Dad is a businessman, we live in a big house, outside the city of Stockholm. 1948 was just fresh the summer season, only 3 years after the world war 2 has ended up, still a bit confusing times, Dad used to speak a lot about politics and chances for the future of our f****y. My dad company is known for make telephones, a large Swedish company, based in Stockholm, and it was chances for business, Dad travels a lot and is out of home, almost all the time. Summer is the best time in Stockholm, because the weather is warm and we can have a time outdoors, for walking and everyone is happy. In the summer i go to the club doe swimming and volleyball classes with my classmates and have a chance to meet them and update myself with the latest of teh things. I have only a few friends, Laura, Claire and Marcus, we always meet in the club, but sometimes i invite them to come home, they can even sl**p in my home, our house is big, have about 10 bedrooms, Dad is a bsuinessman of telephones, sell for all Europe and soon maybe, to the rest of the world. With the end of the world war 2, still is crazy how people can´t let alone about politics….at the school, we still discuss about the invasion on Normandie, in the north of France, and the fall of the Nazis. Marcus is the only guy-friend i could be confident for personal matters, i´ve always suspected he likes me, but never had courage to try anything with me. Marcus is my classmate, just like Laura and Claire, but is good to have a guy, …
The Academy 3
Jordan sat in the deans office. Staring at a woman that has become a family friend over the years of her being at the academy. Dean Rose. "Jordan…" She began, "what were you thinking." Mrs. Rose was a tall thin woman with black hair and a pretty face. She had a very professional and intimidating look about her. "I've had enough of those assholes," she said. There were protests for the first year of the schools creation, then it died down, still a few off and on but it was maintained. But now the idea of sex schools were expanding. Some people don't like that. "Like this should be stopped by now," Jordan was outraged, "Haven't they gotten used to us by now." "New ideas are hard to accept to some people… Especially when it goes so against ones beliefs." "I don't get it, why are they allowed to march up to our entrances and do that," Jordan said, "like I don't go fucking in their church." "Yes but you do blow their children." Jordan remained silent. "Do you have any idea what kind of message that sends the public," Mrs. Rose continued, "I can see the headlines now, "young devil woman corrupts a child of God"" Jordan crossed her arms. In any other situation Jordan would have snapped back with a witty comment, but not Mrs. Rose. Jordan has respected her since she was 9, and thinks of her as a mother figure. "You messed up big time Jordan" "So what are you going to do" Jordan retorted, "expel me… No you can't do that I've been here since the beginning, I remember back when …
THE ELEVATOR WENT UP WHILE PATRICIA WENT DOWN!
So we received an envelope in the mail it was real fancy embossed in gold leaf and everything I looked at Patricia she looked at me and shrugged so I opened it the cover said “Your Invited!” I opened it up and there read “To our home warming party!” It was from our friends Tommy and Suzie Wong he had made a fortune in the market and had bailed out before it crashed only an insider tip had saved him from disaster so it seems they just moved into a new highrise building The Millennium Tower in San Francisco it showed a picture of this super posh residential building which happens to be one of the top ten buildings in the world how amazing is that! Of course Tommy has a huge suite on the top floor twenty five stories up I couldn't even imagine what he is paying to live there that type of money is way beyond me! I saw Patricia staring at the tower with wide eyes she has such lovely eyes so dark and shiny they light up my heart every time she smiles at me which is often I pulled her close and said “Wish I could afford to have us live in a place like that!” Not really wanting to but wanting to hear what she had to say about it but Patricia just turned to me smiled her most amazing smile shook her lovely head no “I love our house the one we bought together and fixed up just for us the one I share with you my adoring husband I don't want to live in the clouds I want to be here with you!” I drew her into my arms “That's what I hoped you'd say!” I threw the invitation onto the table …
Jamaican Resort Day 4
True story, full of fun and sex. Check out Days 1,2 & 3. We had breakfast with the usual crowd. They were teasing you about the wet T shirt contest. You were wearing your prize, a T shirt that had "dangerous when wet" printed on its chest. As usual you had no bra on and your nipples were poking out. For your bottom you had on your white see through bikini. On your left was one of the single men. He touched your thigh and began caressing you. You looked at him and let it continue for a few minutes then removed his hand while squeezing it. Everyone was talking about what they were doing that day. You and I had arranged for our van driver, Brian to show us around. We met him at the reception desk. You were still wearing your prize T shirt and bikini bottoms. He looked at your outfit and winked at us. Instead of his rickety van he had arranged a limo stocked with wine and weed. As we drove away from the resort we smoked some dope which always makes us horny. Our first stop was Dunn's Falls. We were the first tourists of the day. The idea is to walk up beside the roaring waters on a series of flat rocks. Brian excused himself and went into a changing room. He came out wearing a white speedo which emphasized his bulging cock and balls. You looked at him but said nothing. It could be dangerous making your way up so the way you proceed is single file with the person in front holding the hand of the next person. Brian went first and took your hand while I held your other hand. The …
Scholarship Essay: The day I came of age. (CAW Entry.)
