With every flake of snow that falls, My heart cries out for you. For every bright star that twinkles so, I have more love to show. If I could make a purple rose, I'd name if after you. And plant it in our special place, Beneath yonder yew. No names or days can make me real, Only feelings in their time. The flowers of your heart so sweet, They lift my heart divine. Perhaps my memories take their place, Among life's faded scrolls. I love you more than all the surf, In every wave that rolls. So allow me when I go astray, Forgive my foolish ways. Love knows no rules, no written words, In eternity it stays.
The maids pt.1
THE MAIDS-pt.1 Here I was sitting in an airport terminal waiting for my mother to pick me up.It was no suprise she was late,she made it clear she didnt want me in her life.I had dreaded calling her in the first place but I had no choice.I was living in my car after my no good boyfriend Tyrell ran off with some ho,and my life savings,which wasnt much for a sophmore in college.I soon lost my job,my grades began to slip,and eventually quit school.My mother who only had a 12th grade education,worked hard to provide for my education.We weren't close,she had been a teen mom,and her parents had stepped in to raise me.With them now dead,I had no one to turn to but her. She arrived about an hour late,dressed in her maids uniform.Although I was happy to see her I was none the less embarrassed.I hugged her and she quickly grabbed my bags and hurried to the car.Once in the car she reminded me again how fortunate I was that her employers had agreed to let me stay in their home.My mother had lived there since right after I was born.She felt privaledged to live in such a fine home,but I had no plans of staying that long.She went over her expectations of me while I was there.Be polite,be respectful,say yes maam,no maam.etc….no visitors,no staying out late,no drinking,smoking etc….it sounded worse than prison. When we arrived at the home,the man and woman of the house were seated at the dining room table.The man looked to be about forty with dark blonde hair,nicely built,clean …
f***ed to be Female
f***ed to be Female CHAPTER ONE The last thing I could remember was walking out of the Bank and crossing the road to my car. I had just been to see my bank manager to discuss transferring some money from one of my accounts into a high interest savings account. I had won quite a bit of money on the Lottery, enough to change my life. I was unaware just how much my life was going to change. I had just reached my car door when I felt someone bump into me. Then everything went blank……………….! The next thing I remember was being faintly aware of people standing around me and talking in low voices. As my sense started to return I tried to move but found I could not do so. My first thought was that I must have been in some sort of accident. My arms and legs did not respond and I tried to speak, to attract the attention of the people standing around me. I could only mumble and it only gradually dawned on me that I had been gagged. My head became clearer and I then realised that I was lying on my back on some sort of table. I could move my head slightly and saw that my arms and legs had been strapped to the table. The people standing around consisted of two men and one woman. They ignored me as I tried to attract their attention. It was as if I did not exist. But then I realised that they must be talking about me as the older man was looking at me and saying something to the woman, who was writing down what he said. I tried to listen but my head was still fuzzy and I could …
Some Things Arent Taught In School by loyal
By day, Ginny was the prim and proper first grade teacher at the local elementary school. By night, she was his nasty whore. Maybe it was because no other man in town could bring himself to defile their c***d's teacher. Or maybe she was just sick of dealing with a daily grind punctuated by innocence and Sesame Street. He didn't care. As long as she kept his balls empty, and did what she was told, he was happy to give her what she wanted. Several times a week, she would remove her skirt and flouncy blouse uniform for him, and he would make her beg him to do really bad things to her. No matter what his mind conured, she always eventually did it, as her need to be dirty won out over her sensibilities. Tonight, he was planning on breaking new ground. "Take off your clothes, Ginny." "Can't you do it, please? " she asked, giving him the smile that probably made the k**dies all go running to their seats for her. "Why should I be the one to do it?" he snickered. "You're the one at my house asking to be fucked." He watched as she stripped out of her knee length, white cotton skirt (which had an ink stain), and her rose-speckled top. "Get down on your knees," he commanded her, and watched as she dropped. Walking up to her, he reached behind her head and removed her hair clip, allowing her honey brown tresses to spill down over her shoulders. He cleared his throat, letting her know that he wasn't going to be patient with her. In response, she did …
Dominated by loyalsock
