As samantha and I headed to the lot where lauren was to meet us, I could feel the electricity in the air. "Say nothing to lauren about whos GTR this is. I want to surprise her with the biggest defeat of her career!" I was manically laughing and gripping the wheel. "What if she notices? And backs out?" "Oh but she wont. Im going to trick her into it." Sure enough a black civic with lauren at the wheel pulled up. "I win you leave. You win you stay." I was shocked. I was supposed to make the deal but I had a plan B. "Heres my deal. I win you have to appologize and I mean really apologize, plus I want a week of servitude outta you and if I lose ill leave and never come back. Deal?" "Deal fucker." We shook on it. As we waited on the line I could see emily and lexi watching both of us like we were gonna fight to the death. "RACERS READY?! SET!!……….GOOOOO!!!" we shot off the line and were neck and neck for the first 1/4 mile of the race. "Sam shes winning!" samantha was gripping the dash and bitting her bottom lip. "Im wairing on her NOS." Sure enough she hit is and was gone. "Too soon bitch!!" I flicked the switch and within three seconds I was ahead of her. "WINNER SAM!!!!!" The loud speakers boomed. As we drove back to the lot I was crying..I, in some way beat the girl who broke my heart. I was on top of her now and I was immensely prideful. Vince and a throng of people dreched me in champagne, like nascar I thought, and hugged samantha and vince as a man took photos on …
Cool Dip
Exiting the car, you turn and look around. “No one here today. Good, got the place all to myself” Pulling the snug fitting T-shirt up and over your head you toss it behind the seat. Brushing your hair away from your face, you stretch, lazily, and run your hands across that tight stomach, then up and cup those luscious breasts, still trapped under your skimpy bra “Oh, that water is going to feel SO good.” With that thought foremost in your mind you unbuckle the black leather belt in your Levis and they too join the T in the car. The sand is warm under your feet as you jog across the flat beach leading to the old rock quarry, long ago deserted once it flooded. Looking around again, you see no one. Assured that you are alone, and unobserved; you twist the bra around and unclip it. You hook that over a handy bush and slip the light blue, flowered panties down and off. Those you hang there, like a little flag, your claim on this section of the world. Dipping one foot into the water brings a quick chill, “forgot how cold this cool water is. It might be best if I just take it all at once.” With that you dive in and resurface a few feet further from the shore. Swishing your hair back, you notice that the cool water has make those little nipples stand up like tin soldiers. Just a little tweak each from your thumb sends a shiver of excitement racing up your skin. “Funny how something so cold and uncomfortable can stimulate me so much” you ponder on the strange tricks Mother Nature can …
My French lover
Marco was only supposed to stay a couple of weeks. He is a friend of Mike’s from his old school days. Marco is French and comes to England every now and then to see mike. They both take it in turns, with Mike going to stay in France on the return visit. Marco is fairly well off and doesn’t need to work, unlike Mike and I, who still have to make a living. During his stay we would both go off to work during the week and leave him to his own devices, getting together on the weekends and evenings to catch up. Marco is a very handsome man. He is tall with dark hair, brown eyes and a golden tan. His gorgeous colour has been achieved by the many hours spent sunbathing back home in France. Marco is not shy to say the least and would always be found wandering around the house in a semi naked state, wearing just loose shorts or something casual. He has a fine athletic build for a man in his late forties, lovely defined muscles, a body an athlete might have. He does run every morning before breakfast and on returning home, he always showers before joining us for breakfast. Now I had never really thought of him in a sexual way before, though he is always a bit of a flirt with the girls, with his accent and good looks but on this particular morning something happened. It was Saturday and Mike had gone in early to finish a job leaving me to do the housework. Marco had been on his run and had come into the kitchen wearing just his towel having just had his shower. It was a small towel …
Over looking
It was a bright Saturday afternoon I was now moving into my new 2 story house, I had around 6 friends and f****y helping with my moved, Now the clock on the kitchen wall is now showing well pass 11 pm as I made it up to my new bedroom. As I began to look through the little opening in my curtains as I look down onto the house beside me I notice a very nice man taking a piss with his pants just pull pass his cheeks, I then saw him turn right around he was about 6 feet a full stache and look very hairy from what I am saw. I thought to myself this is going to be a very good view every night ! The sun was bright, I then got up to do some yard work around my new place, A gentleman came over and I notice that it was him from last night, He shook my hands and told me his name was Steve Dickson as I began to tell my name is Peter Smith and I was very happy to meet you ! Steve was telling me all about his job as a Construction Foremen that he was working on the new 15,000 seats sports arena that the city was building. I told him that I was a truck driver doing short hauls from cities to cites. The next day Steve brought his Girlfriend Sarah over to meet me. She was pretty looking but I can tell from her she was the Boss in their relationship wow lol ! It was very late again as I look down from my small curtains opening. I was now watching Steve jerking off over the toilet in the bathroom, I could not understand why some one with a women needs to jerk off ! I can now see all the older …
Redemption
The heart forlorn, merciless Tender desires ravaged by time, dispirited Yet in solitude a glimmer of hope, glinting Held wretched in a sad melody Time’s passing, meaningless A dream beheld in despair, sorrowful Ascending into dejection, melancholy The future pensively dreadful A spirit disconsolate, regretful Cherished memories withering, vanishing Their decaying images putrid, perishing Minute hope ever fleeting An ember still, smoldering A heart seeks restitution, redemption Two wounded hearts reconciled, emblazoned A love rebirthed in fiery passion Copyright ©2015 Buz Bono. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author, Buz Bono.