Anne and Martin Court self reliance scholarship. Purpose of Scholarships The Anne and Martin Court self reliance foundation promotes self reliance and independent thinking among the young men of America. Scholarship Criteria Our belief is that achieving a high grade point average should not be the only criteria for determining who deserves to be helped. For that reason we are offering a scholarship that will be awarded on the basis of character, as evaluated by the essays that are submitted. Scholarships are intended for our future leaders across a wide spectrum of fields of study. This award is available to high school seniors and all students attending a post secondary educational facility. You are not required to be taking any particular courses to be eligible. How to Apply: Students must submit an essay entitled "The day I came of age." Amount of award: $500.00 Deadline for entry: March 31, 1986 Submit essay to: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX There is no application packet for this award. Please do not include your resume at this time. Be sure to include your full name as well as the name of the school you are attending this year and your plans for next year. *** The Day I Came of Age. Anthony Burris, Lee High School. I plan on attending university this fall, I have not yet decided which. … when I became a man, I set aside childish things. (1 Corinthians 13:11) The day I came of age started well, the sun streaming in past the blinds woke me about ten. I waved my …
me & Kirsty take on the rugby team
Well Dean picked us up at 8 oclock, from llandeilo as arranged. Kirsty jumped in the front, and me in the back. Sitting in the back was an older guy I’d not met before called Dorian, He was in his 30’s. Dean explained that he was a prop in the team, but we had to drop him off on the way back, as he had to get home. We’d only been driving a few minutes, before, I felt Dorians hand sliding up my leg, and into my knickers, and without hesitation, slipped a thick rough finger into me. He told Dean to pull into a lay-by up ahead by some trees as he wanted to fuck me! We jumped out of the car, and went into the trees, and there was no messing about, he got his cock out, pulled my skirt up, and knickers aside, and was pumping into me in seconds. He wasn’t long, but was quite thick, and went at it really hard. It didn’t take long before he was grunting and cumin into me. We went back to the car to find Kirsty just licking the remains of Deans cum off her lips, so I knew they’d had fun too. We dropped Dorian off at the house. We arrived around 9:30, there were 5 other guys there I only knew 2 of them but knew the others were also rugby players. I knew Stewart and Shaun from last time, but there were 3 other men in their early 20’s, Tom, Phil and Rhodri. We got a drink and began to chat, and someone passed us a joint, the atmosphere in the room was electric. It was 10pm and suddenly Dean told the others that Dorian had fucked me in the woods whilst Kirsty had blow him, that got them …
Sexy Meet and Greet pt. 2
Few months past since Alvin and Kristie did something. But since Kristie was called onstage with the chipmunks, she's gonna be the guest of their mall tour later on. The chipmunk's assistant, Stacy called her. " Hello, is this Kristie? " Stacy asked. " Yes, who am I speaking to? " Kristie replied. " This is Stacy, the one who told you to go onstage with the chipmunks on their last concert ". " Oh well hi.. why did you call me again? " Kristie asked. " Because.. you're going to be their guest on their mall tour later! " Stacy said happily. " OMG! really?! I can't believe it! " Kristie said. " I'm going to get you for a few minutes, see ya " Stacy said. Kristie was so excited, but she remembered something; Alvin. She was thinking if she will go or not. " I can't just refuse to go.. I'm the guest! " she thought as she quickly took a shower and got dressed. A few minutes later, Stacy went to Kristie's house, she was riding an Alvin & the chipmunks van. She knocked on Kristie's door and Kristie opened it. " So, are you ready? " Stacy asked Kristie with a smile. " Yes! " Kristie answered excitingly. Both of them went inside the van and the driver took them to the mall, backstage where Kristie and the chipmunks are going to perform. Kristie saw the boys, Theodore was wearing a black shirt with a dark green and black varsity jacket and dark blue jeans. His hair was dyed black with blonde highlights and he looks like Zayn. Simon was wearing a blue checkered top and black jeans, he …