Amy Jo stepped into the empty elevator, pushed the button for the s*******nth floor, and waited for the car to begin its ascent. Just as the doors were beginning to close a hand shot between the doors and a thirtyish blonde slipped on board, pressed the button for her floor and turned to face Amy Jo, giving the twenty three year old a quick once over. The blonde was dressed in a dark blue woman's business suit, accompanied by tasteful black pumps and a white silk blouse. She would have been considered pretty, except for the fact that she had a hard edge about her, that being her blonde hair was short and pulled harshly to one side, and her manner was that of someone in complete control! After several seconds of silence the blonde, while looking directly into Amy Jo's eyes asked, "You're a fem aren't you, I can smell you a mile away!?!" Amy Jo turned a bright shade of red, and while averting her eyes replied softly, "Yes, yes I am!" The blonde made a snorting sound and shot back, "You little bitches are all alike, dressing so pretty, just waiting to be picked up and fucked!" Hearing the crude talk from this total stranger caused an immediate reaction in Amy Jo, and her vagina flooded with moisture as her clit began to throb! The elevator came to a stop, and the doors slid open smoothly and the blonde announced, "This is my floor, come with me," as she took Amy Jo by the arm and led her down the corridor to the women's rest room. Once inside, …
Sebastian – The Male Escort, – Part 1 of 6
Prologue My business card is very discrete. It says quite simply Sebastian – Male Escort Absolute Discretion Assured Telephone xxxxxxx For those unfamiliar with the term ‘Male Escort’, let me explain. It is a euphemism for a man who is a professional copulator, selling what is usually known as anal stimulation to his exclusively male clientele. Crudely put, a Male Escort is a man who fucks other men’s arses for money. And let me say, with no false modesty, that I am a consummate professional at my job and have, over a period of time, developed a faithful clientele who call upon me to ease their sexual problems. But I see that I am getting ahead of myself, so let me stop here and start at the beginning, with the full story of how I came, quite by chance, to be in this business and where it has led me. Chapter 1 My name is Sebastian Watson. Nothing special about that, you might think, other than the fact that the name Sebastian is not much used anymore today. Well, it may become clearer if I tell you that my full name is a ponderous Sebastian Aloysius Mortimer Watson. Yes, indeed, I am a ‘scion’, to use their word, of what is considered in upper class American society, to use again their words, ‘an old family’. Old and good families, whatever they are, always lumber their offspring with names that no normal person would ever think of using. Sebastian is bad enough, and I am always addressed as Sebastian and never, ever as Seb, but I ask you, Aloysius Mortimer—where on earth …
Ms Milk shares her skills
Jan needed something from the store but couldn't remember what. Just a moment before it was on the tip of her tongue. Her master, Dan, joined her in the car. They went to the drug store and walked around the back wall, looking at lubricants and condoms, trying to remember. They saw four teens at the pharmacy window getting fertility test kits. Master whispered instructions into her ear……They were too young to be trying to conceive she thought…they must be planning some no condom play while taking measures against babies. What hot kids they were she thought. Those nice hard teen cocks were going to get some nice wet contact… but she could take them any time, her tubes were tied….she could take both boys and show the girls some of her tricks. They were always hard and full at that age she thought, those girls can't know what to do like an experienced woman. Naughty Jan caught one of the youths eyes with her beast jutting out through her partly open blouse. It was almost an automatic move and she smiled when one of the teen girls noticed her brazen exhibition. The boys watched her leave for the door. She waited and then approached them as they left the building. "Could you boys help me with unloading somethings at my house near here?" she asked. The girls glared at her forward move on their boyfriends but her smooth smile and clever remarks disarmed their intentions of protest. You can all come over for some soft drinks and it will only take a minute. The teens were …
More Than a Kiss Booth
By the middle of April, I had been in Korea four months and still hadn’t come close to getting any action with a girl—not that I had put much effort toward finding any. I was a bit scared to venture out of the foreigner pubs where other English teachers gathered every weekend night. Also, I had heard mixed reviews from other guys about what it was like to sleep with a Korean girl. For one, you usually have to date for a while, they expect several romantic gestures beforehand, and when you finally do get to the bedroom, Korean girls are rather passive and boring during the ordeal. This is what I heard anyways. But I was willing to learn myself whether this was true. Also, my coworker, Mark, who had arrived in Korea the same day as me, was always giving me shit for not yet hooking up with a girl. He was determined to help me break me out of my shell. Even though he was a brash bloke from London who never knew when to quit drinking for the night, or sometimes day, I was willing to listen to his advice. That’s how we ended up in a bar near Hooker Hill in the Itaewon neighborhood of Seoul. For those of you who don’t know, the paid sex industry in Korea is ridiculously lucrative and diverse. There’s handjob rooms, blowjob rooms, massage parlors, singing rooms where you sing karaoke with prostitutes before you bang, “business bars,” and at the bottom of the list, where Mark wanted to start me on my sexual escapades through Korea, was kiss booths. These places were so lightweight …
