Alone under a tree Time passes by As I wait for you To return. You promised me forever You said, you would be true Where have you gone I wish I knew Cologne on the wind As the leaves rustle above Voice lingering in my ear You are everywhere but here You said, twelve It’s half past one I guess I have lost You for good Please, come back to me Love me, like you said You would Don’t leave me Alone under a tree.
The Pool Party
The Pool Party 1 It’s finished Kathy it’s finished Ginger yelled into the phone, they are filling it up right now. I can’t believe it is finally finished. On the other end of the line, Kathy was almost as excited as her friend; Ginger had a new pool being installed at her house. The girls had been impatiently waiting for the contractors to get it finished so they could have a party there. So when are we having a party Kathy asked, I got a new swimsuit already to wear. This weekend we should be able to use it; they want the filters to run and then check it out. The landscaping is going in today and as long as we stay off the sod we can use the pool as soon as they check out the filters and clean it. They are supposed to be able to finish that by Friday. I just got a new bikini too, just for this special occasion. I have wanted my own pool forever. We can contact the girls and get it set up; I hope everyone is available on this short notice. 2 A few hours later, a slightly less exuberant Ginger called Kathy back. I called everyone, and they all had plans except Jill, so I guess it will be the three of us the first time, and then we can all get together the next weekend and really break the pool in. That’s OK Ginger, we will still have fun and get to relax and lay in the sun for the weekend. We can rub it in all week how nice it was and make the rest of them jealous they missed it. We can wear our new bikinis, lie in the sun, sip drinks and enjoy ourselves. I will call Jill …
Dark Place
Sadness is masked by a world I create, I pretend to be happy in this place. I wonder if some could really relate, I'm sad with tears running down my face. I feel very alone and confused here, Like I just feel like screaming. I just feel like I want to disappear, Often fantasizing and dreaming. I'm very cold and very sad, I'm here, but so far away. I just get so very mad, I just am hopeful and pray. Sometimes, I want to run far, Not ever come back. I feel bruised with scars, Perhaps, this is an anxiety attack. When I need you to listen, you don't hear me, I listen to everybody else's pain, when they need a friend. If you'd just listen sometimes, I think you'd agree, My heart is broken and needs to mend.
I was a pornstar
I was 18 when i came to LOS ANGELES full of dreams of a better and glamorous life.In my hometown i was considered a beautyqueen ,guys were all over me,flattering and telling me that hollywood would fall to my feet the minute i would get there,little did i know ….. Let me tell you a little about my background ,my f****y.My parents weren't rich ,mind you not poor either ,they were average.I think they loved eachother but sex was not something they kept inside the marriage,in fact they were serialcheaters having countless relations ,flings with all kind of people.When my mother turned 40 she realised that her best time was over and she basically stopped having trysts and turned to another friend : alcohol,lots of it ,i came home from school and would find my mother passed out d***k on the couch or wherever she fell,my father turned her into a clinic for about at least 5 times untill he realised that nothing really helped ,shortly after comming back it started all over ,so basically he gave up . In her absence it wasn't rare that he would bring other weman to our house so from early on i realised that sex and love were something completly different and fidelity inside the marriage was not a strict necessity. What i learned allso in time was that my beauty and sexy apearance could get me allmost everything i wanted from men,boys i mean .By the time i turned 16 i had not only a steady going sexlife and my virginity was a distant memory,i won't get into details but sex wasn't what …
Moving On – Chapter 2
Moving On Chapter 2 The next day, I woke up surprisingly normal, and as far as I could tell, the feelings that had occurred during last night’s car ride had dissipated. I wasn’t quite sure what had happened, so I attributed it to some sort of mental breakdown. At school, I went through all my classes in a daze, my mind being consumed by images of Leo’s cock in my girlfriend’s…no, EX-girlfriend’s, asshole. I still couldn’t believe that the girl I loved and thought was in love with me could commit such a terrible and heartless crime. “Hey Derek, you okay?” I turned to see my best friend Sean staring at me with a concerned look on his face. We were in the middle of Calculus class, and sat in the very back, so it was easy to talk without the teacher noticing. I had known Sean since kindergarten, and we had been inseparable from day one. His winning smile and stupid jokes never failed to cheer me up when I was down, but I doubted even he could get me out of this slump. “I’m…alright,” I started, heaving a sigh. I still hadn’t told him about Ashley. Sean leaned closer, and brushed a wisp of light brown hair away from his eyes. “You sure, man? I think I’ve known you long enough to tell when something’s up.” I glanced at the front of the room. Mr. Walsh was droning on about derivatives and the chain rule, or in other words, a load of bullshit no one in this room was going to use in the future. He was oblivious to anything other than his boring lesson, so I decided the coast …