Sorrento: Part 2
Thursday started overcast and remarkably cool. I was happy to wrap up in jeans and my cardigan. I confess that I had slept remarkably well and despite the change in the weather, I started the day feeling refreshed and remarkably alive. Somehow I knew this was going to be a very good day. I was so glad that Tom had fallen asleep when I arrived back to the room. I had been convinced that he would know what I had been doing just by looking at me, or worse still, smell sex. I had been convinced that every man in the hotel had known what I had been doing, but somehow that just contributed to the warm glow that had developed inside me. I had become a woman that was desired and wanted. I felt special. Tom had set an early alarm. As we sat and enjoyed breakfast together, he brought me up to date with work. I have always taken an interest in the job he did, and always made sure I was there to listen to ideas and grumbles whenever they arose, particularly if he needed to just vent. I was genuinely concerned that this round of talks had not gone well, but when he told me that he had to go to Rome, I found it hard not to cry out with joy. I would have a whole day alone. A whole day to do whatever I chose without having to face the reality of what I was; a faithful married woman. I know that I should have been questioning my judgment, reminding myself of the vows we had made when we got married, but if those thoughts were there in my head, they did not linger. I wanted to enjoy myself. I …
Hot cuckold/MMF dream/fantasy
I had this really hot dream about my wife and one of her male friends that I kind of know but don't really know having a threesome/cuckold type scenario. It was so hot and I'm really contemplating on whether not I should act on it. I recently discovered cuckold porn and three some porn and I got admit I'm kind of turned on by it. I'm completely straight, 100%! But the idea of seeing a big fat thick cock and my wife playing with it is very exciting. Not sure if it's the taboo aspect of it or just that I want to see my wife properly fucked. See I'm not exactly "hung" and I don't perform for hours. I guess the thought of her, or it being like she's in a porno also is very exciting too and I'm sitting right there front row seat getting upfront action of extreme pussy pounding and my wife's beautiful face in an expression of orgasming on a thick headed dick, over and over. So anyway about my dream. Back history : My wife has this friend who I know she's attracted to because she loves his type. He's a big muscley dude, gym rat type, over 6 feet huge arms, you know your typical alpha male. Well recently after looking through some messages of hers, I came upon their conversation. I knew they had been talking too, she said she was talking to him the other night, about healthy eating and working out. She said that he was going to start training her which I don't know how it's going to work if he lives in another state, but I said cool. One night while she was doing dishes, curiosity …
Rachels Dare – Part 4
The music cut through the red-tinged light of the strip club, sending a shiver down my spine as we both entered. The man at the door – topless and in tight pants – had talked to Rachel for a short while, before gesturing at a tall, blonde woman who stood behind the bar. The woman was busy observing the rowdy patrons of "For Her Eyes Only", keeping a keen eye on proceedings, and not bothering to look in our direction. All the way over from the sports bar, I'd held on to the faint hope that the manager of the strip joint wouldn't be interested in Rachel's proposal. I was in decent shape and – as Rachel has said only a few days ago – I wasn't unattractive. I wasn't Chippendale's material though, and I certainly didn't have the moves that some of those male strippers would be able to pull off. My nerves were pretty much shot as we'd arrived at our final destination, and Rachel had enquired as to where the manager was. I'd tried to smile at the doorman, who'd managed to take that in entirely the wrong way and had given me a playful slap on the ass. Rachel had at least given me my normal clothes to wear on the walk over. I didn't know whether that was out of compassion, or to make the gulf between what I wore into the bar and what I'd end up wearing at the bar even more immense. Whatever the intention, I already felt naked even though I was still fully dressed. The thought occurred to me that if this is what I felt like now, that the actual strip itself would be completely …
Backyard Exhibition!
