Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket on an icy cold winter’s night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her ‘slumber of the dead’ a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired, weary limbs under the big soft duvet and smiled; it felt like floating on a fluffy white cloud. Five days of the week, the pressures of academia sucked the life from her body, until she would finally collapse from mental exhaustion each Friday evening. Saturday morning was like being born again, in theory anyway. With a reluctant sigh, Sarah shuffled out of bed naked, navigated her way across the laundry strewn floor of her room, and slipped into the bath robe which she found slung over the back of a chair near the door. With all of the grace and poise of an alcoholic with an inner ear infection, she managed to stumble down the stairs without breaking her neck. Magazines and shoes littered each step in a veritable death trap of student crap. She weaved between the front tyre of a bicycle and the edge of a door frame with a practiced spin, then trudged her way into the kitchen. The tiles were cold on her bare feet, and the blinding light of a beautiful morning flooded in through the windows stinging her eyes. As she sleepily shuffled over to the refrigerator, Sarah saw pinned to the front of it a note. She removed the …
General Election 2010
As there was a general election due we’d had all the usual paperwork rubbish through the letter box, and as usual I’d ripped them up and thrown them away. This particular Saturday afternoon I was in the house on my own, the wife was at work, and I was settling down to enjoy an afternoon here on xhamster. Then there was a knock at the door, ‘fuck me’ I thought as I went to answer it. As I opened it there stood a man, around 35 years old, dressed smart but casual, he was representing one of the parties in the election and could he rely on me for his vote, we had a bit of a conversation and he said “Give me 10 minutes to convince you our party is right” I answered “Ok 10 minutes” and he came in as I locked the door. He sat on the sofa talking drivel as usual when after five minutes or so he said “I’m not convincing you am I” “No” I said. He looked deflated but he moved closer to me and said “Is there anything I can do or say to change your mind” and he looked me straight in the eye. As I held his gaze I was thinking something and as if he could read my mind he reached out and put his hand behind my head, with his left hand he pulled me towards him with his right hand he placed it on my knee. When I was inches away from him he kissed me on the lips as his hand ran through my hair, I felt my cock twitch. As he kissed me his tongue pushed into my mouth and soon our tongues were entwined. His hand was caressing the inside of my thigh and slowly, ever so slowly moving upwards. As we …
First Time
I have been married faithfully for many years. But I met a man online who sparked my interest. He seemed genuinely "normal" and was in a place in his life similar to mine. We were both missing something that we needed and wasn't getting at home. I love my husband dearly as does he love his wife. There was a mutual respect for that. We both have k**s too and agreed that our home life always comes first. That being said, as our emails continued, so did our curiosity. We decided to meet in a semi private place for our first meeting. I was extremely nervous and excited at the same time. It was like nothing I had felt in a very long time. The first thing I noticed about him was his smile. He made sure to put me at ease and was a complete gentleman. Meeting a strange man in the darkness can be a little intimidating to say the least. But he made it too easy. My mind raced as we made small talk. He was cute and charming and we were alone. I kept thinking was this something I could do? Did I want to cross this line? Once you cheat, you can't take it back. You can't make it ever go away. But the instant he touched my hand and looked into my eyes, I knew the answer. His gentleness gave me chill bumps. His touch was electrifying. When he leaned in to kiss me and his warm lips touched mine, I knew the answer. I was going to let this man do anything he wanted to do to me. His lips were warm and soft and he kissed deeply and passionately. His tongue darting in my mouth and me …
Not Just Another Day
Valentine's Day. Just another reminder of what could never be. I walked away when you made your choice and I'm left with only painful memories. There are no cards, no chocolates, no gifts to be shared with my intended. When the fourteenth comes around each year I'm reminded of all that could not be. Your hand wasn't destined to be mine and my life forever changed that day. For that was the day when I set you free and became a prisoner for eternity. Through the years I wish and I wonder if I had only tried harder to win you. Would the outcome have been different or would he always hold sway? There has never been another, no one to share my soul and desires. No one who could compare with your beauty and grace. No one to fill my empty spirit with feelings. When this day comes, the sting returns to remind me of my destiny. My eyes fill with sadness and pain until the dam bursts and releases the torrent. The tears are my only companion on this day and I can feel each one as they silently fall.