Walk in the woods
Yesterday was a beautiful day, so I decided to go out to a local park to enjoy the weather. Apparently, a LOT of other people had the same idea, because the park was crowded as hell. I headed for the trail through the woods, where I knew it would be a lot more private, more relaxed. A few minutes into my hike, I came across three of girls walking together. There was one smoking hot blonde with a tight body and a great ass, one black (or mixed, I couldn't tell for sure) girl with decent legs but a rather chunky upper body, and a thick brunette with HUGE tits and daisy dukes on. As I came up behind them, I noticed that the brunette's pants had a rip in them above the back pocket, and I could see she was wearing a thong. I walked behind them for quite a while, admiring her curvy ass and trying to figure out if they were legal age or not. We spoke a few times, especially brunette & I, about her shoes, the trail, etc. Finally, we came to a fork in the trail. I decided to take the long path, while the girls took the short cut. Brunette decided to take the long path with me, and I had my hopes up. As soon as we were out of earshot of her friends, she turned around, leaned back against a tree, and said "I know you've been staring at my ass for the last ten minutes. You want to do more than stare, or not?" "What do you have in mind? Are you offering a better view of your lovely ass, or more than that?" She just smiled at me, and pulled her t-shirt off, lifting her overflowing bra …
Lover
If our eyes should meet and attraction flares, Why should we not touch? Why should my hands not feel your satin skin? If our lips should meet and passion ignites, Why should we not kiss? Why should my tongue not taste your sweetness? If our hands should meet and love blooms, Why should we not give it a chance? Why should my heart not reach out and touch yours? If our hearts should meet and love continues to grow, Why should we not give in? Why should my mouth not speak the words? I love you!
A Week To Remember Ch. 2
Shelly folded her workout clothes up and placed them in her bag. She pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt over her bikini before putting her tennis shoes back on. This was her first full week at the LA Gymnastics Studio, and she was starting out with a small group of young girls and two boys. They were all eager to learn, and Shelly had a blast teaching and coaching them as they tumbled and flipped. Her boss had explained that she liked to take a few weeks with new employees and work them in many areas before deciding exactly where they would be placed. Since Shelly was capable in many areas of gymnastics, she wasn’t worried about where she would end up. Right now, the only thing she was worried about was being able to handle herself on a surfboard. “Hi Shelly, how did your day go?” Shelly had been so caught up in her mind that she hadn’t heard Regina come in the locker room, and she jumped when she spoke to her. “Hi Regina,” Shelly said, with her hand over her chest from the surprise. “It was a good day. I had a great bunch of kids who wanted to learn. It was fun.” “Sorry I scared you. If you weren’t worried about your day, then what was that concerned look on your face when I came in?” Regina asked as she pulled off her outfit. “I’ve got my first surfing lesson after work, and I’m a little worried is all.” Shelly tied her shoes and stood up facing Regina. “You shouldn’t have much problem with surfing with your balance being as good as it is.” Regina pulled a clean …
Anjali The Amazing Doctor
Anjali was a c***d psychiatrist living in a posh area in Mumbai along with her live-in partner Amit. They weren’t married but in a live in relationship almost like any other couple. Her patients were usually teenagers who were involved in crime and she worked in a government hospital by day dealing with juveniles and then spent her evening in her own clinic at home, dealing with c***dren brought in by anxious parents so her evenings were usually turned into counseling sessions. She was in clinic when she was visited by Mrs. Sharma who was accompanied by her son. He was scowling and looking away and Anjali made them sit. Mrs. Sharma: I wanted counseling sessions for my son…he-err-he recently broke up with his girlfriend and attempted suicide twice. And Mrs. Sharma started crying. Anjali assured Mrs. Sharma that she will do her best to bring back the positivity in Rohan and get his life back on track. The day went dull as Rohan did not speak much. Anjali was disappointed and she wondered whether Rohan will turn out to be her first defeat in the field of psychiatry. She was going to call it a day when she noticed that Rohan was ogling at her breasts. She frowned and thought over it. Anjali: Let’s get one thing straight. Rohan did not respond but as it was how he had dealt with her all say Anjali continued. Anjali: I am a doctor for you and I want to help you Rohan. If you do not reply then how can I help? I know that girlfriend problem is something you cannot discuss freely …
