Rubber boots, sneakers, condoms. Lick smell is what excites. skype: hubert.gumowniak E-mail: [email protected] Control at work. 23.30 pm bell to check who admitted into the control room after identyfikcji controller. Mr. nice older hunk accede to control logs, etc. I am a fetishist gumowców standard setting waders on the bench. After all, how can nothing but sit and lick niuchnąć and gumiaczków of masturbation. Mr. controller interested in (asked) waders at the police station? I said that this is my private waders for winter in case of exit crossovers. I was surprised but the Lord began to watch the waders were interested in his white spots on the rubber Wellingtons. I did not know what to say but I said that it stains my frills fetishistic Lord inquired what this meant. I was a little embarrassed to say that this raid of sperm and licking. But the Lord has given peace of mind. He continued inspections. He noticed that I was looking to change his fly and his shoes (super Białutki with a dose of blue sneakers and white socks) Kaczorek my departure has already had the max as he can as his Lord to excite. I never thought that the controller may become so interested, watch controlled. Always fall and break and entry. The truth is that it was not the external control of our section. But I gave sluice stopped observing what I was interested in the controller. O Lord my surprise, he began, with noted my interest in his boots, saying that watching his shoes. Saying that they …
Between the palm trees and the sand. Ch1
link with pictures and video of Libby: http://gotlinks.co/5gFF Libby saw her twice in the first week of her holiday in the Maldives with her husband. She’d seen her when sitting at dinner on the first evening, sitting on an adjacent table, eating and reading. Libby had arrived the previous evening with her husband Nathan. They were both weary with jet lag, and a missing suitcase meant Libby’s wardrobe options were limited to a handful of bikinis, but she had still noticed the woman’s manner and her blond hair, tied up in a relaxed but attractive way. The following afternoon, reunited with the contents of her suitcase and relaxed after a morning on the white beach of the resort, Libby had seen her again. She was in the resort shop in a bikini and sarong, trying on sun hats in the full length mirror and pulling an amusing number of quirky faces and gyrating her body with each one. Libby had watched her for a couple of minutes, warmed by the woman’s uninhibited display. From behind, Libby heard Nathan call her name, telling her he had finished booking a boat trip at the hotel reception. In that instant the woman, via her mirror reflection, caught Libby watching her. She paused and smiled, then turned her head to look at Libby. She was wearing a large burnt orange fedora style cloth sun hat. There was another brief pause, and then the woman smiled and pulled another funny face but this time at Libby and solely for her benefit. She quickly turned and headed through the shop, her …
Wishing I were a Female.
After my first experience of a man fucking me, who was dressed in female undies, stockings, high-heel shoes, I wanked and wanked myself at night fantasising about being dressed simailar myself and having men fuck me. It took some months for me to pluck up the courage to venture down that path. During this time of uncertainty, I had two or three sessions with men dressed in lovely sexy female undies, who let me fuck them in the same park toilets. The feeling of their stockinged legs rubbing against mine as I fucked them, was delicious to say the least. Also the feel of the silky nylon slips they wore gently waving across my tummy was very exciting. It all helped me come to the conclusion that I must try it. Men dressed like this attracted me to them like steel to a magnet. So I was hoping that I could have the same effect on other emn, especially with my youthful body. I decided that I would have to plan carefully what I wanted to buy, so I made a list which included panties, stockings, slips, bras, a pair of heels, make-up, and a wig. This was the time when female wigs were very popular, so it was very easy to get one or two and not very expensive. I decided that I would go to a store and buy the gear at a reasonable price, not cheap and not too expensive. But I wanted to look good, a quality looking girl. I went to different stores for each of the items, telling the assistants that these were for my wife's birthday. I don't know if they believed me as I was only eighteen …
Teen Sex Worker