Visiting my mum
Visiting my mum I went in and slid my hand under the covers and played with her boobs to see if she would wake After a min I lifted the cover off her with my arm and tilted it so it slid off to her side, she didn't stir luckily. It's great seeing my mum laying naked on her bed, her boobs fall to her sides and her nipples point down. I slide my hand under them and cup them so I can feel the soft weight of them, they almost feel like a bag of water. She had one leg bent up, I had to gradually push on her knee and straighten it out. I moved round to the end of her bed and tugged at her knickers. They always roll up as I pull them off. I pulled them down her legs and off her feet, after straightening them out I put them on the floor to take with me. I held her knee and ankle and gradually lifted and pulled her legs apart, one at a time. I got a gorgeous strong whiff of her pussy as I pulled her legs wide apart. I licked the tips of two of my fingers and rubbed them in circles around mums pussy hole. As it got a little looser I dribbled on my fingers again and worked at her pussy, I'd licked them 4 or 5 times by the time I had them knuckle deep and winding them around I licked my fingers off and spat in my palm a few times, then rubbed it all over the tip of my cock. I stood up and put both knees onto her bed frame, I lent forward and placed my hands either side of her, just above her waist. I got one knee, then the other on the bed. I had to move my hands up the bed again, just …
Love in Old Age
I pray you, do not trample on my dreams. Though you may only see this outer shell, A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality, Is of no greater substance than the air, Masking the real truth that lies within From the unperceptive gaze of the world, Blinded by the harsh glare of common sense. Outwardly I may be on the dread path That leads to mortal decay and old age, My limbs may now be clothed in sagging flesh, Where in my youth there was beauty of form, Tautly balanced muscles, lithe grace and poise, And though my joints are stiff, and my knees groan In protest each time I rise from my chair, To my inward mind I am still that youth Who rejoiced in unbounded energy, Striding confident into the future, Bold in manly strength and undimmed vigour. My love, though you will one day share my fate, And age will steal the lustre from your hair, Your body prey to the ravages of time, Which process none by will alone can halt, In your soft beauty I will still delight, And in the bright fields of our secret love We will still run and play, …
Getting Trained for auction (part one)
Name: number 6 Age: 21 Sex: Bitch Training Obedience: Need Submissive: Need Pain: Need to be tested Mouth: Need Speech: Need Position: Need massive improvement Bondage: Need Current status: Owned by Father being sold on auction in two weeks Notes: needs to be prepared for any type of bondage position for the auction he slams my packet down on the desk before me as he leans down over my chair. "You need a lot of work" he says gruffly. "No I don't" I start to say, but he grabs my face sticking two fingers to the back of my throat. "Your father sent you to be trained, so when he sells you, you can fetch a good price." He removes his fingers from my mouth and walks around the desk as he say, "Understand?" I nod. He sits and leans forward. "We will test your pain levels today, but first there are a few things for you to know. First off everything that happens here is off the record, understand? No of course you don't because you're a stupid little girl. What I mean is, when you go into that room, whatever happens in there stays in there, and in our paperwork, but you will be a virgin when you come out. Now do you understand?" He waits for me to nod and finally I do. "Second, you belong to us until your father comes to get you. No one will save you. Third, you will have your own room on the other side of the campus. No one is allowed in your room but staff. Fourth, you have a 6 am call every morning until you are awarded differently. Be there or be punished. And Fifth, obey the …
Games That Grown-ups – Part 5