I realized I was bi-sexual when I was 12 and it was around the same age when I realized I was an exhibitionist/naturist as well. Since then I have been exploring my bi side and expanding my bi-sexual and exhibitionist experiences. I’m going to share an experience I had many years later in my own backyard. It was a typical Southern Nevada summer day, blazing hot with most people staying indoors enjoying the comfort or air-conditioning. While I appreciate the modern convenience of air-conditioning, I prefer to cool off by skinny dipping in my pool. I have neighbors on two sides with the open desert behind my house. The neighbors on my left, who have direct view of my backyard from three upstairs windows, are an older married couple who keep to themselves and are relatively quiet. The neighbors on my right are a single mom named Isabel, about four years my junior, and her two young boys. Isabel also has a great view of my backyard from two of her upstairs bedroom windows. I know this because I have seen her watching me several times. I saw Isabel’s ex pickup the boys Friday night, which meant Isabel would be home alone all weekend. This also meant I wouldn't have to be worried about her boys seeing something they shouldn't. As I said I’m bi-sexual and really enjoy anal stimulation, including using my many toys! Saturday rolled around, I was feeling horny and I decided to have some fun in the sun in my backyard. Usually I would begin by cleaning the pool in my swimsuit, taking …
Homework and Hook-Ups: Fun with the Soccer Team
It was a warm fall day and the boys' varsity soccer team was scrimmaging. Shirts vs. Skins. Nick was a skin. Some of my colleagues suggested I should support the sports teams, get more "school spirit". Gag. But if it meant getting to see Nick's taught, glistening abs again, well, I guess I could take one for the team. Get it? Nick spotted me and jogged over to where I was sitting. "Hey, Miss Lane. What brings you here?" he asked oh so casually. "Oh, I've always been a sports fan, especially soccer. I even used to play myself. Although back then, we used dinosaur eggs instead of soccer balls." Really? Did I really just use the dinosaur joke? A really bad one at that. Nick laughed, "Miss Lane, you're way too young to be talking like that. Well, from one soccer star to another, do you have any advice for me?" "No, Nicholas, I think you should just keep doing what you're doing." I winked. "Alright, well thanks. Enjoy the show." he flexed his muscles a bit. His wonderful, muscular muscles. He jogged back over to his team. My phone buzzed in my pocket; I had a text from Nick. "Meet me in the locker room. I have something to show you." My stomach flipped when I read that. I imagined another long, hard fucking in my future. **** When the practice was over, I snuck into the gym and found the boys' locker room. I slowly opened the door. It was fairly quiet, just the sound of the air conditioner, a dripping faucet, and my echoing footsteps. It smelled of a mix of cologne, sweat, and …
Kristens Hidden Fetish
I woke up in a dark room; I couldn't see a thing. I tried to get up but I couldn't. My hands were both strapped very tightly to some unseen object above my head. I realized then why I was so cold – I was completely naked. I was attempting to puzzle through this situation when a door on the far end of the room opened. Light flooded the room, making my eyes sting. As the room became illuminated, I could see there were other people in the room, also handcuffed to bars on the ceiling. I took a better look at the newcomer. They were a girl, about 5 and a half feet tall. She was wearing very tight jeans and had only a sports bra on. She stopped in the middle of the room, looking me in the eyes. "You're probably wondering why you're here," she said. I nodded. "Well," she began, "I enjoy sex very much, you see. So I've taken the time to capture you and bring you here to be my personal sex slaves. My name is Kristen, but I expect each of you to refer to me as 'Mistress', or I will punish you accordingly. You are required to serve me for a period of 1 year, after which it is your choice to stay or not. And don't even think of escaping – we're on an island, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Now," speaking as she went to unlock our handcuffs. "I'll show the three of you to your room." I looked at the other two prisoners. Both were girls. "Room, singular?" I questioned. "M-mistress?" Kristen laughed, light and full of genuine humor. "Yes, you are not going to have separate rooms. …