Filling My Butt With The Real Thing.
I've always been curious about other men and have had a few casual hookups but never fulfilled my fantasy of having a warm hard dick in my ass. I had a couple girlfriends stick a finger in my ass and one even stuck a dildo in me but I wanted to know the feeling of being another man's bitch while getting a nice hard fuck. My girlfriend was out of town for the week and I had spent a good part of my nights looking at gay porn and fantasizing. I would dress in her panties and lingerie and fuck myself with her dildo. Each day my desire for the real thing grew greater. I had heard about a park by the lake where gay men would pick each other up. On Saturday afternoon I got brave & decided to see if it was true. As I drove through the park, there were plenty of men out & about, & it was obvious what they were after. I parked next to a van. It was rocking and through the window I could see a white guy fucking a black guy from behind. I felt a stirring in my pants and started walking through a wooded area that surrounded the park looking for prospects. As I rounded a corner I came about 20 feet from a man staring into my eyes. He was much older than me but nice looking and it was obvious what he wanted. We walked toward each other, our eyes never parting. We came together in an embrace and he started kissing my neck. My dick was rock hard as we ground our warm crotches together. Our lips met. Then our tongues. I started rubbing his hard dick through his jeans as he stuck his hands …
Plan C: Chapter 3
Muscles. That was simply all Becca saw. Toned, tanned, and extremely kissable muscles. Grayson Clark was still shirtless and slightly sweaty as he flexed his strong arms while changing her flat tire over to the spare one she had finally retrieved from her trunk. Staring at him work, she couldn’t help but be silently thankful she had tripped and had needed his shirt to stop the cut on her head from bleeding. Wiggling in her seat, she remembered the kiss. That sweet, wonderful kiss that very quickly developed into a heart-stopping, toe-curling, melt-in-a-puddle kind of kiss. He had completely taken control of it. From the moment his lips touched hers until they flew apart like shrapnel after hearing the police siren, he had been the aggressive one. Mentally, Becca corrected herself. He wasn’t really aggressive. Demanding? Yes, a little. Controlling? That was closer. Dominant? She shivered involuntarily at that word, as she absentmindedly reached into her purse for a lollipop. Becca loved lollipops. They were her addiction and always made for a nice distraction, and boy, did she ever need a distraction. Lollipops always made her relax when she was stressed, or made her feel a little better when she was having a bad day, or sometimes she even used them as a reward for herself. Heck, she deserved all three today! She thought to herself with a decisive inward nod. Forcing herself not to look again at the wonderful specimen of a man only a few feet from her as he talked to a very …
Mom & Daughter Go to the Beach
Chapter 1 Mom and I walked along the beach and we admired the glow of the moon as the warm summer air gently carried the ocean smell into our nostrils. This was the end of our first day at the beach. It was our first real vacation since my dad had walked out on my mom and me. I was alright with him being gone since when he was around he mostly drank and fought with mom. Now it was just my mom and me her f******n year old daughter. We never had much money but mom managed to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. This vacation was a gift from my granddad for my Mom's 36th birthday. He rented us a small condo unit on the outer banks in a sl**pily little resort area. It was perfect for us. "I think we should be headed back now." Mom said "Ok. Let's cut through the dunes. It should be a little quicker." I said We headed up a path but just we started to round a corner we heard a groan. "That's it baby keep sucking! Fuck that feels great!" A man's voice said as we heard another fainter sound that reminded me of someone sucking on a lollipop. As we stepped around the corner we saw a man standing there with his eyes closed and his face pointed towards the sky. He was naked and there was a girl kneeling in front of him. I saw she had her lips wrapped on his cock and was pumping it with her mouth. My mom just stood there and watched with her mouth open. This was first time I had actually ever seen a cock and I had certainly never seen anyone sucking one. I am certain that …
The Woman Next Door