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Games That Grown-ups – Part 5 After a hard week there was nothing like relaxing in the hot tub in the back yard, thought Joyce Summers. The warm water frothed and fizzled, the bubbles forming and popping in a continual effervescent surge, each one making a tiny, but important, contribution to the feeling of relaxation flowing through her. The MILF lay back, resting her neck in the headrest in the corner, closing her eyes to the coming dusk and letting the steam envelope her, cleaning her pores and relaxing her aching muscles. After another week running Sunnydale's premier Modern Art Gallery Joyce was in serious need of relaxation. "Mmmnnn," she let out a sigh of utter contentment and sunk deeper against the headrest, letting herself drift into dreamy contemplation. "Hi. I'm back. Where are you?" Dawn's voice came from front of the house, waking her Mom from the meditative state she had been sinking into. Joyce opened her eyes; there was still some sun in the sky, even if it was heading rapidly to the horizon. Joyce smiled as her heart gave a skip of joy at Dawn's return, in Sunnydale even the Slayer's s*ster shouldn't be out after dark, but that wasn't the main reason her heart had given a patter. It had been breakfast when she had last seen Dawn, as Joyce had slowly f***ed herself out the door to head to work, after a long, lingering kiss goodbye and after nearly twelve hours she was now missing Dawn so much it hurt. She sat up a …
Erotic Education #1: Erica-2
Erica is ignorant in erotics, slender sexy sweet tender tiny tit tasty teen blonde beauty Erica comes along for a walk and a private talk, surely she comes for the very first time Erica shows soon her mix of submissive curiousity for erotic education by sex in practise Erica is born to be my tasty teen sweet sex slave, I hope her siblings share her talents! Erica's second sexy lesson in love and lust, after coming in my mouth, comes all by itself Erica grabs my half hard mighty manhood when it is my time to take a leak in the water-park Erica follows my earlier erotic example: she kisses last drops off, takes it into her mouth Erica is as sexy as eager in erotics, as she sweetly swallows all of my strong sperm shower Erica is really ready for many more lessons in love and lust to follow, in some more privacy Erica is eagerly accepting my invitation to more intimacy, like me she wonders what is next? Erica is still a virgin, I have proof on photo that her hymen is a non-ripped cunny curtain Erica is soon to become a beautiful woman by my mighty member – how soon remains to be seen! I have first the pleasure of watching her water in the secluded water-park part of Westerpark I have a lot of luck with tasty teen erotic Erica: she opens up wide to let me lick love lips I have the pleasure of presenting her first ever orgasm, she even squirts in my face in coming I have a lot of luck that sweet sexy Erica is still a virgin and she lets me peek at her hymen I have more hot plans …
It has been a very long time and lots of changes i
Bad news first. I had what the doctor called a "spontaneous abortion". It was said something was not right and my body rejected it. Thankfully I have my Rita. We are preparing to move back to home in Ghana. Ken has actually left me already and is back there close to 2 weeks already. By the end of March I should have everything cleaned up here for an easy departure. I look forward to returning to my new home. My b*****r and Zoe went back with Ken. Since Ken left the group parties have almost come to a stop. Almost. The newest couple to our fun group is a lot of fun. Ken knows and has given me a single command which is to not get pregnant. While I expect not to, it's been a bit risky with this guy Mike. Patty is so much fun, loves toys and cuffs and such. She also loves girl in girl and I have been introduced. And I like it very much. It's so easy. Kissing a woman is to me just as hot as kissing a man. And no beard stubble makes it softer. Patty and I kiss a lot now, which leads to more things. Sometimes we just tease and please each other. Other times we 69 and that is where Mike gets to be a pest. When our 69 turn out to be one girl on top, you just know the gal on top is going to be getting Mike's cock. I can say firsthand that the view from below of Mike impaling Patty is hot, smoking hot. The first time he withdrew and left me with a cum drenched pussy took a little getting used. Upon jumping back on it I just found this too as a very hot finish. I need to declare that …
Former Playboy Playmates Part 2: Dianes Story
Author's note: This part of series involving fictional former Playboy Playmates. They are all sisters and will each have two stories — the first one will be interracial, the second will be incest. Diane is introduced in my other story: The Challenge 4. It's not necessary to read that story but you may think it's neat to learn a few things about her from it. The events of this story take place a couple months after the first. Editing thanks go to Todger65. Former Playboy Playmates Part 2: Diane's Story Chapter 1 Diane sat next to a hospital bed in Tampa Bay, Florida, gently caressing the hand of a 71 year old African-American. His name was Sam and they have been sleeping together, when they got a chance, for the last 15 years. Diane was in Tampa to visit her sister, Julianne before traveling to Atlanta for an event an old friend invited her to attend. Sam's son, Tony, would be there soon. Diane was looking forward to seeing him; they have been sleeping together, when they got a chance, since they were 18 or so. Diane, now 52, chatted with the older Sam about various things, knowing it would probably be the last time she saw him. "I still have that old Playboy issue you posed in," Sam told Diane. "Oh you do? Did you like it?" She asked, smiling softly at him. "Very much so. It brought me some happy moments," Sam joked. "Uh huh, I'm sure it did," Diane said, kissing his hand. "Tony will be here soon, maybe you two can go to lunch." "Maybe, but I'm having fun talking to you …