Now in the Winter of My Life
Now, in the winter of my life, I look back over our years together We have raised our children to adulthood We learned to communicate without words A glance, a smile, a wink and holding hands A soft touch on my shoulder or back Your lips on my warm cheek, or your fingers Brushing back a stray lock of my hair A quick pinch or pat on my derriere’ Our expectations and dreams changed Things we once thought so important Had moved to the bottom of our list I didn’t love you the same way as I Did on our wedding day I loved you more with mature, undeniable passion We have given each other the gift of remembering How deep and loving our relationship had grown Leaving us just as we started, the two of us alone together Memories of making love, basking in the sweet afterglow Taking long romantic walks in the moonlight Holding hands, stealing kisses and touches As I sit alone at the kitchen table sipping my now cold coffee These are the memories of us that I keep Buried deep in the center of my heart and mind Now in the winter of my life
My Cousin, Beth
My name is West, and I am now 20 years old, though this story takes place when I was younger. I am 5’11’’ and reasonably well built because of years of both tennis and football. I have really dark brown hair and blue eyes. My athletic talent made me popular, and my resulting body allowed me to get almost any girl… except the one I wanted most: my Younger cousin Bethannie, or Beth as we call her, who is perfect. She is beautiful; she stands at 5’5’’ with brown hair and hazel eyes which usually look green. She has very fair skin, pouty full lips, and the most beautiful smile. Her breasts are amazing, a very full c cup at least, and her ass is to die for. She has spent years building it up with dance, which also pleasantly resulted in greater flexibility. But more than her physical aspects, she is intelligent and slightly shy. She is rebellious and amazingly sweet. I’ve never known anyone like her, her behavior always surprises me. My feelings started developing years ago, though I couldn’t tell you exactly when. It was more like a series of incidents that lead to me grasping the true nature of my feelings. The first time I realized Beth was more than just my cousin, but an attractive girl I was 13 and she was 10. We were playing innocently enough with two of her friends (Hannah and Lisa, who were her age) plus my two b*****rs (Christian 14 and Carl 9). We played tag and then hide and seek. Eventually we started playing a role playing game in which the boys were the villains …
Just For Fun
JUST FOR FUN [part 2 of 2] By: Helena Handbasket JUST FOR FUN You WILL need to read "Justin Time" before this one. My back door lover man, Justin, was highly interested in having a threesome with his girlfriend Gisele and me. Firstly the problem was that we needed some sort of pretext, and secondly a plausible explanation of how Justin and I had legitimately met. For the first we decided he'd been to quote me for plastering, and that for the second element (this is a stretch, we realised) that in the course of conversation, Justin had told me as they both lived with their parents, they had nowhere they could spend the night together, most of the time. The idea was that I'd offered the use of my home for them to fuck, basically. I didn't know if this would hold water, as I didn't know how naive his girlfriend might be. I would never have believed it, but that's me. It was suggested they come over together on the Saturday night. I would do them a curry (well buy one, I can't cook) and some wine then they could go on up to bed, and I'd sl**p in the spare room. That was the plan. How I would actually inveigle my way into their lovemaking was left a little vague. So they came, and lord you should see her, I have a picture, which hopefully you will find here: *Giselle" It's not a rude one, she wouldn't allow that. She was about 5' 10" with tousled natural ash blonde hair halfway down her back, kind of skinny but with huge boobs, for her build, and a small but gorgeous arse. She …
Tales Of A Housewife