I am married to a twenty seven year old woman, who is loving and sexy. Jill is all I ever wanted in a woman, and I was totally satisfied. We lived next door to another couple. Tom and Shelly were a little younger, as Shelly was twenty four, and Tom probably a couple of years older. They had a boy of five, and had married in College. Shelly and Jill got to be great friends, as Shelly was a stay at home mother, and Jill is just stay at home. I make good money, so Jill works from home. She is into crafts in a big way, and sells a lot at shows. She makes good money from home. Plus she keeps a nice house, keeps her tan up to date as we have a pool, and I come home to cooked suppers. Tom was on the road at least two days a week, with always one night away. Then he was into golf, so I never really got to know him too well. The boy seemed to be well behaved. Anyway, to get to the story, one night Jill and I were out by the pool, and just relaxing. She pulled her lounger right up close to mine, and said, "I have a story to tell you, so just let me run on. Save your comments for the end." I nodded, and said, "Let me get another beer." I was soon back and relaxed as she started her story. She said, "Today, Shelly and I got to talking about our sex lives. She got married in College, and Tom is the only man she has ever had. Anyway, we got to talking, and she mentioned that Tom was only four inches long. I don't remember how that came up, but it did." I just looked at her. I knew four …
My Tortured Slave (Part 1)
please be nice this is my first post. Let me know if i should continue writing, I have lots of ideas but i don't know if it is going in the right direction, enjoy. (I wrote this in spurts so forgive me if it doesn't flow very well. Forgive the terrible title as well I couldn't think of anything) **** edit: fixed some of the spelling(not all of it) and made it easier to read with the double return.**** I had her strung up by her hands, the tips of her feet just barley touching the ground. I frowned. She hadn’t woken yet and I was becoming impatient. I didn’t want to do anything until she was awake, it would be much more fun that way. I took a walk around the dark cellar that I had prepared for her, taking in her body. I had not cut away any of her cloths and she was still drop dead gorgeous. The picture of her I had found online did her no justice, those pictures that I had spent lonely nights with. She was just what I had been looking for. Young and naïve. I wasn’t too sure about the last part but I’d find out soon enough. She was a solid ten out of ten, her ass was a decent curve and she had perky tits but why she had become so popular online was her face. It was perfectly symmetrical and her jaw was very strong, I knew when she opened her eyes I would melt into the large brown oasis. Golden hair came just to her shoulder, I gently grabbed a handful and brought it to my noise, it smelt like summer. She looked like an angel in a long slumber waiting for her true love to …
Wife Discovers Erotic Photography – Chapter 1
Background: The story takes place before digital photography, the Internet, cell phones, etc. ************************ Chris was in his family room going through photographs of his twenty-six year old wife, Stephanie, taken before they were married. He took in his wife's sensual beauty. Stephanie was five-seven and kept herself in shape through exercising and yoga classes. She had a sultry look and blonde wavy hair to her shoulders. Her head was leaning slightly down as she looked directly into the camera. The photographs highlighted her full sensuous lips. Thinking of his wife's sensuality, he retrieved a couple of envelopes from his home office. The first contained a dozen lingerie shots taken when she was in college. There were a couple of her on a lounge with a silk robe. Each subsequent picture was more revealing, until the tops of her breasts and cleavage were on display. The rest of them showed her wearing a mid-thigh, see through negligee, and bikini panties. His favorite one was her posing sitting upright in a rattan chair. Her body was angled away from the camera, with her head turned looking at the lens. The fullness of her breasts and erect nipples were visible through the thin material of the negligee. She was looking at the camera with a sensual and confident expression. The second envelope contained some explicit shots he took on their honeymoon. Those shots ranged from teasing in lingerie to full nude. She was totally uninhibited and would pose any way he …
Sundara – Part 2
“Hello. Namaste,” he said, his voice was accented with the clipped precise consonants that were so familiar from my parents and their friends. “Welcome to Sundara. My name is Rajit. How can I be of assistance?” I could feel the cotton of my summer school dress brushing across my bare pussy and felt completely exposed, like I was standing on a mirrored floor. Here goes. “Namaste,” I smiled back at him. “Sorry, but now you’ve exhausted my entire Hindi vocabulary.” Voe-cabb-you-lair-ree. Oh my God, I’m talking with my parents’ accent. What’s wrong with me? “No, it is I who should be sorry,” he apologised. “This place, Sundara; it means beautiful and charming in Hindi, so I am very accustomed to serving beautiful Indian women.” He paused and looked away, realising he had just paid a brazen compliment. Looking back into my eyes with a bashful smile he said: “It is not the worst job I have ever had.” Oh, bravo, what a recovery! Aussie understatement from an Indian boy; I could feel Belinda beaming beside me. I was now positive she had scouted this store earlier. I noticed that Rajit was actually a little taller than me; a nice change from peering down at Belinda all the time. I was surprised at how he set off the Indian mannerisms that I didn’t even know I had when I realised I had lowered my eyes and was watching him through my eyelashes. What was more surprising was that I liked the way it made me feel and I found myself smiling and flashing my eyes at him. “I’m going to …