I was a prostitute when I was very1 3young for a rich perverts' club. There was a client who liked me to suck him off again and again. he could cum 5 or 6 times. sometimes more. I know he limped the next day!! He fucked me too, rested then cummed again and again. Another client liked to cum on my face. he'd feel up my naked body then play with himself i'd kneel on the floor and he'd jerk off on me. I didn't mind. I tipped my head back and let him paint me. then we talked about nonsense until he was ready and he jerked off and came on my face again. He cummed on me two or three times. He got off looking at my face covered in his cum, that's why i had to talk to him, naked as if everything was normal. He would reach out and play with my tits as well, pull on my nipples and make me cum. I stayed as quiet as I could. It was domination but better than being tortured. I wasn't allowed to wash my face until he dressed and left. He never even talked dirty. Better me that his daughter or son or whatever he had at home. i was YOUNG years old. he was a long term client. i never learned his name nor did i want to BIG RULE: Do NOT ask questions, just give them what they want another guy jerked off on floors or tables and other flat surfaces and watched while i licked it up. I was naked but he never touched me. VERY weird. Wait – I think he fingered and spanked me a few times. I licked it up slowly so he enjoyed the show. Most of my other clients just did “normal” sex. (With a ** YO …
Sex Games #10
This is a linked continuation of Sex Games 9 It took both Carol and I a long time to get over the trauma of her blowing Mark when I had specifically asked her not to. I still had vivid flashbacks of Carol kneeling in front of Mark, sucking his cock and fingering herself. We spent a lot of time talking about what we expected from our marriage. We avoided social events and parties. We kept ourselves distant from our friends. We held hands and cuddled a lot. I was still traumatized by what had happened. Carol was very loving and contrite. We made love nearly every day. Mostly it was tender loving sex, enjoying each other's bodies and how well we fit together. I'd slowly stroke into her cunt and murmur words of love and lust. Carol would hold my face in her hands and lock her legs behind my back. When we came it was a sweet release full of love and shared excitement. We did everything sexual for each other. Carol sucked my cock until I came in her mouth and then she shared an open mouth kiss with me. I licked and sucked every fold of her cunt and focused on her clit until she came screaming and humping her cunt to my very wet face. Carol masturbated me, using her juices as lubricant, until I came all over her. I finger fucked her until she had orgasm after orgasm. I fucked her warm tight ass and came deep in her. She sat on my face and ground her cum filled cunt and ass on my mouth while I stuck my tongue in her every hole. After a while our fantasy sex talk came back and we …
My Nympho Fiance
One of the qualities I always enjoyed about my fiancé is she a bit of a nympho. I never had a problem sharing her once in a while, allowing her to have fun with a random guy. The only rule was I had to be there as I enjoyed watching her and participating. She is a 5’6” blonde, natural 38C tits with large, dark areola. It had been a while since I had let Nadia have some nympho fun. I did that on purpose as I knew it would increase her wild desire. Nadia and I decided to go to the bowling alley in the afternoon. There would be fewer people around. We got a lane next to a single guy, college age. As soon as he saw Nadia I could see his eyes nearly pop out of his head. I knew he was happy that we were bowling in the lane next to him. Nadia was wearing a loose fitting top, one that would allow me and him to get a look at her tits when she would bend over. Both of us notice the poor guy trying hard not to get caught looking at her tits. Nadia made it very difficult for him not to look every time she bent over to pick up her ball. She purposely would face us and not the lane when she grabbed her ball. I decided I would let her have some fun with him. After we finished our first frame I told Nadia I would go get us something to drink and to eat. I just gave her a look and smile so she knew she had some time to test the waters with the guy. I took my time at the concession area to give Nadia time to cock tease him and talk to him. After five minutes she sent me a text. “He is chatting …
A Family At Odds Chapter 5
