people, And spread your presence throughout. I stare into the fullness of your eyes, As you stare into the world. Both seeing and knowing simultaneously. Eyes that give vision to your story, Parts of which are shared, And parts of which remain untold. I see the compartments of your heart, As you allow some to enter, And others to depart. Both sharing and securing at the same time. Knowing who to lock out, And whom to lock in. I caught a glimpse of your soul, And saw the pen that was tethered to it. Whispering that your written word is your spirit, And that if one wants to see your soul, They need to meditate on your writings, For your pen gives life to your being. I saw the silhouette of the curve of your hips, Meet the indentation of your waist, As you reclined in the thoughts of time. I saw the curve move from your past to your present, But never totally devoid of either. As intellectual space melds into realities. I saw the smoothness of your legs fully stretched, As you extended and reached higher, Reaching for additional parts of yourself, That somehow are both within reach. And sometimes able to slip your grasp, The perpetual state of grasping for more. I saw a montage of you.