Interruption Nightmare
I remember the first time I saw Dale’s wife. She looked too young to be his, yet too old to be acting like a drunken college girl. So I have to guess that put her actual age somewhere around the mid thirties to late forties. She’s old enough to have a barely legal daughter. And that daughter was the reason I became a client of Samson & Associates. I met Dale at a coffee shop a few blocks from my place. He was with his family enjoying a weekend brunch before heading into the office for a few extra hours. His daughter, Ariel, had just barely turned eighteen. She was, not to be modest, the perfect example of a tight teen. Her clothes were so tightly wrapped around her figure; it looked like she’d been wrapped at Santa’s workshop. From the moment I saw her, I wanted nothing more than to tear her to shreds. My yearning for her had vocalized into hard groans, and didn’t notice until I realized the guy sitting next to me staring at me. “Can I help you?” I snapped at him. “I don’t blame you. I’d get that girl pregnant so many times…” I looked back at her and quietly agreed with the guy sitting next to me. But unlike him, I got up to go talk to her. The moment I got over to the table, Dale recognized me. “Aruri Digodos, one of the most wanted men in the world. I would love to talk to you about some of your future business ventures. I know how much you respect straight shooters, so I’m going to be straight. Whatever firm you’re with now sucks, and I think we could do so much more …
A wife swap
Jeri and I had been married for about ten years, and most of our relationship had been great. We enjoyed most of the same things: music, sports, movies, and sex. We made love often, and it was usually super. Nevertheless, I had always had this nagging feeling that she was not being completely satisfied by our lovemaking. Still, I had to admit that she almost always seemed to reach orgasm, particularly when I took her clit in my lips and licked back and forth across it as fast as my tongue could go. I could see her tummy muscles tighten in spasms as she groaned faster and faster until she cried out and then relaxed, becoming all soft and warm. Her climaxes were similar when I pushed my cock in as far and as fast and as hard as I could, but those orgasms were not as intense (at least I wasn't sure). As a result of this concern, I began to wonder whether I might be falling somewhat "short" in fulfilling her sexual needs. As time passed, I began to develop a fantasy as to how to test my theory that Jeri would be more satisfied by a bigger cock. At first I thought about getting one of those giant dildoes I'd seen in the porno store, but decided that that would have been so obvious as to negate the value of the test results. The only true test would be for Jeri to think that I was fucking her, but with a bigger cock. However, at least so far, there were no hospitals providing dick enlargement operations, so that meant that if I was ever going to find out, I would have to find …
Dilemma 5
Hi again….another day.. . I have had some interesting comments from my readers, room for thought indeed, and appreciated the fact that they understood that there is a process in place. They are aware that many scenarios are possible, and that my actions will determine where my life heads. I have that strange feeling that Mr Penis, has too much influence, female readers would agree I'm sure. I try and be logical, and weigh up positives and negatives. I am weak I decide, because I admire and love sexy women, I like their company, respect them and really know how to satisfy them sexually. I don't really want to choose. Do I want to end it with Krystal – NO. Do I want to end my little dalliances with Tracey – NO. Bastard – YES. Dilemma . The next day I slept in, as I didn't have to work until the afternoon. Krystal had already gone to work when I awoke at 0930, I just lay there, thinking of my dilemma. I had a beautiful, but moody partner, and a work colleague that knew how to push my buttons. Being more introverted than extroverted in manner, I do not like confrontation, so the thought of asking or telling Tracey to ease off, or stop our naughty encounters, made me feel apprehensive and nauseous. I again run images through my mind of recent sexual encounters with Krystal. As I said when in the mood the sex is great, but that doesn't happen very often – and I am usually the instigator. The knock backs are frequent, but there is more to life than fucking, isn't there ? …