Writers thought’s: I know the last chapter made some confused and wondering. And I am sorry for that, but it was part of the story. Yes it was a twist in the story and like a few did comment love gets tested. And for those that hoped I would explain why in the next few chapters I will. This is the Chapter that explains from two point’s of view, but has a third that well ill let the that point of view explain itself haha. As to those that understand thank for your patience and support. So to the chapter that some have been wanting for. I give you Chapter 5 of A Family At Odds Tessa's POV: It's been a week since Gray and My son Nick left to go on the road to clear his head and rethink things. He came home last Saturday after test riding his trike that Gray traded for Nicks old bike. Nick told us he had to leave and get away. We asked why and all he said was he saw something he didn't want to talk about. Gray made sure Nick had enough to help until he could get odd jobs while away. We gave him our best wishes and love and he finally called me mom. I had a warm motherly feeling when he did. I think of all this as Gray and I are out on the town. He took me to a movie and now we are at a restaurant. We just got done eating our food and now we are just relaxing and sipping on our wine. Gray treats me out once or twice a month depends on my work schedule and his business with the club. Gray and I have been married for so many years and every year it just gets better. Gray is telling …
flower joint local sg gal
it was abt 1 year ago, me and my friend went to a flower joint club to hav some drinks…looking at those dancer(thais) dancing and mingle with us.. then suddenly 2 gals carrying tequila shots come to our table, said they need to put down the tray for awhile cos their hands is tired carrying the tray…I chat with 1 of them(local), she look like mix-bl**d…asking her Chinese or malay…she said her father is a Chinese and her mom is a baba…not bad looking for a gal… so I buy 2 tequila shots for her…at first she sit quite closing to me…then her hands start to land on my legs and we chat a lot.she can talk Chinese too..so most of the time we chat in Chinese.. when it was almost time the club going to closed and i'm abt to leave, she ask me where I am going. I said i'm heading home unless u want to follow me go for supper.. she agreed. she got changed and telling her friend she going back… we went to balastier there for some bak kut the and after that I trying my luck to see if she want to follow me go home… she said she is tired and just wanna lie on bed to rest… wait no more.. I bring her to hotel 81 check in overnight… when inside the room, I said i'll go shower first. after shower I just wrap a towel nia. as my cock already half stand,showing it out abit…she look awhile and smile.. after she got out from sower…she also just wrapped a towel only…then we smoke and chit chat… my hands starts to touch her body, slowly caressing her..then her hands also …
Court Record Chapter Eight
LIFE TOGETHER For reasons only people in love can explain, Sarah’s life took on new meaning after these events. There were only four weeks remaining until her tutored classes for fall were scheduled to begin. She had been forewarned that this was going to be a home stretch drive. These classes were going to provide her final preparation for college. For reasons you now understand, Sarah decided during these last weeks of freedom she was going to dedicate herself to bicycle riding. Each day she departed for extended bicycle rides always assuring Jayson was aware of her departure. She knew he would never be aware of her return, nor would he care. When Sarah’s governess had been released some years ago, Jayson had been adamant with the family he could not, and would not, assume responsibility for Sarah. He ran the household; it was a full time job. He often made a plea for additions to the household staff. (More staff, more pay; Sarah had long ago concluded.) One of the additions he had suggested several times was to hire full time, and in residence, one of Sarah’s single tutors as a full time governess. When this occurred, Sarah first concluded their might be something going on between them, or at least Jayson would like to have something between them; interesting idea. It had also occurred to Sarah that Jayson might be uncomfortable alone with Sarah as she matured into womanhood. That thought was put to rest. No one at the estate, including Jayson, had any concept of her …
When I Wake Up
When I wake up, I find my eyes searching, Longing for the eyes that make it okay, My hazel eyes looking for your chocolate brown. When I wake up, I find my fingers wishing, Wanting your hair to curl softly through my fingers, Wiping away all the pain from the ones that came before. When I wake up, I find my skin cold, Awaiting your touch to make its coolness warm, And feel your soft caress brush against it and comfort me once more. When I wake up, I find my heart waiting, Hoping that one more morning has come, Where you wake up beside me and fill me with the hope of another tomorrow. When I wake up, I find my soul searching, For more of the happiness that was in the realm of my dream, More of the beauty and the magic that I so crave from you, as you do from me, to help me through another day. When I go to sleep, I am at rest, Wrapped in the arms that I cherish and adore, At least, that is what I dream for us.