DAWNS SALE TO A TEMPORY MASTER 4
Part 4 DAWNS SALE TO A TEMPORY MASTER. Wds3544 That blasted alarm woke the sl**ping pair, Dawns right nipple a little sore from the overnight suckling, though she didn’t remember much of the night the boy, Toby had re-attached himself whenever he had awoken, startled that he was laid in the bed of this wonderful woman and that this was not a dream. Dawn roused the lad, “things to be done” she said, they ate and showered, without more adoo, nothing sexual, Dawn acting as mum, cooking eggs and bacon and insisting that they “do nothing till this evening as they had work to do and that was a priority. Before they went their separate ways she told him “to apologise to the kitchen staff for his previous bad sexual behaviour” she said” it may do him a power of good in the long run.” he said “he would, now he understood a little more” and off they went. Dawn was stood outside the breakfast room with Jack waiting that little bells tinkle to signal the start the day, when they were joined by Jane, perhaps a little dishevelled, and definitely very tired. The bell rang and Jack went into the room, leaving the women as was their norm. Jane said she had been up all night with ‘madam’ who had been a “perfect cow”, having d***k a bottle of good scotch during the evening then used a crop on her for a whole lot of little “infringements” real or imagined. Jane had spent half the night hung on a st Andrews cross the mistress dozing and finally falling asl**p on her sofa and forgetting her, the …
The Young Barista – Part 3
I pulled up at our agreed upon rendezvous point, it was at the bus stop a couple of blocks away from Sam’s house, a route that her parent’s seldom took. She was the only one at the bus stop and as she came into view, I could not help but stare. There she stood, looking simply exquisite in a very tight fitting, long sleeve, short black dress. She had matching heels on that were not so high that it made her look slutty. No, not at all, it was only about a two-inch heel, but the effect of it lengthened her already slender and toned legs, which just drew the eye up all the way to the hem of her short dress. I found myself holding my breath. As I came to a stop, she slid, actually more like glided, into the seat next to me; I just had to gasp at how different and stunning she looked. She was all made up, but oh so very naturally and without a need to overcompensate. The make up did what it was supposed to do, highlight her beauty, not recreate it. I smiled at Sam and took a moment to absorb the glorious form next to me; her hair flowed majestically over her shoulders and down her back; her skin glowed from a light bronzer she wore and she smelt simply wonderful. Sam reached out and touched my hand; she radiated a smile that just melted my heart. Whatever doubts I had about our forbidden date tonight vanished. “Wow……you – look – incredible!” I did nothing to hide my amazement. Sam leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. “So do you my handsome man,” she caressed my face, “I …
Games And Sex In The Office With Fine Lady From HR
Thought I'll share a recent sex encounter I had in the office. Not to go into to much detail but I work in a corporate environment where they take most things seriously and you could get fired for looking at a female staff member the wrong way. With this in mind one morning a stunning female walks into the office that gets the whole office talking, her hair was between blonde and reddish, skin was soft and pale, nice green eyes but what got me was her smile… she had cute dimples and nice white teeth. If I had to say she looks like anyone you might know, it'll be Pam from the office. Anyyywayyz her office was beyond my cubical… she would walk past me at least 5 times a day and for a couple weeks I wasn't sure how to approach her or if I should, she had a office and I was in a cubical, I didn't know what she did but it was obvious she was more important than me seeing she had a office. As time went on people would introduce themselves to her and she was very friendly, once someone had said hi to her she would be very talkative / easy going with them. I was to shy to say anything, I'm very sociable like once contact has been initiated but I'm always bad with first statements, especially in the office. Until I had a late night drinking and went to work still a bit tipsy. It was early and she still hadn't come in but I was horny and worked up and I had told myself I'm going to say something as she walks past, I didn't know what but I thought I'll just say the first that comes …
Shocked