She had been fantasizing all day long about him. As a stay-at-home mom, Brandy had time to…reflect…while the kids were at school. That day, everything around her made her think of David. More specifically, everything around her made her think of fucking David. Everything. She would wash dishes and fantasize about them being in the shower together; his hands roaming all over her slippery wet body; the splash of the water as he kissed her deeply and shoved his fingers in her pussy. She could feel the warmth in her sex as she washed each dish, licking her lips with anticipation. It didn't end with dishes. Bending over to switch the laundry from the washer to the dryer, Brandy would dream about him coming up behind her, unzipping her jeans, pulling them and her panties off, then pulling her shirt up over her chest to release those plump tits that he loved so much. He would push her down on the washer so that she could feel the cold metal on her hard nipples and then he'd ram his hard, pulsing cock into her wet and needy cunt. Just the thought of him slapping against her sex, made her so horny, she had to go send him a text message telling him how she couldn't wait for him to get home. Brandy loved her hubs. It had been a few years of…dryness in the bedroom. Oh, they had plenty of sex. But something was missing. She had mostly opened herself to David because she loved him and she wanted him to be happy, which is not a bad thing, but she wasn't allowing herself to enjoy it …
A Catholic Lesson in Sex– Part 1
Boredom. The worst feeling in the world for me. Mom and dad were gone, and they said no leaving the house. Fine by me, I guess. Just me and my sister, alone and bored as hell in the middle of the December break. It was frigid outside, and a blanket of snow covered our Wisconsin home, but it was warm inside thanks to the space heater. I guess I should introduce myself, since this is my messed up story, after all. My name is Ben Tracey. In this story I was 14, my sister, Elizabeth, was 16. I was lanky for a 14 year old, around 5'10, almost no meat on my bones. I had a mess of curly black hair, and a small face, almost like a mushroom. My sister was a bit shorter than me at 5'5. She had a small frame, I guess, sorta wide hips and sorta big breasts, with long brunette hair and blue eyes. She had round cheekbones. She and I were somewhat close, I guess, but didn't really have much to say to each other most of the time. We both came from a Catholic house, so there were a lot of strict rules on what we could and could not do. I'm surprised our parents even left us home alone for three days, but they wanted to test our trust I guess. Our TV and internet both had protection from the things that would make us “unpure”. In all honesty, I wasn't big on the whole Jesus thing, and neither was Elizabeth. We just followed all the rules and such. So we just relaxed on the couch watching some educational programming, because that's all that was on. That's literally all we had done since noon, …
Noras Tale: 2 – Frisk on the Beach
After putting on a good show for my neighbor Levi on Saturday night, I awoke Sunday morning with the desire to do it again – and immediately. I jumped up to turn off my alarm clock, then sat back on my bed and struggled with the temptation before me. I had felt surprisingly comfortable with pleasuring myself in front of Levi’s attic window the night before, having him watch me plow myself to orgasm. There was a chance he was up now. He had been awake this time the day before, catching me masturbate on the roof deck the first time. I wanted to go up and check, and if he was there, this time stroke myself slowly and teasingly to orgasm. But I had things to do. Seventeen-year-old girls didn’t just wake up at 6:30 am on Sundays for nothing. I needed to go on my daily run – especially since I had missed it the day before due to a series of distractions. The itch that had snuck up on me during the night hadn’t taken too long to scratch. Opening my fifth college acceptance package on the roof hadn’t eaten up much of my time either. Even my small panic attack about my uncertain future wasn’t really be to blame. What had really preoccupied me was encountering Levi and sharing my predicament with him. In order to chat about my woes, he had actually climbed out of his attic window onto his roof, then jumped off onto mine to meet me. Between offering me advice and getting my lusty little heart rate going, he had nearly made me late for work. While on my roof, he had also swiped the …
Breaking Point