I meet her at a BBQ
I had just sat down to a plate of food when she walked into the community BBQ. The right amount of thickness in all the right places filled out the little black dress she was wearing, her heel elongated her legs. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she walked by laughing with her friends in what seemed to be slow-motion. I leaned over to my friend and asked if he knew who you were. “Her name is Dayana or something like that. She is Luis’ cousin,” he said, the last part meant to be a warning. Luis and I have had some bad blood between us since 6th grade over some crush we both had and his temper, so that just made you more appealing to me. I hadn’t seen him at the BBQ, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there, and I didn’t want to ruin the BBQ for the rest of the people enjoying themselves, so I sent my friend over with a note that said “I would love to talk to you, please text me,” and included my number. I played it cool and wasn’t paying attention to my friend when he handed you the note and pointed me out to you. When you look, you see a 6-foot, 220 pound, guy with strong muscular arms and tattoos, joking around with his friends. You take the note, and read it, sliding it into your purse, thanking my friend. He comes back and breaks me the news that you didn’t seem to interested, and somewhat dejected, I finish my drink and tell my buddies I’m taking off. About 15 minutes later as I’m walking to my house, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Thinking it’s probably my friends …
My Teacher
I sat there transfixed on the sight before me. Mrs. Farr was leaning over talking to me and I could see right down her shirt, those large melons calling for me. I could see her nipples! This was not the first time for this to happen as she wore loose fitting tops all the time. Mrs. Farr is no super model sorry to say. But for a eighteen year old k** that has always struck out with the ladies this is just as good. Mrs. Farr is average height, curly brown hair with some gray. Big warm brown eyes. Freckles, on her face and chest. A small pot belly and maybe her ass was nice when she was younger. I think she was in her mid fifties. We had moved every year for the last six years. Some schools placed me in honors classes and others placed me in with the slow k**s where I was bored to death. That moving around a lot and being in a different school every year is why I was eighteen and still had a year of school left. Mrs. Farr taught the slow k**s. This was 1980, things were different then. Anyway, I was in after school detention and Mrs. Farr was pretty upset that I was checking out her tits. "Go to my office, I am going to fix this little problem of yours." She yelled. I went to the office which was a closet at one time, no windows and small. Mrs. Farr came in right after me and closed the door and locked it. Strange I thought as I sat there really not too worried about what she might do to me thinking that I might be in for some swats. She stood facing the wall with her …
Swinging with my horny wife
As I sat out in the chair in our room, I couldn’t help but wonder what my wife had in mind for the night. This was the one and only night that she was in charge of the plans and she had been her usual stubborn self every time I tried to pry for information. Needless to say I was a little excited for whatever her big plans for the evening were. She had been in the bathroom for about a half hour and I had been waiting patiently outside in the chair at her request. When she had told me to wait outside the bathroom I hadn’t figured it would take her this long inside. Since this was her day though I bit down on my impatience that was starting to rise up and decided to wait another 15 minutes before I said anything. After waiting another 10 minutes I saw the door handle turn and the door slowly opened up. When she stepped out of the bathroom she took my breath away. My sexy wife was wearing a short black skirt that only went about halfway down to her knees. Her top was a lower cut shirt that exposed a good amount of cleavage, but didn’t dip too low and show off everything. Still with breasts that range on the larger side of D cups, there is a lot of cleavage to show. Her makeup was stunning, she was wearing bright red lipstick and a darker eye shadow. I was dying to know what kind of undergarments she was wearing, but secretly I was hoping that she wasn’t wearing any. She walked right up to me and took my hand and guided me to my feet. Once I was standing she gave me a quick kiss …
Hot summer night
It was a muggy August evening as Tyler sat on the couch flipping through the channels to find something worth watching. It was about 11pm, yet the temperature held steady at about 88 degrees with an equivalent dew point. Sweat was beading up on his youthful 19 year old body while he sat motionless. There was no air conditioning in the house because Tyler's father was too cheap to pay for the extra electricity. Tyler's twin sister Taylor was laying on her back on the couch with him. Her head was on a pillow just to the side of Tyler's leg and her feet with pink painted toenails were elevated on the arm rest of the couch. Taylor was wearing short running shorts and a tank top. Tyler was wearing only a pair of mesh gym shorts. Being twins, they had seen each other nude many times. But it had been at least ten years since the last time they were nude in front of each other. "It's too fucking hot!" yelled Taylor stomping her foot on the armrest, almost startling Tyler. "I know! And there's nothing on fucking TV either!" replied Tyler. It was clear the heat was making them both quite moody. They had spent most of the summer together since their parents went away just about every weekend to their friends lake house in the mountains. This was the first summer back after their first year at college. Both Taylor and Tyler both went to the same school. Once they were on campus, they barely ever saw each other, so they seemed to be enjoying the time they spent together over the …