Sandy, Debbie, Matt and I: Wife Swap
MY STORY: My wife and I have been married for about five years, and while we are very monogamous, a recent event changed my mind about monogamous relationships. As an Army Officer I am expected to attend certain social events, and while my wife is not a social butterfly she goes along with me, because she knows the political importance of being the “prim and proper, socially connected” Officer’s wife. My Battalion Commander was throwing a Party at the “O” club (short for the Officer’s Club) at my duty station. The Battalion Adjutant let us know, in no uncertain terms, that our presence and participation was expected. Everyone was expected to bring a date, preferably their wife or girl friend according to the invitation notice, which kind of made me wonder what the term “preferably” really meant. Debbie picked out a nice outfit to wear. Her short black leather skirt was sure to draw some attention, but I didn’t really care, because at the end of the day I knew who she would be sleeping with that night – or so I thought. As we walked the parking lot towards the Club, Debbie became a bit shy and worried if her skirt was a bit on the too-short side. I took a step back and peered at Deb’s ass. Debbie had long legs and a great figure, and it was her figure that had first attracted my attention. “No problem from back here,” I told her as we walked towards the Club. Once we were in the Club, we made the obligatory rounds and greeted the others. I ordered us two beers. Debbie and I …
Wild and Hot
TRUE STORY I met the HOTTEST girl I've ever seen in my life when I attended a meeting for immigrants to NZ from Germany. Her name was Luise. She was as tall as me, with lean legs and a tight, cute ass covered by some tight short shorts. She was slim, with beautifully rounded breasts highlighted by a plain white tee shirt. I couldn't stop looking at her, and my mind kept wondering to her toned, tanned legs… After the meeting, I new I had to go and talk to her if I wanted some. So I went up to her and we talked german. She was from a small town, Burgberg, Bavaria and I was from Munich. I was ultimately turned on when she giggled. It was a high, cute, and sexy giggle that sent the blood running to my cock. We exchanged our New Zealand numbers, and in the following months, we became good friends, going hiking, sailing, fishing, and exploring. She eventually moved into my little house near the beach, and quite close to the native New Zealand bush. One night, while I was sitting on my deck with my German beer, Luise came out with her beer and we sat watching the surf. There were no close neighbours and we talked until late that night, about 11 o'clock. She was wearing nothing but tight, short shorts, and a tight fitting vest, ultimately showing her feminine allure. I said we should go to the bush tomorrow, so we agreed on exploring the native bush the next day. Little did I know I was going to be exploring a different bush the next day… We set off about 10 o'clock, and at 1 …
My journey into submission (ch 1-2)
My journey into submission (ch 1-2) The following is an account of real things that happened to me. There is nothing particularly sexual about the events of this story, the purpose of this is to express how I felt about them in order for myself to better understand my feelings and find anyone with similar experiences and thoughts. Everything in this story happened after the age of consent for everyone involved. A final warning, this is not a romantic story of any kind and I’m sure some will find it and me a bit weird so please only read if you have an open mind. Chapter 1 My story begins a couple of months into sixth form while on my walk home. I took a rather scenic route along the coast beside a quiet road with the beach on the right and a small forest on the left. This day however didn’t do the location justice, it was a typical English day, grey and drizzly, the horizon obscured by fog and the roads covered in water. I live in a fairly remote area but despite this a pair of girls shared most of my journey. I had seen them around school and was pretty sure they were in my year but had never actually had reason or chance to talk to them before despite taking the same route home as them for the past two months. They happened to be walking right behind me that day which already made my introvert, awkward self a little nervous. In an effort to respect their privacy I was blocking out their conversation and trying to walk faster to create some space between us. Unfortunately …