Kay age 30 never married has been without a man in her life for eighteen months, she is tired of masterbating to satisfy her sexual need. She is 5' 6" tall with a small slim petite body, small breasts, and long brown hair. Her girlfriends told her she is the type of woman I have been dating recently. They have been telling her the rumors and stories about my sexual prowess and my huge cock, they have encourged her to accept my invitation to spend an evening with me. Kay is nervously sitting in the living room, she is shocked when I walk in. I'm an incredible site – chubby, pale, balding who is around fifty five, with a hugely engorged cock and balls. " Nice to see you Kay. Now I can finally have fun with you Kay." As I said this, I pull her towards me and embraced her, managing to caress her breasts as I pull her in. At first, Kay struggled, but she finally gives in as she feels my embrace. She knew that she would do anything to keep her job. She had become one of those slutty girls. But she didn't care. She needed this. I let go of her and circled around her, admiring her. " Good, now take off your clothes." she did as she is told, not wanting to anger me. Kay slipped off all of her clothes. " Your panties and bra, Kay. Please, hurry. I don't have all night." Quickly she slips off her bra and panties. She is hot, she has a slim body. Her brown hair fell to her mid-back, her dark eyes ecuntiated with light makeup, her 34C breasts, and her shaved pussy. Kay is proud of her …
Rebecca in trouble (part 6)
Part Six Rebecca screamed as her burnt and punctured asshole was stretched wide to accept his large cock. Her anus clamped tightly on his cock. The Judge pulled his cock out, allowing Rebecca's asshole to clamp shut, but abruptly pushed it back in again, forcing a new scream of pain from Rebecca's lips as she had to relive the stretching of her anus. This time he pushed in further, burying two inches of hard, erect cock in her asshole. He pulled out and f***ed Rebecca to accept four inches, bringing new pain as her anal tract was f***ed open. The Judge continually f***ed Rebecca's asshole to take his big cock deeper into her, forcing her to rub her pussy on the pyramid edge, screams coming from her lips from the pain. The Judge now had all of his cock buried deep into Rebecca's pulsating rectum. Her anal tract was massaging his cock, brought about by the spasm from the pain. He began to seriously fuck Rebecca's asshole, driving her pussy on the edge, forcing her asshole to expand each time to receive each brutal thrust into her ass. Air farted from Rebecca's asshole as the Judge ****d her brutally, forcing her to accept his punishing cock. Faster and faster he fucked her, his cock straining to cum in her. Rebecca's screams brought him closer and closed to cumming. Rebecca could feel his cock becoming bigger in her asshole. She was constantly screaming from the pain as his cock hammered into her asshole. Suddenly he pushed in deep inside her with a painful thrust and his cock …
The Accountant
I just can't take my eyes off the sensual hips as they move in front of me. It's my predicament everyday! I have to watch this sexy vixen move that heart shaped ass left and right. All I think about is how amazing would it be to hold it while I drill her from behind. Even the thought is enough to get me hard. The sexy devil is Megan, senior accountant at my office Swift Links Consultancy where I work as head of the ICT. How this sexy diva came to become an accountant and was working in the office surrounded by the bunch of thick speckled snobs I would never want to know. What I know is that she is incredibly sexy and I want her so so bad. It was the middle of May and I was having a tough time at work. My boss was laying it to me thick for the clients that I lost two days ago and while he was doing that I saw Miss Megan walk into the office. She did look amazing in that tight gray business suit. Those legs were killing me. She smiled looking at my boss and said, "I would like to borrow Mr. Ivanovic for some urgent technical assistance." I was thinking who this Mr. Ivanovic was, completely oblivious to the fact that she was referring to me. The realization hit me when my dick of a boss was staring at me in disbelief. Megan was the daughter to the CEO, so my boss simply signaled that I was to go with her, and so I followed that shapely heart to her office. It was a very nice office, wooden desk, leather sofas and the works. She did have some sense of style. I was just staring …
I want to fuck my best friends girlfriend
I stood up panting, my hands shaking and my whole body sweating. No, it wasn't a nightmare; but it has shook me nonetheless. I looked around for my water bottle and found it. Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! The water slid down my throat into my stomach, relaxing my nerves and clearing my head. It was just a dream, Tom. Just a dream. I tried to calm myself down. But i knew, it was not JUST a dream. I've been obsessed with Sam's girlfriend for a while. Dreaming about ravaging her naked body and fucking her brains out was a recurring thing now. Sam's my best friend and Sally is his girlfriend of 6 years. Please, don't get me wrong i love Sam; he's my best friend since decades. And i hate that i feel this way for her girl. He loves her a lot, I've seen it when they're together. But what I've seen more is Sally, the way Sally's hair flow over her shoulders, the way her lips curl up when she smiles, The way her ample bosom sticks out of her chest and the way her juicy round plum ass bounces sideways when she walks. Oh please, i am not in love with her, I am sure of that. My girlfriend Anny makes sure of that. I love her. But Sally, something animalistic inside me awakes at her sight, the moment i see her, half of my mind is imagining different ways to tear her clothes apart and devour her naked beauty, to rub my body against her and to fuck her senseless into the night, to claw at her breasts and chew her lips till they bleed. Oh god how i wanted to fuck her! I've never wanted anything so bad. …
The Book.