04. Madame Jolies Art Class
People call me BC. BigCat. I have had this nickname all my life except for a period of 3 or 4 years at Art College, where I was known as ‘Fluffer’. These are the stories of that time. Fluffer’s time. My Art College was putting on a series of fund raising events, one of which was a chance to do a life-drawing class with the college’s star, a French Artist called Madame Jolie. Obviously, this wasn’t her real name, none of us could remember that, so even she referred to herself as Madame Jolie . The name was supposed to be ironic because she always dressed in antique Victorian funeral clothing, apparently “mourning the death of the individual.” However, being in her late twenties and shapely, with thick white mascara, heavy black eyeliner and trussed up bleached-blonde hair, she looked a little more Monroe than Morticia. More Madame than Mortician. Mme Jolie had been let down by their life model, who selfishly had to go and give birth. So they needed, at very short notice, a nude. Don’t ask me how, but Madame talked me into volunteering. No, do ask me how. Mme Jolie was a good friend of my best friend Sara and, with a reasoning that defies all logic, she decided I owed her for my ‘education’. (See 01. Sara and the origins of Fluffer). Since she’d taught me what was where I was having the sex of my life. She said. I guess I can only blame myself for letting her eke out the gory details every time I got any. So one bright, cold, Saturday morning I found myself in the middle of a …
Confessions of a Cheater How It All Began [MF] [Cheating] part 1
link with picture's and video: http://adf.ly/vyRUZ I have cheated on my wife, Beth, a lot. It all started after the birth of our two kids in a three year span. Before the kids were born our sex life was pretty good. Looking back it was pretty vanilla, but we did have sex usually three to four times a week and it was good enough to keep both of us happy. Before I had met my wife I’d pretty much fuck anything that came along fatties, butter faces, girls with a low intellect and just about anything with a wet and willing hole. Back then I often set my sights on average girls or sometimes even blow average because they were usually an easy lay. Why spend all night trying to sweet talk a nine or ten into some sex? More than likely the 9-10 isn’t going to be all that good in bed because she has never had to be. Truthfully, most guys when they are with a 9-10 will heap praise on her if she simply opens her legs and lays there like a dead fish while she is getting fucked. As such I have found a lot of 9-10s are spoiled and lazy. That is why I spent all my time fucking 5-6s when I was single Anyway my wife is a 9-10 and when we met she was a good fuck. She also knew about my past and how I had fucked just about anything that came my way. My wife knew this and she still loved me so it was all good until she got pregnant. By the fifth month of her first pregnancy my wife hated sex and it just wasn’t happening. After we had our first child she wasn’t in the mood hardly ever. After …
Hot Naked Lani
Lani Walker was five foot four inches of sex appeal and she knew it. Although she was still a virgin, she hoped to change that very soon. She used all of her attractive assets to her best advantages – a mane of thick, curly chestnut hair, long, slender legs, a beautiful, innocent-looking face, and, perhaps best of all, huge tits with large, rose-colored nipples. On this particular day, the young girl was sitting next to her big b*****r in his new van. Brad was handsome enough to be a movie star, at least, that's what Lani thought. She adored her big b*****r and, even though he did not know it yet, she had decided that he would be the one to pop her cherry. "Okay, we've already run all the errands . . . now what?" Lani asked, swishing her hips around on the car seat. "I guess we'll go home now, Pet," Brad said, using his nickname for his little s****r. "Aw, I don't wanna go home just yet. Couldn't we just drive around for a while? Maybe we could drive through the woods," she said, referring to the forested area out at the edge of the small town where they lived. "Well . . ." Brad hesitated, thinking he really would like to have the chance to drive his new van longer a few more miles. But, he was thinking about how attractive he found his k** s****r, and about all the wet dreams he had had about fucking her. He had to admit that he was afraid to be alone with her for very long. Already his cock was half-stiff, just from feeling her soft, young body pressed next to him. Lani …
Sliding Sideways