Step Daughter Halloween
Its Halloween and the annual Haunted House is up and running. You beg your mom to take you this year as its supposed to be the scariest one ever. She tells you that she can’t because she has to work but says that I might be able to take you if you ask me nicely. After she leaves you come to me dressed in your costume, a sexy teacher. With a tight skirt that hugs your ass like a second skin so you can’t have panties on, high heals that make your legs look longer and give your ass a lift, your top is a white shirt open to just below your breast showing off a sexy bra and your great breasts with a jacket over that open to your waist and a pair of glasses. My heart almost stops when I see you. I tell you that not something my you should be wearing as I feel my self getting hard. You giggle at me as ask if I will take you to the Haunted House. I say I don’t know, if we show up with you dressed like that I might get arrested. You tell me not to worry you thought of that. Pulling out a wig you say that with it being dark and this wig no one will know that its you. Handing me a mask you say that this will hide my face so we can go. I give in saying yes. When we get there I see a long line of people nervous we stand in line you right in front of me. I can see the men there looking at you with lust in their eyes knowing that they would love nothing more then to fuck you. Finally we make it in side and as we walk through the house I fake being scared so I can pull you closer to me and …
Lonely Mothers Milk
My name is Jasmine (name changed), I’m currently 18 years old but my stories goes back 4 years. This story is 100% what really happened and I will only be presenting this in 4 parts with each part being longer and more detailed, this is part 1 and 2 combined. This tale of my life I’m calling Lonely Mothers Milk. This is my first time trying to put my memories into words so please give good feedback but don't be mean. Part One ———————————————————————————————————————————————– About 4 years ago, my Mother, Father, and I had just moved into our new home in Victorville, California. Not only was the home huge but it was also centrally located between the beach and Las Vegas so no matter what we decided to do we always found an excuse to leave and have fun as a family. Being 14, the more time I spent away from home the better and my parents were always trying to be the fun parents. That was while my Father wasn’t on tour overseas of course. My father was a mechanic for the United States Army. He had paid for our new home using VA funds and some money he had saved up, and due to the recession homes were so cheap my parents had their pick of them. My Father had served 2 tours overseas and was planning on staying at a local base to finish up his remaining service time. After we were situated in our new home and my Father had been doing his thing at the military base locally (which was only 2 …
my date with jennycumslut part two
The second part of my story about my date with Jennycumslut. This memory will be burned in my mind forever and thinking about it drives me wild to know I did what I always fantasized about! Hopefully this will make you cum hard… I left off that I had just made plans with Jenny to see her later that evening. I was out for a nice paced walk in the park close to my apartment at the time we had made plans so I hurried back home. After drenching of sweat from hurrying home since I was to meet her in less than a hour I quickly showered and didnt have time to shave my pubes down. Me and her texted back and forth and decided to meet at a parking lot at a mid point of where both of us lived. All the time I was so horny and this sexual energy was flowing through my body so much that my nipples were so sensitive that I leaked pre cum anytime my nipples were touched. I also slipped my aneros anal toy as well before I left the house so my ass was on fire driving towards the meeting place. I had arrived first and texted her and she responded she was running late… Typical of a woman lol! Well she answered that she wanted to be somewhere private and I wanted to fuck that night so I made the move to reserve a king size bed hotel room close by. I made the arrangements via an app and texted her back. I was so horny and my boner, asstoy, and nipples were bringing me to assgasms texting her back and forth. I told her where the hotel was and I proceeded to make my way there all while dancing …