The other day I went to a mid week garage sale. The people were moving out on the weekend. So they had a smallish garage sale. I brought a couple of books. Inside one of the books was a diary like from 1905 through to 1924. It's from a young woman by the name of Miranda. Dated 26/12/1905. Mum, dad and William are heading down to Portsea with uncle James and aunty Louise. I'm staying home. I have a few things to do and someone needs to keep the dogs company. Not only that I have my own priority's in life whilst they are away for the week. I went to the train station to see them all off. So hot even at seven forty when they're train departed. I watched as they're train went out of view. So good to be alone and free for a few days. On my way home I called into the corner store to pick up a few things. I had on a long crushed velvet skirt and matching blouse. My hair was neatly tied up in a bun. Mr Stone was behind the counter, his wife Tara was also around serving a woman with long blonde hair. Tara introduced me to the woman who was Joanna. We said our hellos and all that. Joanna was in her mid to late thirties. Tara and I had secretly been giving each other some pleasures of life. Joanna brushed herself up against me and smiled. I smiled back. Mr. Jones said he had to go out for a little while and wouldn't be back until after three. Tara said she may close up for a few hours. Mr. Jones looked at Tara and said okay. Tara closed up the shop and took me out the back. I thought …
One amazing night with a married man
A few years before my dating (and sexual) life was totally relied on online dating (and porn) sites. As a result there were plenty disappointments; either due to fake profiles or due to members who presented themselves as courageous but didn’t dare to proceed on an actual meeting. As I am not that much into online sex (I do like some erotic chat but I totally hate cam sex) I was facing a long dry season. I was about to give up that form of hooking up. Still there was a guy who was looking interesting. We had chatted several times and his replies were showing someone smart with a sense of humor (a combination which turns me on). He was married and as he was saying it was a fantasy of his to have sex with a cross dresser. Still he was hesitating, he was afraid that someone might see him and this was something he couldn’t handle. After several chats and talks over the phone (one of the rare occasions of giving my phone number to someone) we decided to meet in a hotel. In order to secure the discreet nature of our meeting he suggested both of us to check in (in different rooms) and to visit him at his room. He also asked me not to come dressed but to prepare myself at my hotel room (what he didn’t know was that there was no way to go at a hotel dressed and check in with my real name). He picked a really nice hotel in Kowloon on Nathan road and we arranged our meeting on a weekday; that way he could easily tell his wife that he would be away on a one day business trip; it would …
A little tied up
THIS HAPPENED IN 1997 Donna and I were on holiday in Spain when over dinner she said “I want you to tie me up go away for a while then sneak back and fuck me”, as we had twin beds in our hotel I thought ‘why not’. The following day we’d been around the pool and as we headed up to our room she said “Now”, we’d had a shower as she laid on the bed looking sexy. I tied her wrists loosely but firm to the bed poles, then her ankles to the bottom of the bed, she was laid there in her birthday suit, her thighs wide open, then I slipped her bedtime mask over her eyes. I said “I’m going for a cig I’ll be back soon Ok” she replied “Ok but don’t be too long”, as I made my way out of the door I walked back and licked her she moaned. Downstairs I got talking to another man, he was Mike and he hadn’t had sex for ten years, his wife went off it after an operation and now she just wanks him off now and then. As I were telling him about our sex life he said “You lucky bastard” and that got me thinking. I said to him “Where’s your wife?” and he said “Having a lie down”. I said “Then come upstairs with me” and he nearly choked on his drink, “What now” he said, “Yes right now” he looked and then said “Ok”. As we made our way upstairs I told him “She likes anal are you Ok with that” he acknowledged that he was. “When we get in the room don’t say anything and get undressed in the bathroom I need to see you first”. I opened the door and we walked in, Donna said “About fucking time” I turned to mike …
Sex With My Wife and Teens