Between the Stacks
Rebecca glanced up at the clock that hung above the heavy double doors of the Fairview Public Library. 7:43. Seventeen minutes to go, she thought, peering around, looking for any stragglers. Even though Thursday was the library's late night, there were always one or two patrons who had to be practically pushed out the door at 8:00. Surprisingly, she didn't see anyone, so she busied herself filing away a few books and tidying up the long oak counter, making sure everything was neat and ready for opening tomorrow. She'd been head librarian for several years now, and loved it. As with most small-town libraries, it was a hub of the community, and served many functions. Rebecca enjoyed being a part of it all, and found the work extremely satisfying. She looked the part, too. Her long chestnut hair was usually worn up in a bun, and her 'uniform' generally consisted of a pencil skirt or tailored trousers and a blouse. Her green eyes were framed by sleek black glasses. Today she'd opted for a skirt, and had added a silk scarf at her neck. Her feet were killing her in the unusually high heels she'd chosen. It had been a long day, but now it was time to go home. Rebecca glanced around, and seeing no one, shrugged and went to lock the doors. She ducked into the restroom for a moment, then stepped back outside and grabbed a rolling cart. Pushing it through the main sitting area, she picked up books and magazines that had been left out on the tables. As she did so, she glanced into the …
WHORE WIFE 2
WHORE WIFE Part 2 SETTING THE BAIT TO LAND A FAT CAT CLIENT: Two weeks after her baby sitting session with Peter’s horny, incorrigible, domineering young nephew, her boss, Peter Epstein, called her into his office and asked, “Do you remember seeing Felix Schoenberg around the offices a few times and meeting him once?” “Oh God, yes,” she quickly replied, with a grimace and a roll of her eyes, “Who could forget that creep. What an absolutely disgusting slob he is. Just being in the same room with him made my skin crawl.” Peter sternly responded, “I appreciate your candor, and the accuracy of your sentiments, baby, but don’t forget for a second that Felix has inherited enough assets to make him the richest man in California and, therefore, he is someone who I would give my eye teeth to land as a client, and lord knows I’ve tried everything to do so.” “So far I have worked every possible angle I could think of to get Felix to move his business over to our investment banking firm but, unfortunately, nothing I’ve tried has worked. And now, to make things worse, the New York office is putting heavy pressure on me to get the sleazy son-of-a-bitch to give us his business. So, in desperation, I have come up with one last scheme to try to win the bastard over and, since it involves you, baby, I want you to listen closely to what I’m saying.” “Whenever Felix has been here in our offices it’s been obvious to me that he has a thing for you, sweetheart. I mean a real, deep-seeded lust for …
Jacob the sissy (my first sorry)
Hello.this sorry is fictional with real life inspirational moments.all characters are over 18, names of characters have been changed please enjoy. Hi my names Jacob.I'm a 19 year-old freshman at ucla. First of Kerry me just say I'm not the partying type of guy, I'm more stay in my room and do nothing kinda guy. But this was college I had tip have some fun right? Well it was New year's eve and erosion beta kappa was having a huge New year's party, and I decided I'd much rather try to have fun over not doing anything. The dorm wasn't to far away from the frat house so the infamous "walk of shame" would be over which quick if I did get d***k. I arrived later to the party with wouldn't matter either way no one knew I was coming or who I was really. Upon entering the house I saw Nick the only person I knew at this school.their was something different about Nick though something I let's say liked about him more than usual.after a few minutes I started getting comfortable with where I was and started drinking, starting slow of course a beer than another one after I finished it in what seemed like hours. But it only to me a few minutes to realise how much of a lightweight I really was, and not long after did Nick come to talk,I have no clue what he said until he whispered with the softest, sexiest voice let's go upstairs. Now I'm a very adventurous person who's sucked a few cocks but never with how d***k I was. Nick took my hand and led me to his room, where I soon realized how much …