Jade is 39 a very attractive woman going through a nasty divorce. I'm handling her divorce as a favor to a friend. It is one o'clock in the afternoon in my law office, we had just finished with the final details for the divorce. At that moment, Jade happened to be sitting in front of my desk. She had fun flirting with with me during our meeting, I made a comment that she could come over to my place for two hours and nobody would know. Her frustration with the situation at home was reaching the breaking point; she had enough and at that moment, something snapped deep inside. I wouldn't have been her first choice in a lover, I'm her lawyer, I'm divorced six times and I'm sixteen years older than her. Plus the fact I had a condo a few blocks from my law firm and she could leave her car in the parking garage. We could take a cab and she could get in and out without arousing any suspicion. Pushing her misgivings aside, she took a deep breath; watching as my eyes dropped to her swelling chest. " John, today is your lucky day. I will take a cab with you to your place." When we reached my condo, she followed me into the building. Jade kicked off her shoes once we got inside, as I turned to lock the door, she turned around and debated on what to do one last time as her trembling fingers found the front of her jeans. 'This is my last chance to change my mind,' She thought to herself. 'If I do this, it will change everything. Do I really want to do this or not' Her head swirled with …
Sweet Tasting Revenge
This is my first first time publishing, but I wrote this story while I was still in high school. Any constructive criticism is welcomed. Enjoy! My name is Emily. I am 26 years old and I live in Madison, Wisconsin. I have been married to my high school sweetheart, Tyson, since I was 18 years old. Everything was good and our life was perfect until about 6 months ago when I found out Tyson had been having an affair. I’m not the nosy type or anything, but I found out when I went to use the computer and his email was logged in. The messages that were on the screen said how much they both enjoyed fucking each other and how they were in love. I never confronted my husband about it. I just decided that two can play that game. A few weeks later, he told me he had to leave town for two weeks on a business trip to Milwaukee. I knew he was going to see his little slut but I just told him to have a nice trip and hurry home. Within the few weeks between the time I found out about the affair and my husband leaving for his trip, I had become friends with my new neighbor, Amber, who just so happened to be a lesbian. Ever since I was in middle school, I had been attracted to females but never acted upon it. I’m not a bad looking woman. I’m five foot five, 150 pounds with curves in all the right places; I have 36 DD breasts and a nice ass. I have red hair, green eyes, tan skin, and a smile that can light even the darkest places. I have never had a problem catching the attention of any man, or …
Sharing Cindy Capter 32 – Cindy Enjoys Her Firemans Hose
Sharing Cindy Chapter 32 “Cindy Enjoys Her Fireman’s Hose" _________________________________________________ Those of you, who have read the last chapter, were introduced to Jim. Jim was a fireman that Cindy had met at a local festival. She enjoyed spending some time with him and decided that Jim would end up being one of those lucky few who she would see on a regular basis. Basically he was to become one of my wife’s boyfriends. I could tell that Cindy thoroughly enjoyed her initial time with Jim. What was not to like? He was a well-built fireman, he owned his own home, he had a boat and he really knew how to fuck her well. Cindy discussed with me whether I would have a problem with her seeing him again. I explained that while he met most of her criteria, I wanted to find out more about him and lay down a few guidelines for him. Cindy called Jim and talked to him several times over the next few days. She once again explained to him our situation and that if he had a desire to see her again, she was more than willing but he would be have to meet me first. Of course he was very nervous about that, he still wasn’t convinced that I wasn’t going to kill him for banging my wife. She had him on the phone and was setting up a time for us to meet for a couple of drinks. They had just finalized a time and place when I asked to speak to him. “Jim?” “Uh….yeah?” I could hear the nervousness in his voice. “How are you doing? This is Cindy’s husband, Keith” “Uh…I’m fine. “ “Listen, I …
Afternoon at the Movies – by CSK©