Chapter 1 My Wife and I on Sex Spree My wife Phil works part time in a big council estate with single mothers. Phil is bi sexual and loved consoling the horny single mums. One day I came home and went upstairs to go into our bedroom But when i got there Phil had hung a pair of her red pantys on the knob of bedroom door I smiled it meant she was "breaking in a new mum" while green pantys meant I could go in and join the fucking party She always kept a pair of green pantys under a pillow on the bed If she waved them it would be my signal to go into the bedroom and catch them fucking then I would join in the fucking party I went into the adjoining bedroom to watch because all our bedrooms had two way mirrors fitted When Phils niece Katy started to stay with us at weekends they were very useful Katy was a brunette pretty schoolgirl who got on very well with Phil They went shopping together and Phil allowed her to buy slutty clothes like her other teen age friends What I liked best was the very sexy bras pantys and other lingerie they showed me when they returned Her parents were very strict and did not allow her to bring home any boyfriends We allowed her to have boyfriends in her bedroom and we enjoyed watching their sex play . Also we encouraged her to have her friends dress up in our place before going out for a night Some would stay overnight particularly if they had been drinking When they were younger Katy would have her girl friends over for sl**pover panty partys Phil …
At The Park by loyalsock
It is a dark suburban park in a trendy inner city suburb. The kind of park that during the day would be filled with c***dren in designer labels and with women watching over them whilst discussing their house cleaner. We are there for other purposes. My girl pulls me close to her as we sidle up to the equipment. c***dren's play is not on either of our minds as we turn to each other. I stare into her eyes and see such lust – it would have shocked me except that I know I that the spark is mirrored in my own eyes. I pause for a moment to savour that look she is giving me before she pulls me into her kiss. Our mouths meet and tongues meld into each other. Her mouth is familiar but still sends nerve impulses over all of my body into a torrid state. I shiver as she breathes into my ear 'Do you want to play?' I cannot speak but nod dumbly as she slide her hands from my shoulders and down the small of my back. She lifts the bottom of my shirt up a little and scratches me lightly as her hands delve under my pants and down to my arse. Her arms are around me holding me close and she has started kissing my neck, gently biting and sucking. I am trapped in her embrace, she has me where she wants me and she knows it. She withdraws her right hand from the back of my pants and cradles the back of my neck. With the index finger of her left hand she gently strokes the start of my arse crack. At the same time she sucks hard on my bottom lip, nearly drawing bl**d. She is enjoying my reaction and …
First I fucked my Sister-in-Law
My wife Aisling and I have always had a good relationship with a very healthy sex life. This is an account of how our relationship moved beyond the conventional norm. At the time I was 35 and she was 32. I could go into great detail describing what Aisling looked like, but the easiest way is to say that she looked then a lot like the pop singer Katy Perry does now. She had long glossy dark hair, bright blue eyes and a slim but curvy figure with naturally large breasts and great legs. I was (and still am) 6 foot 2 with an athletic build honed by many hours of regular exercise every week. Just as Aisling was well endowed in the tit department, I was well endowed with a 10 inch long and thick cock. Now I am a grower rather than a shower, as when I am soft my cock looks nothing out of the ordinary, but get me excited and unless I am in very lose trousers things can get uncomfortable. This story starts one night in bed. Aisling and I had just finished making love and were cuddled up. Aisling said “You are such a wonderful lover. Tell me what your biggest sexual desire is and I will try to make it come true even if it involves other women!” Now I was a little surprised by this. Neither of us was shy about anything to do with sex. We had often fucked out doors and Aisling had even sucked my cock in the cinema a few times, but we had never discussed swinging or dogging or any of these other ‘group activities’. Now I did not have to give this any thought. I knew exactly what my …
My Star
You are my star and constellation I have been looking all of my life. I searched the horizons, My soul so alone. I longed for you all this time. Searching through every crack and crevice., Finding no one and nothing. I hungered for the impossible, the unattainable. I got lost in the shadows, Loving the darkness, never finding light. Drowning in infinite pain, Always reminded how alone I was All that time. One night you wrote to me, intrigued, Out of the blue. You liked what you saw and read, You could understand where I came from. I looked again at the immense sky, Saw you hurdling to me like lightening. You are my star, my love, what I've waited for all my life. You shine brighter than any diamond, And you're worth more than all The gold in the world. Your heart I love, my star. I keep you constantly close to me, Holding you deep within. I'm so glad I found you, I can finally stop searching. What I looked for I finally found, Making you my permanent home.