Real experience with not my s****r
When I was young, I began to notice my older s****r developing into a woman, she is only a couple years older than me. When we were going through puberty, my s****r and I started to develop sexual curiosities and experimented a little with each other. It started out with us wrestling on the couch or the floor while watching tv, groping and tickling each other all over, until I succumbed to my s****r riding on top of me. Our rooms were right next to each other and were connected by an old sealed door, in the door was two holes on big one small, my s****r had purposefully covered the door with her dresser to prevent any potential peeping from my end. One night I was in my room doing (something I cant remember) and I could hear the door to my s****rs room close, after a few minutes I could hear my s****r moving something heavy in her room, it was the dresser. When I turned off my bedroom light I could see light now shining through the two holes into my room, my heart began to race and I froze…I was too scared to peer through the large hole that gives me a great look into my s****rs room. I saw the light flickering as if something was moving past the holes blocking the light for a moment, I began to grow curious of my s****r was trying to peer into my room from the holes behind her dresser. After a minute I heard a quite knock knock sound coming from the sealed door, I got closer and waited until I heard it again…and there it was even louder than before. I mustered up the …
Wedding gift
I (jen) rolled over and groaned. Where was I? I opened my eyed and surveyed the room. I remembered, I was at my boyfriend’s friend’s house. Last night I had went over there to talk to him about my wedding. He was going to be the best man. We had got to drinking a little bit and I was feeling very horny and uninhibited. Steve(the best man) caught onto that quick and kept encouraging me to drink. One thing led to another and Steve led me to his bed. “Good Morning Jen, sl**p well?” Steve inquired. “Shit Steve, how could we have done that?” He laughed, “Well Jen, I always knew you had the hots for me.” “Shut up Steve, you know that’s not true, you took advantage of me,” I said. “That may be true, but that’s not what it looks like on the video,” he said while holding up a cassette in his hand. “Give that to me now!” I demanded. Steve just laughed again, “Jen, Jen, Jen, you give me too much credit. Why would I videotape it just to hand it over to you? I have plans for it.” “STEVE!! You cannot show it to Jugal. He’ll never marry me then.” “Oh Jen, this I know…so if you want the tape, you will do everything I say.” Steve explained to me that he was having a party that night with some people from work. In addition, apparently I was to be the “entertainment.” I would serve his friends food and drinks, and in any other way saw fit. I, of course, refused. He just reminded me that the tape would be in Brad’s hands faster than I could blink if I did not follow through. I had to agree, I …
Latest Capture Roleplay
Latest Capture and **** Roleplay Pre-story: The stage was set. Sara my wife said that she was up for role play last Saturday night. We finally got the k**s in to bed then I set up the webcam in the living room opened the blinds and then stepped out to walk the dog. The Role-play Begins…….. I quietly entered the house ski mask on cuffs and blind fold on and in hand, ready to capture a milf. She was laying in the bed on her iPad the baby a sl**p in the crib on the other side of the room. I came up behind her put my arm around her neck and mouth then I told her “don’t move, don’t scream and the k**s and baby will be ok” her muffled screams stop and she nodded her head yes. I cuffed her hands, blindfolded her then dragged her out of bed. Wearing only a long tee-shirt that covered her Panties I pulled off the ski mask (so I could see) then led her down the hall way to a chair I had set up in the living room in front of the webcam I set for public broadcast. I sat her down in the chair chained her feet to each leg of the chair pulling her legs wide exposing her Simi sheer blue spandex panties then cuffing her hands behind the chair. The bbw milf started to plead for me to let her go and not to hurt her or the k**s. I again re-iterated that as long as she follows my orders that no one gets hurt. She responds telling me to do what I want with her just don’t hurt the k**s. The real fun begins, I remove her shirt exposing her 42 DDD breast and large nipples. I start to suck on them …
A maternal Affair- Part 2(finale) by crazytownfuck