“It’s like I’m sliding sideways through time and space,” Quentin explained to Vivienne. “You might have seen that movie with Gwyneth Paltrow, or maybe, in this continuum, Renee Zellweger: Sliding Doors. Only for me, it’s all the time. The way I understand it is like what Stephen Hawkings explains. You know, that we live in an infinity of parallel universes. Only that while most people stay in one spacetime continuum all their lives, I’m constantly sliding through all of them. I don’t go backwards and forwards in time. I just go forwards, but the universe I’m in changes around me. And I’ve got no control of it any more than most people have any choice about which parallel universe they spend the whole of their lives in.” “Go on,” urged Vivienne, as Quentin paused to assess her reaction. Was she humouring him? Quentin wondered. He often felt the urge to confess his predicament, knowing that the Quentin who would have to live with the consequences of it was the Quentin whose body he was currently occupying and who would, no doubt, be thoroughly confused by the memory of this occasion. But Quentin had long stopped caring about what the Quentins he lived in might think. After all, they weren’t always that kind to him. He had several times suffered venereal diseases, war wounds, and even an uncomfortably generous waistline that had been bequeathed on him for the moment of his residency. “Are you sure?” Quentin asked. Most women he’d spoken to on this matter (almost always women …
A Usual Work Day
Tomorrow when you come to work I will have a few surprises for you. I have a small bag that I hand to you. You look inside the bag and see two small, remote vibrators. I tell you to go into the restroom and put one of them in your pussy and one of them in your ass. I will have the remote for each and I will turn them on every now and then. I can turn only one on or both on. I can keep one on while switching the other on and off. I would love to watch you in at work in chair knowing that the two vibrators are humming away in your pussy and ass. I want to watch you cum in your chair and cream your panties. And just as your orgasm is done, I hand you another bag and tell you to put it in your ass and you can choose to take the vibrator out of your ass and put it in your pussy with the other or keep it in your ass. When you get to restroom and open the bag, you see a medium size butt plug. You place the plug in your ass and then go back to your desk. Then after about an hour or two, I send you a note to meet me in the restroom. I tell you that you need to ask to stay late tonight. You tell your boss that you need to stay late tonight to finish your work. After everyone has left work, you are thinking you are alone at your desk when you feel both vibrators turn on at the same time. They were put on the highest setting. I am just watching you at your desk as the vibrations flow through your body. I come up behind you and without saying a word I grab both of your breasts in my …
Dogging slut
Dogging! Do you love it hate it or just don't think about it? One of the guys on here, 1voyeurhubby, has a slut for a wife. She has been for some time but over the last few years it seems to have taken on a much more permanent role in their sex lives. She just cannot get enough cock, she loves being fucked. Me you ask? Well I got talking to him and wanked off to the pics he posted of her being well and truly slutty. Liked it so much I had to try her out for myself. During the summer his wife was feeling extra horny, it was sunny and warm and she just gets extra wet between her legs. He'd come home to find her sitting on the edge of the sofa, her legs wide open in just her stockings and suspenders, rubbing her pussy and looking at him as he came through the door. "Honey, I need fucking!" This wasn't a request. She was horny and she wanted a good fucking. The kind of fucking you get from not just one guy. This meant she was in an "I don't care who or how I get fucked" moods. In this mood you can easily get her into going out dogging, whatever the weather. So he made her kneel on the sofa and got a vibrator inside her with one hand while he texted me "Wife extra horny, get guys, meet at woods park". I didn't need any encouraging, she has a great pussy. Seriously she is one of the best fucks ever! I got in touch with four other guys I've met through regular fuck meets with her, they were all up for a meeting and agreed to meet there asap. So I excused myself from my mate's and …
Hot fuck
just a quick note….had to let you know… hmmmm just been perving on your hot pics again……love a hot wank and cumm shot but nothing beats a quick hot fuck knocked off earlier on Friday had a couple of beers and a local trendy pub, having a bit of a perv on the office girls coming in there short skirts, on the way home played with my cock and got so horny…so I was watching some porn on the laptop while doing quotes…then logging on Hotmail and perved on your pics….what a Friday….lol made me sooo fuckn horny…I was sooo fuckn hard and wanted a quick one…….stroking my cock …..wanking away and just about to unload over your naughty pics…. when I heard the car driving in the garage… I thought…oh shit….. my partner is coming home ..shes home early,she must have finished early…….8.30 pm……lol I am going to surprise her…..I walked outside with only some very lose shorts on and a flagpole poking out…. I watched her getting out of the car….hadn't seen her all day…..fuck she looked hot…white blouse, knee long skirt, black stockings, heels…made my cock just a bit harder…..she walked away from the car, turned the lights off and as she walked around the corner I grabbed her….she was shaking for a moment… I whispered in her ear…don't say a word, just do as your told…..as I was pressing my sweaty body and hard cock against her tight butt….with one hand I grabbed her and fondled her boobs from behind and with my other hand went down …
How my stepmother and I taught my BF to Fuck