Nate Ch.1
"Good morning sweetie" I kissed my wife's cheeks and hugged her. "Hey baby, early work?' she asked as she continued cooking breakfast. "Yea, early business meeting, no time for breakfast, and I'm already late, got to go baby" I called while walking out the apartment door. "I turned the corner, running into my neighbor's daughter Emma. She was wearing her school uniform, the skirt flared around her knees. I apologized before helping her up, she crashed into my chest. "Oh sorry dear," I spoke as she pulled away, and fixed her shirt that was unbuttoned allowing me to see her budding tits. "It's OK Mr. Nate, I'm really late and that's why I'm in a hurry since I missed the bus." she spoke, adjusting her bag strap on her shoulder. "Do you want a lift, to your school, I pass right there?" I questioned, as my eyes stayed on her chest watching as it rose up and down. "Oh that would be so wonderful Mr. Nate," she smiled and walked beside me towards the elevator. The door opened and there was hardly any space. I walked in and then she after. As we reached the next level, more people entered and Emma moved closer towards me as we were pushed to the back. In order to get more space, she leaned against me and I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her closer. There was nothing sexual about this until her ass pushed back, resting on my dick. Instead of pushing her away, I pulled her closer rubbing my dick on her ass more, ensuring that nobody was watching us. She groaned and pushed back …
Dont Change – Chapter 2
Author’s note: Fiction – Noun – 1. The class of literature the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2. works of this class, as novels or short stories: detective fiction. 3. something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story: We've all heard the fiction of her being in delicate health. 4. the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining. 5. an imaginary thing or event, postulated for the purposes of argument or explanation. 6. Law. an allegation that a fact exists that is known not to exist, made by authority of law to bring a case within the operation of a rule of law. All of my works are works of fiction. Meaning they are made up. The characters, though sometimes loosely based on a real person, are fictional. Why did I find the need to change my introductory note? Because people seem to not know what fiction is. Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It in no way reflects actual events that I have seen or been in anyway a part of. The people within, though may have been based on actual persons, are in no way real. The story is made up, it’s fake, and any confusion with real life events means you should go get your head examined. Warning: This chapter may include topics that people are uneasy with such as but not limited to: Beastiality, Incest, Rape, Forced Sex, Sex with a virgin, Sex with a person in a status where they do not have normal cognitive abilities, or sex with objects. If you do not like to …
Card Shark
I don't know how the hell I got involved in that card game with Dave and his drinking buddies. Well no, I do know how, I just continually ask myself why! Dave lives down the corridor in the student halls at the university I attend. Though I guess he's not really bad looking, I'd never found him attractive. He had a kind of know-it-all attitude that just always pissed me off. Anyway, this particular Thursday night I'd gone down to his room to see if I could borrow some course notes for something I was having trouble with. I found Dave and two of his drinking cronies engaged in a game of poker and obviously all the worse for wear judging by the empty beer cans all over the floor. The guys all started calling for me to come and join in the game, saying how they'd love to make some easy money from me. I joined in their banter, telling them it was I who'd be cleaning them out. One thing led to another and the next thing I know I'm sitting at the table playing poker with them. Things are going pretty normally, I win some, I lose some, but then I'm dealt the mother of all hands – three kings and a queen. A couple of draws later and that's three kings and two queens. It's hard to conceal my delight. The trouble is the guys don't seem to know when they're beat and they keep betting for round after round until finally I'm actually out of cash! So I was out of cash now, but determined that I wouldn't lose this hand, thinking that my hand must surely beat anything the others held. …
Taking out the Trash