A Maternal Affair: Part II My Mother's, My Girlfriend (This is the sequel to maternal affair fully updated..) Forum: i****t Chat > Mothers and sons New Topic >> Hi everyone Posted by Debbie at 3:23PM GMT July 1, 2004 Hi everyone, I've been a bit of a lurker at this forum for a while, just reading other people's stories. I can't describe how fantastic it is to find that there are not only mothers (and sons!) who share my love of i****t, but also that there are those who indulge in such a relationship. One of the principle features of an i****tuous relationship is that it is 'taboo' and 'secret', but paradoxically it is the taboo – and not to mention i*****l – nature of the relationship that makes you want to speak out about it, to proudly boast that you've gone beyond the tedious limits of most other people. Some of my friends feel sorry for me because they think I'm single and I have to bite my lip to point out that I'm quiet sexually sastisfied, thank you very much, all thanks to my son, Jake. Luckily, there is the internet! Here, like you other regulars, I can safely and anonymously make my proud decleration that I fuck my own son, that we have an extraordinarily intense relationship, both sexual and otherwise…whilst not creating a scandal out here in the real world where I'd dare not give rise to any suspicions as to what I get up to with my boy! Just to introduce myself, my name is Debbie and I am aged 31. I had my son Jake when I was only a teenager. Jake is 15 now …
The Devils Chamber Part 2
My heart was pounding at a rapid pace. I could hear every beat as it echoed through the book covered walls of Mr. Henderson's study. The blindfold that covered my eyes had become a sensory overload for smell, touch, and sounds. My body could feel his presence in the door way. That feeling you get when someone is watching you; it was taking over my every nerve and seeping into my core. The uncertainty was working as an arousal mechanism, making my clit throb. All I could think about was how the note clearly stated, "Do not touch anything!" I obviously broke that rule. Not only did I break it, but I’d been busted. One of his book collection was laying there on the floor. My clumsy fingers failed to place it back properly and undetected. It was not just any book either, it was private, sexual; a book about bondage. I felt so incredibly embarrassed. Talk about getting caught with your hand in the proverbial cookie jar, your boss's cookie jar. Not a word was spoken as his footsteps calmly passed me and drifted away to where the book lay open. I closed my eyes beneath the blind fold and waited for the worst, to be scolded. He swept the book up from the floor. "Hmm, interesting pick Jessica." He said in an almost amused and mocking tone. He didn't put the book into its rightful place. Instead he walked back to the chair that was housing my quivering body. He began to circle the chair and I could hear the pages turning. I swear I could also hear the gears in his head churning, in a …
My Neighbors Husband
I sent him the picture because I knew he would get angry. He had already told me that we couldn't talk on the phone. No more text messages, no more Facebook, nothing that left a trail. His wife had been too close, nosing around his email and phone. I still don’t know what set her off. The perfume he likes me to wear is light, like spring flowers, and I only spray it across my breasts. But two nights ago, after she had gone to sleep, he had called upset and worried that he was going to lose everything. “We can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep seeing you. I can’t take a chance on losing everything just because I can’t keep my cock out of you.” Of course, I tried to calm him down, tried to be a friend and a good listener. I told him that it was alright, that he was worried about nothing, that there was nothing for her to find, that we had been careful. It took almost an hour, but he finally seemed to soften a bit. For a minute, I thought he was going to cry, but he came around, said it wasn’t my fault, said he was sorry for bringing me into his problems, that he didn’t need this kind of shit happening right now, but that I was the only good thing in his life. You know, all the right things when you are confused between the woman lying in your bed and the woman downstairs. From my window downstairs, I watched his wife drive off the next morning. I wondered if he was up yet or if he had decided to sleep in. And I’ll be honest, I thought about leaving him alone. There was a little …
The Fire Within
I crave your instruction, The command to seduce With words. Tell me you want My descriptive fingers To stroke your arousal, My naked image To stoke your lust. Say my words Make you ache, That your cock throbs To know the author Is your possession. You tell me I tease, That you’ll punish me, Fucking me Firm and brutal, Selfishly pounding The dripping hole You own. Do your worst. I need your cock Stiff with desire, Thrusting deep, Urgent with need. I want your hands Twisting my hair, Gripping, turning, Tightening your hold ‘Till my whole being Screams for you. I adore you; Your governance, Your want, Everything about you Evokes my desire. I know we’re distant, Our liaisons virtual; The hands that touch Are my own, But the passion, The flames, Are not of my making. That fire belongs to you.