In Plain Sight: An Escorts Story – Part 2
I guess I should have felt some sort of guilt but I didn’t. If anything, I felt exhilarated and I wanted to do it again. And I did. Over the next two weeks my boss became like my boyfriend. He would open doors for me. He would ask me nicely to do things. He drove me home to my foster parent’s house after work and picked me up there a few times. He didn’t have to do any of these things because I was technically an employee, in more than one way. First and foremost I served soft serve ice cream at an ice cream parlor where he was the boss and son of the owner. Secondly I was a . . . for lack of a better word, a prostitute. Well, maybe not a full blown prostitute; we could say entry level. We had come to an agreement where I would give him blowjobs for money. That was it. I think some would say that was plenty but we hadn’t done anything else. Since our arrangement started a little over two weeks ago, my boss had “purchased” my services no fewer than ten times. I think that number would have been higher if my foster parents would have allowed me to work the closing shift all fourteen days. Instead they felt that “a young lady shouldn’t be out late every night”. Had they known what I was doing the ten nights that I worked, I’m not sure they would have thought of me as a lady. Living with my foster parents wasn’t much of a bargain. They were only doing it for the money and now that I was eighteen and officially out of the foster program, they weren’t receiving money to take care …
Moms desire
After finding out my mom had a lover, the way I looked at her changed, my Dad wasn't aware of anything, and I wouldn't like to blame all on mom either, she was 45 and very hot, her legs were thick and her ass round, her tummy a little chubby, the kind of tummy that I personally love, and her tits were perfect, white with pinkish nipples. She was a very hot brunette. Anyway, it was a cold rainy night and I was alone with mom, my dad called and told her, he will be returning tomorrow, he is sl**ping over at my uncle's house. As soon as my dad hung up, she started dialing the phone as I approach her asking: -who are you calling mom? -A friend to come over for dinner. -ok, I said. And I knew who the friend was. Here he is and I hate him, he is my dad's friend, they both are smiling and having a great time, and I hate them both. Mom even wore a very sexy dress which gave me erections, her big ass, and her thick legs were a beautiful view to enjoy. The meal is over and I'm not going to make it easy for them, I asked him if he was going to stay any longer, in a very rude way. Even mom noticed my dislike of the bastard. How Am I supposed to like him?, he is betraying my dad and fucking my mom.!!! I guess I was so rude and aggressive, that the guy told mom, it was better if he leaves, and thanked her for the great time they had. My mom gave me a very angry look, and said: "we would have a very serious talk now" I didn't say anything or apologize.. Mom closed the door and started to …
Kathy Exposed Me
Kathy Exposed Me I was in my late twenties and had only one prior sexual partner when I met Kathy. She was in her mid twenties, dark hair and eyes, about 5'5' and 120 pounds. She had a shapely bottom and very well shaped, though small breasts. Kathy was very sexually adventurous and I entered a completely new world when I met her. I had more sex with Kathy in a month than I'd had in my lift to that point. By that time she had me hooked and could talk me into just about anything. For many if may not seem risqué but for me, sex in a car parked on a street, in a park, a boat on a lake and a few feet from a hiking path, even after dark, was dangerous and exciting stuff. The big one was the hand job under the blanked at the Fourth of July fireworks, amid thousands of people in a park. One day about two weeks after the Fourth I was at Kathy's house in late afternoon when she told me to follow her as she went out the door and into her detached garage. She got into the driver's seat of her truck and told me to get in. Once inside she told me to remove my pants and underwear. I was reluctant but her smile, hand on my crotch and a new exciting experience convinced me to comply. She started the truck and as she backed from the garage she threw my clothes out the window. I asked, actually more like demanded, to know what she thought she was doing and told her to stop. She gave me a quick smile, a wink and with a laugh she backed out onto the road, leaving me dressed only in a tee shirt …