The Inmate In Me
It was a Wednesday afternoon. I was going to the county Jail to see my father who was locked up for assault. This was a little different as I was going in my Gym cloths. Which I was wearing my sports bra and leggings. I knew I would get some guys horny as hell as I went in and saw my father. I met him at the window and he was seriously mad at me for what I was wearing. The four other inmates there were looking at me as best they could. I enjoy when Other people watch. I like the attention I get. My father couldn’t stand that his only daughter was dressed this way and he told me to leave. I was disappointed and hung up the phone and he left. As I got up and was walking away. An inmate knocked on the window. I looked over and he thrusted his hips and motioned that he wanted to fuck me. I smiled and looked back and smacked my ass. As I smacked my Ass the sound of Sirens had gone off. I was the only person in the f****y visiting area. The guard left and told me I would be safe if I stayed here. I nodded. I was afraid wondering what was going to happen. Suddenly I heard yelling and screaming of cops saying run get the fuck out of here! Gun fire going off. Out of nowhere the door to the room swung open really hard! In walked the guy that I saw motioning that he wanted to fuck! He was smiling and had a crazy look in his eyes! He had a gun in his hand and I was scared. He shut the door and locked it by putting a table against it. He put down the gun he had and said he didn’t want to …
The Visit
The Visit Several years ago Chris, a friend of ours visited for awhile… We had been friends for years and more than a few times he had told me how stunning my wife Paulene was. About once a year or so he would come and stay a week or so with us. He and my wife would often flirt harmlessly with one another. I watched and just admired her beauty and the way she was full of life, just made me feel so lucky to be with her. My mind was also racing with ideas and images of them together; I watched while they chatted, wondering if I could actually share her with another man. We had played, talked and shared all kinds of fantasies out over the years but it had always been a fantasy to watch her with another guy. I often teased her about having a boy friend when I was away and she would play it up a little but I was never sure if we could go through with it. We had finished dinner and then all got comfortable on the back porch and were just talking and drinking. We were all having a good time with both of us flirting outrageously with my Paulene and she in turn was enjoying all the attention from her 2 males. As it became later and later she said she was tired and was going to head off to bed. She kissed both of us goodnight and headed off. I waited for a few minutes before I said to Chris to come with me. We headed down the hallway and into our bedroom. Paulene was still in the bathroom, so I said to Chris lets play a trick on her. I turned the lights out except for one in the …
New people (chapter 3)
I was so beside my self with happiness and excitement with the possibility of getting some pussy. I had forgotten the tentative plans I had made with Gemma. In the restaurant business almost everyplace closes at the same time so there's almost no where to go. Fortunately there were some enterprising people that were smart enough to capitalize on this lack of entertainment . The old fashion "Speak easy" was alive and well and operating in the old neighborhood. With a small donation to the police department, These "after hour clubs" (as they were called) where allowed to operate. Gemma and I had been regularly going to one of these clubs after closing up the Restaurant. Davey's was run by (you guessed it ) a halfway connected guy named Davey. Davey was a handsome pork chop of a man in a silk shirt and gold chains. He had the hots for Gemma. They had stuff in common, both ran a successful business, both loved to drink wine, and both hated and scared the shit out of "Big D" Making Gemma feel safe and kindred to another person that openly hated the most popular guy in the old neighborhood . Evenings when we were there I'd enjoy watching Gemma and Davey flirt. It was kind of cute. I used to tease Gemma about Davey and his school boy crush on her. Gemma would giggle and mime me the one hand brush of, as if swatting at some invisible fly. Madison had now woven her arm around mine interlocking our elbows. Madison gently nudge me and said well lets make our way. I couldn't tell if …
The Bondage Gallery