Hello everyone. Here is a small tale about a young man who encounters a fun surprise in a movie theater (not an adult theater, mind you). The story includes aspects of seduction, humiliation and an older-younger encounter. I hope you enjoy it and I look forward to your feedback. Hopefully you will want to see more. I like this idea because this situation could easily be one where the main character could be either male or female and the story would still work. ***** I sat frozen, looking at my computer. The blinking cursor on my screen provided the only movement in my cubicle. I knew I wasn't going to get anymore work done today. It was just one of those days where I could not stand to be in my office anymore. I needed to get out of here. I needed to be… anywhere but here. Then an idea came to me. I fired up the browser on my computer, furtively looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching and checked the show times at a local art-house theater not far from where I lived, but far enough from my office that I wouldn't accidentally run into anyone. I felt like going and seeing a movie, but I was very worried that someone in my office would see what I was looking at. No, the site itself wouldn't get me in trouble, but the movie I wanted to see might reveal a little more about me than I wanted people to know. Fortunately, the coast was clear and my eyes returned to the screen, to the poster of the film that I was dying to see. I gulped as I looked at the picture. …
Picking up a Stray
As has happened many times before the little woman and I had a "domestic dispute" that ended with her telling me to "Get Out!!!". Usually I tell her to fuck off and settle in to the couch for some loud TV to drown out her bitching until she shuts up, but this evening was warm and it had been days since my last blow job,,,probably why the arguement started in the first place. I hit a couple of sleezy bars where the blow queens hang out, you know , the sluts that will suck cock for a couple shots in your car or the mens room. My phone kept going off, the bitch just couldn't leave me alone long enough to cool off, leaving message after message threatening to toss everythng I owned into the street if I didn't answer. Sometimes she forgets the deed is in my name and it's her ass that's in the wind if it comes to that, so I continued my trek. The four beers I had at the last stop were hitting my bladder pretty hard when the sign for the rest area came into view so I wheeled in, headed for the woods and whipped out Mr. Willy. I hadn't drained the second beer when I heard a whisper from behind a nearby tree…"Need help with that?". I'd gotten my first blow job from a guy, years before a woman had found her way to my cock and I'm not put off by a guy who likes to suck, but in the woods in the dark does make me think twice. "What did you have in mind?" I answered and from around the tree I made out the form of a small man as he came into the dim light. "Anything that make that happy" …
Dunes of Maspalomas
Last year I returned to Maspalomas once again. I had heard about the things going on in the dunes and I was curious. Just behind the camel path I came across the first guy with backpack and no trousers. I adapted myself. High sun protection factor should make me walking for miles. The place is surreal. In sight of the big hotels a fair of sexual activities is held. Swingers don’t like to walk far. Of course there are sunbathers too, but sometimes walking around a corner, you will stumble into scenery of fondling, sucking and banging in some bushes or under a palm tree, always with some gentlemen standing nearby, working on their organs. They circle all day long to be present when it starts to happen. Women are a minority and never alone on their way. Out of a bush leaped a tall tanned skinny, his erect dick swinging. I thumbed up to show my admiration. An Englishman, wearing nothing but a hat, manifested the beauty of life and asked me if I needed Viagra. I denied, laughing. The English like it noisy. I saw one of them fucking missionary, while she set the pace under him with “faster” or “slowly” or so. After his relieve they introduced themselves by their given names. Another one was plunging two fingers passionately deep into a pussy to make the woman tremble and scream. Just as they finished a hawker passed by. “Cool drinks, water, beer!” The peepers laughed boisterously. I had to accustom. An Italian couple waved to me, I waved back. When I had my evening circle almost …