My name is Veronica and this is the story of how me and my stepmom trained my sexually inexperienced boyfriend. My mom and dad divorced when I was younger. I spend two weeks a year with my mom. My dad remarried India when I was seventeen. We hit it off and got along well because she never tried to be my mother. By the time I turned eighteen she ended up becoming my closest friend, my confident and eventually even my lover. My real mom is well there is no nice way to say it is a whore. She strips and has sex with wealthy men for money. Obviously that is how she met my dad all those years ago. She has told me she tried to make it work and she stuck with the marriage until I was two before she left us. In her own way I know she loves me, and did the best thing she could for me by getting out of my life, and letting my dad and a series of nannies raise me. I immediately liked India because she wasn’t a gold digger and she didn’t try to mother me. I had made it this far without a mother and I didn’t need a mother all of the sudden. My dad and India have an unusual arrangement to say the least . They don’t necessarily have a romantic sort of love and they both see other people. Most people simply call what they have an open relationship. My dad travels a lot and out of any given month he is gone for at least three weeks. After he saw how well me and India hit it off he married India partly to provide me a companion and a life teacher of sorts as I had outgrown nannies. His other …
Spillover
From the files of Dr Marie Lyndon. Patient GS: T 05/08/14 Interesting case. Delusional. Possibly self-deluded, possibly schizophrenia. Delusion comes in the form of being told by ‘voice’ (non-recurring) that he has been given infinite power over the humans of Earth. Patient has decided ‘not to use this power’, quoting Lord Acton: “Absolute power corrupts absolutely”. His deepest desire to ‘never have been given such a power in the first place’ and to lead normal, happy life. Confronting the delusion obviously dangerous, so humored patient and spent most of session debating the wisdom of not using power. Made appointment for next day—patient seemed anxious to have ongoing conversation. Got quite agitated by end of session, but had next appointment waiting so had to assure patient that discussion would resume tomorrow. F 05/09/14 Patient is educated caucasian male, mid-thirties. Single, or at least didn’t mention girlfriend or partner. Spent session trying to ascertain what triggered delusion—no military history, no signs of PTSD. Except for obsession with delusion, patient seems otherwise healthy. Spent first half of session allowing patient to vent—spoke at length about potential consequences of ‘using power’, including (as mentioned in last session’s notes) potential corruption and inability/unwillingness to stop. Attempted to reassure patient that he is in control of his own life—seemed to calm him down. One phrase repeated—“If I don’t let it out, it’s like it was never …
Nathan or Nico?
I walked into my school, looking around nervously. I didn't know what I was going to do. I had recently been given a very difficult choice by two guys I really liked. Nathan, the sensible option, a cute, intelligent, kind guy, who was strangely attractive. Or Nico, the really not sensible option, the hot football jock who had crazy mood swings and plenty of homophobic mates- but I found him so much hotter. I am 15 and gay in a very gay intolerant society in the middle of England. I'm very secretive and this is because i have a massive distrust of other people. So much so, I have a phobia of other people. I don't believe that talking to people helps things, and this is why I tend to keep myself to myself. However people think I'm weird because put in a social situation I act strangely. Once I was meant to be speaking in front of a class, fell over and rushed out the room singing The Real Slim Shady. This is what I'm up against. I first met both Nathan and Nico when I was 11, when I thought I was straight. I was with another girl I knew, Sophie. However I knew I liked boys, I couldn't stop staring at people like Rafael Nadal, but not because of his tennis ability, because of his cute and beautiful face. I just didn't know there was a thing called gay. I remember sitting at lunch with Sophie and seeing Nico the first time and thinking 'he's fit,' but trying to push these thoughts out of my head as I realised these were unnatural thoughts. I thought 'Two guys can't be together. …
Moms Special Christmas Present
Mom’s Special Christmas Present by rmdexter The following story is a complete work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Note that as opposed to most of my posted works, this is a stand-alone story, offered as a holiday thanks to all my loyal readers. Keep that in mind when reading—I hope you enjoy it. And please take the time to vote or leave a comment, the authors do appreciate it. “Jake, I can’t believe you went to all this trouble!” Tanya Nolan said as her son took his hands from her eyes. The 18-year old had led her into the family dining room with his hands covering her eyes, making sure she enjoyed the surprise. “Anything for you, Mom, especially at Christmas.” It was Christmas Eve, and the two of them were alone. Tanya’s husband, Warren, had left just a few days before on business, overseeing an important project for his company in China. He’d been home for close to a month, but was needed back on site by Dec. 23rd for an important meeting with the Chinese delegation funding the project. “Everything looks so….so wonderful,” Tanya gushed, her eyes taking in the surprising sight before her. Jake had told her he wanted to cook dinner for her on Christmas Eve, but she never expected anything like this. He’d set two spots at the table, one at the end and the other right next to it. He’d used the family’s ‘special dishes’ and silverware. The room was lit only by a number of candles he’d placed on the table, giving it a …