Part 1 of 3: The Photography Offer Elizabeth looked at the paintings with sharpened eyes. She had the downtown art gallery renovated after she bought it nearly a year ago. It was expanded to include more space in the display rooms. The lights were also brighter. It became exactly what she envisioned when she purchased the place. She continued inspecting each painting alongside the customers in the gallery. Her standards were very high and she expected everything to be flawless. So far, each painting was perfectly positioned with the right amount of lighting. Her eyes switched to the door when a new visitor came. He was tall and dressed like a casual businessman. He must have been in his early 40's, she estimated. She noticed that he wandered the gallery and looked to the small crowd instead of the artwork. He was clearly looking for someone to speak with. "May I help you?" she asked politely. "You must be Elizabeth." She smiled, "That would be me." "It's nice to finally meet you. My name is Frank." "Pleasure to meet you Frank," she replied as they shook hands. "Beautiful place you have here. I love what you've done with it." "Thank you. It was a lot of hard work, but it was worth the effort." He nodded. "I'd have to agree." "You're an art lover I'm assuming. Looking for anything in particular? We've expanded our collection of artwork to include paintings, photography, sculptures, and mosaics." "Actually I'm looking to sell." "What kind of art?" she asked. "Human art." "We …
Little Miss Calculation
Little Miss Calculation Can one plus one sometimes equal three? Part 1 “I’ll see you later, El.” Hayden Beck raked his fingers through his long, unkempt hair. He had cultured a lazy, bad boy mash-up and Elaine hated herself a little for thinking it cute. To Natalie and Rebecca, he nodded. “Ladies…” “Bye.” Elaine Little watched the span of his shoulders all the way to the door. That’s when she heard their snickers. “What?” “So how long have you two been hooking up?” It was Rebecca asking, looking from the closing doors to Elaine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She risked a glance at Natalie, who was the only other person that knew about her and Hayden. Natalie’s quick shake of the head wasn’t missed. “So you’re in on this, too?” Rebecca accused, turning on the oldest of the three women and raising a dark eyebrow. Natalie raised her hands and took a step back. “I don’t even know what that term means to you young k**s. Is a ‘hook up’ making out? Or a date? Or more like–“ “Save it, Natalie. You’ve probably done more hooking up since your divorce than either of us combined.” Focus shifted back to Elaine and Natalie mouthed an I’m sorry. “So how long?” Rebecca worked the juice bar at City Fitness, the gym where Natalie and Hayden were trainers and Elaine taught yoga. “I’ll see you later, El? I didn’t realize that you and Hayden were so friendly.” “We work together.” Elaine touched her neck, almost surprised when her skin didn’t burn her fingertips. “And he was saying …
Wife Sue deceived by her husband and his friend
We are both second timers and prior to our marriage both had a number of affairs. Sue is tall, early forties and not skinny but has still a very slim waist and flat stomach. Her 36" bust means breasts that are big enough for a good handful but they still hang nicely and sway deliciously as she walks bra-less. She has large brown aureoles and quite large and very sensitive nipples which go rock hard at the slightest arousal but the feature she is most proud of is her cunt which is large but still tight as she uses her muscles regularly. Her lips are unusually long and swell to become thick when aroused and she produces a lot of fluid – in short, in her own words, a cunt designed for fucking. Sue is a very sensual lady who enjoys sex in just about every form. Over the years we have tried most including a threesome with another man as, like a lot of men, I enjoyed the idea of seeing her being fucked but it was a proper threesome, with both men taking part as I have no interest in being humiliated as some other wife watchers appear to have. I still replay that evening in my mind, watching her suck another man's cock; feeling his fingers next to mine in her cunt as lying each side of her, we sucked a breast each. We had often talked of her fantasy of being taken by a stranger and being blindfolded throughout and not ever knowing who it was but my problem was in finding a suitable man. One who would be a reliable performer but it had to be someone she did not know and who would …
Truck Stop Whore