Sharing Cindy Chapter 2
Sharing Cindy Chapter Two: After the experience with Rick, Cindy and I began to develop a different kind of relationship. I used to love having her wear short shorts and sexy tops, things that showed off her body to others. I loved watching other guys trying to sneak peeks down her tops or watch their mouths hang open as she walked by. I knew I had to take it a step further. I told her how hot it was for me and at first she didn’t understand it, but then she admitted that she liked to tease other guys as well. She loved to be the center of attention. And she usually was the center of attention as we typically hung out with a group of my friends. There were 6-7 guys who were always around. Most would have a girlfriend for a month or two, but for the most part, we all hung out together, with Cindy being the sole female. We took advantage of that all we could. One of my friends in particular, David, was known to be sort of a horndog himself. He was always the guy who had a stack of Playboys and even hung up some of the centerfolds in his room. On days we were hanging out at his house, Cindy was always checking out the girls in the photos and making comments. I would always tell her that she more than compared to any of them. The day that I took things to the next level, there were only the three of us, Cindy, David and myself hanging out in his room. I steered the talk to some of the pictures of the girls and commented on some of their tits. I then told David that Cindy’s were …
Wendy finds the Wrong Room
When I was 18, my 23 year old s*ster Wendy and Bruce (her husband), came back home for a week. He was getting discharged from the service and the apartment they rented wasn’t ready yet. Thankfully, Wendy had matured as a married woman and she and mom got along better than I could remember. I got to know my b*****r-in-law better too. We were about the same height and build. He was a bit stockier as he was in construction in the military. He landed a job with a good company back here so he felt comfortable taking an early leave as the military was downsizing. Their staying with us did have the negative effect on mom and my sex life. I had to move back into my room while they stayed with us and it meant no fooling around with mom. I was used to Mom giving me a blow-job or us fucking every morning and then fun before bed. Now with Wendy and Bruce in house, I was alone in my bedroom every night having to jerk off to keep my balls from exploding. At least, I could stroke my cock and come to the sounds of them having sex every night. Seems Wendy was as loud as mom when having sex and it appeared Bruce was a pretty good fuck. Thankfully the week seemed to pass quickly and it was Friday before I knew it; they were leaving in the morning on Saturday to get started unpacking at their new place. They decided to go out with friends. I figured it would give mom and me plenty of time to fuck but she wouldn’t hear of it. While she agreed they would be gone long enough, she didn’t want to …
room mate caught me naked
I sat on the big leather sofa in the living room of my apartment. When I say my apartment, I mean mine and my three roommates, who so happen to be my three closest friends. My best friend holly was sitting on the other side of the sofa with her feet on my lap, she sighed looking up at the ceiling as she hugged one of the fluffy red sofa pillows. “Are you sure I can’t get you to come to the party?” holly asked me her eyes pleading. “I’m really not up to it today” I shrugged. “but I feel really bad leaving you here on your own when us lot are all going to be out” she said with a sad smile. “I’m only going to be on my own for like an hour before Carl finishes work” I informed her. “Yeah but you should come out and enjoy yourself for once” she said looking concerned. “I’d much prefer some quite alone time if I’m honest” I said. Her phone buzzed, we both looked down at the name. “Ride is here!” she shouted to Conner who was in the bathroom. “Coming!” he shouted back. Holly swung her legs off the sofa and slid them into her black killer heels before chucking the sofa pillow at me. “don’t enjoy yourself to much without me” she said with a small smile. “I won’t” I said. “okay lets go” said Conner coming out of the bathroom his hair spiked up. “okay, lets go” she said, getting up but hesitating at the doorway. “Are you sure you don’t want to come to the party?” she asks looking back at me. “I’m positive, go have a good time and make sure you bring conner home with you” I said forcing …