My husband Josh (27) and I (24) have been married about four years. He is a long distance truck driver, so for most of those years he has been away. I’m not complaining, he does make good money, and when he’s home our sex life is mediocre. He is always so tired. It seems to be a chore for him at times. He’s your typical, ‘wham bam thank you ma’am type,’ then rolls over and falls asleep. Most of the time, I cry myself to sleep in frustration. I just need a little more excitement and enthusiasm. Now with the holidays approaching he is taking on more loads. I know he’s doing it to get extra money for Christmas. He wants to buy me a diamond wedding band to replace the cheap pawn store gold band I’ve been wearing. Back then, that was all we could afford and I was happy to have it. He just informed me that he has to haul a load from Daytona Beach, where we live, to San Francisco. He wants me to take the trip with him so we can celebrate our anniversary together. I look at him like he has three heads. Granted his rig is really nice. It has a Queen bed, TV and all the bells and whistles. But that means staying at those nasty truck stops and I wasn’t sure I was quite up to that. “I’ll make it real special for you baby, I promise.” He said almost begging. How could I resist those baby blue eyes? So of course I agree to be his passenger. We pack up the truck with all the extra necessities I would need. Before dawn we are on the road and all is going well. We make our first stop in …
Daddy? I whispered.. pt2
Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the next morning, a question burning in my brain as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter. "What honey?" he finally growled as his head emerged from under his sheet. "What did you mean about Paris and pearls in your letter last night Daddy?" I asked impatiently. "Oh that," he answered nonchalantly as he sat up, not noticing how little of himself was covered. "Oh that what?" I insisted. "Well, do you happen to be doing anything on June 23rd by any chance my dear?" he asked mysteriously as he reached for an envelope sitting on the table next to his bed. "No Daddy, you know graduations on the 21st and then I'm free for the summer." Smiling he handed me the envelope which soon yielded two airplane tickets. He was grinning as I slowly deciphered the itinerary. "Pittsburgh – Paris leaving on the 23rd and returning on August 30th for two," I read. "But what does it mean Daddy? Which two are going to Paris?" I asked, more confused now than ever. "Well I thought that Doctor Roderick S. James and his lovely daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the Continent," Daddy said smugly, a wide grin impossible to hold back. "But how? …. You have work… Where will we go? … Really… really, just the two of us?" I stammered as joy flooded through me. "Doctor James has already told his colleagues and the hospital administration that he will be out …
Linyas Interrogation
Well… We've been asked when we will continue the story about Kate, and the answer is: we won't. At least not anytime soon. We started that story because it was both the next step in the time line of our development as a couple, as well as a good example of what can go wrong during a session. But during the writing process, Melissa began to feel that this event is still just a little too intimate to share just yet. So we decided to leave it as it is for now and instead I translated one of the fantasy stories that I have written over the years. Chapter 1 Descent into Darkness Linya was your average Southkorean college girl. She was 21 years old, 5'4” tall and weighed 110lbs. Shoulder long black hair, brown eyes and a few freckles. Nothing really stood out about her. One fateful Friday after school, she was approached by a Police officer. He introduced himself nicely and asked her if she would accompany him to the station for a few questions relating to a friend of hers. “What is this about? What friend?” she asked curiously. He smiled and answered “I was not informed about the details. But rest assured, it will not take too long.” He made a friendly impression on her and so she went into the car. Once at the station she was led into a waiting room. Her friend Yuna was sitting there, jumping up to greet her. “What are you doing here!” Linya asked surprised “Do they want to question you too? Do you know what this is about?” They hugged and before Yuna could answer, an officer …
The store
The store Being a business owner in miami Beach i always had what to look for going to open my store. Miami Beach after all is a sin city, women are not usually naked but are really fast at removing their light tiny clothes, have a nice car and be your own boss and you are every bitch's dream in town. One day at the store, business was slow and the my only employee asked to take the rest of the day off, sitting there alone in walks a lady with a short skirt long silky legs huge boobs almost popping out of her tiny shirt that only had 2 buttons between her boobs with no bra you can see a shadow of 2 resting nipples under it and showing all her stomach and belly, sexy body smooth looking skin nicely tanned high heels, and really sexy walk. I was in a nice mood and wanted to play. She comes in asking to get her phone fixed she had a problem with it I took her phone and ask about the problem while she was talking I noticed looking at the phone her background picture, it was her in sexy tiny swimming suit sitting on a guys shoulders in a swimming pool, I smiled and said nice picture! Oh that's my husband she answered I was referring to his wife I replied, but cute couple too(sarcastically I added) Her phone problem was not a big deal but to keep her a longer time, I told her that it will take about 15 to 20 minutes to fix, it's some programming and it will be all good and I can do it while she waited. While I was pretending to fix her phone I started pushing my luck little by …
Sharing Lisa Carney
I met Lisa while she was working at a nurse at a local hospital in Blackpool, she would tease me that there were gents at work who had occasions made lewd and sexual suggestions to her, often lay there in bed while rubbing her clit telling me how they explained they would take and fuck her, I believe all she needed was a gentle push in the right direction to have some little fun, and that I may tell you all about another time. I had always had the fantasy of Lisa being fucked by other men in our lovemaking for some time. At first she was hesitant about joining the fantasy, although she clearly 'got off' to it. I say 'lovemaking,' although Lisa has never really been into what I would call lovemaking; – a good hard fuck, anywhere, anytime, certainly, but lovemaking, not my wife's style I know plenty of men who would love to give her a good hard fuck too, – I only have to walk down the street with her to see that! I would only have to put my fingers in her mouth while I was fucking her to send her into paroxysms of wild bucking. I would say "You like that don't you?" You like the thought of a cock in your mouth at the same time as I am fucking you?" She would respond by saying things like, "I'll do anything to please you" or "Only if you want me to." She was being tactful in case I thought bad of her for wanting other cocks. It would take further prompts and reassurances to get her to admit it. I would have to reassure her that I was secure and say things like, "Now come on, …
Afternoon at the pool
An overcast weekday at the end of summer, definitely a good day to get a workout in. No waiting for a lane today. We didn’t even have to share. We finished our laps and decided to grab an early dinner on the way home. We’d meet back in about 20 minutes. I headed to the mens locker room and she to the ladies. I opened my locker and grab my towel. I slid my trunks to the floor and headed to the shower stalls. The water had been a little chilly so I wasn’t impressing anyone but then there wasn ‘t much of an audience anyway. I walked to the end of the row of stalls and just as I was entering it, I heard a soft familiar giggle behind me. I turned and there she was. I heard voices so I grabbed her and all but threw her into the stall and slammed the door! “You’re going to get us kick……….” She never let me finish my statement. She grabbed my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. She kissed me fiercely and I could feel the passion in her body boiling over. Her skin was hot, and her nipples pressed through the spandex of her suit like diamonds. My manhood sprang to life instantly, no trace of the cold water could be seen. I grabbed the straps of her suit and dropped to my knees. In one fluid motion she was a naked as I. She reached over my head and turned the shower on hot, really hot! I kissed her stomach. I love kissing her stomach. Her skin is soft and she is always shaved completely bare. I reached around and squeezed her cheeks. She likes that. I separated them and ran my …
The Party Gift: Ch. 3
Deanna led me gently by the hand into the “mistress” bathroom suite. Again, it put the bathroom that Stephanie, Laura, Pam and I share almost to shame. Slipping into the shower cove that was even bigger than ours, I soon discovered that the wall and floor were lined with marble instead of granite. Deanna pushed a button and we were then instantly immersed at every level with firm, sensuous streams of warm water spraying from the multiple heads. Deanna pulled me gently to her, sliding her arms sensually around my slick, glistening body and passionately devoured my mouth. I reciprocated in full as I molded my body against hers, holding her firmly around her waist and attacking her mouth with equal fervor. Before long, we were once again engulfed in a thick cloud of steam. Now it was my turn to wash her. I followed Deanna's example from the previous morning and took my time; painstakingly so, for I remember her telling me that washing your lover’s body was a truly wonderful way to “learn” it. And as my soap and sponge filled hands were gliding over Deanna’s silky flesh and sensually massaging every nook and cranny of her curvaceous figure, I reveled deeply in the buxomness, firmness and overall youthful power of her luscious body. And even though Deanna and I had spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours sexually ravaging each other, this was my first real opportunity to carefully explore and savor this fully ripened and mature woman up close and personal. To begin to …