This is an old story my husband wrote on Literotica after we did a roleplay. Hope you all enjoy it.. _____________________________ First off, I'll be polite and I'll introduce myself. My name is Rick. I live in a little dingy floating on the banks of the Seine. I used to work as a trash collector in my thirties and now I'm pretty much unemployed after I was fired because one of the guy's who's thrash I used to clear had me fired for doing something that him and my employer both found pretty unforgivable. Years back, when I was around 38 or so, I worked around the villages around Lyon, going from house to house collecting the thrash and taking it away in one of those tiny haul trucks in the little by lanes where the large dispensers wouldn't fit. Doing my rounds everyday I'd go across roughly 50 to 60 houses a day and working shifts would have me exhausted and ravished because trust me when I tell you manually lifting thrash and having it taken away was a major pain in the back. The inhabitants of the houses I'd clear out wouldn't ever acknowledge my existence and they'd refuse to as much as curtly nod in my direction if they were around as I took their cans away, so getting a thank you from them was far out of the question. Yeah, I pretty much lived an invisible hard life. There isn't much to say about me though, personally speaking. I was a ruffed looking 6 foot high fellow with messy grey hair and an unshaven face. Quite a husky texture to be honest and a heavily built man …
Sex Clinic #1 – Prelude
I summarize this sexy series: sex with two good girlfriends leads later to intimate impreganations I summarize the sexy content of this issue: I make love to two tasty lovely ladies soon slaves of love I summarize the set-up of this serious series of sexy stories of to two women wanton for sex and love I will tell in my prelude how two girlfriends, each others best, become hot for my daily doses of love I wlll tell You first about a hot holiday together which turns our apartment into our first Sex Clinic I summarize the second longest part of this series when the cool hot hospital turns into a Sex Clinic I summarize the main line: one of the two heads that hospital, wants to get pregnant as her secretary I will first tell You all about our hot holiday for three one sexy Summer on a Greek island of love I will first tell You all about how the hospital turns secretly into a private impregnation stationI am on a hot holiday with two great girlfriends, one wants simply sex the other to get preggy! I am on a hot holiday for a foxy fortnight at a Greek island with two terrific tasty great girlfriends I am taking turns to dance with them both at Lesbos during our first night out, use it to talk them up I get them both soon in the mood to tell me their secret sexy wishes whispered during slow foxtrots I get them both soon in the mood for closer encounters without wearing their seductive sexy outfits I notice that the head of the hot hospital has less a head for strong booze than …
The Slime Pit at The O Club
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Sally Winters was standing in the middle of her college dorm room slowly shaking her head from side to side. She couldn’t believe what her dorm mates, Kelly, Tawana, and Julie were asking her. “No!” she said loudly in disbelief. “I don’t want to go down to The O Club with you tonight and experience the divine decadence of The Slime Pit.” She …
Single mom
I have decided to share some of my stories here of what has happened in my life. Many will find them wrong, but I don’t care. When I was 36 I was a single mom which was having a hard time making ends meet. I had a 17 year old son who was very smart but socially dysfunctional. He was straight A’s and did very well in school. He had dated a bit but was kind of shy. He was a good looking kid, but just didn’t seem to want to go out much. About a month after he had turned 16 I cleaned up the basement so he could have his own room. There are two rooms down stairs, a big one, and a smaller one where the washer and drier are. You can get to the big room from the garage if you want and the wash room from the stairs. Just before he turned 17 I was in the wash room and I heard something funny. It sounded like he was doing push-ups. I could hear the sound coming from around the plumbing. I walk over and looked through a small opening between the plumbing and the drywall. Oh my, he was masturbating. He was standing up by his desk with his penis in his hand. I was shocks as he was rather big, and his head was swollen up. It looked like he had a magazine on his desk. It must have been a playboy. I watched as he stroked his penis. To be honest I found it very hot. I had not seen a penis since his dad died of cancer. Then he started stroking faster and then he exhaled with a big grunt, then I saw long squirts of his sperm shoot all over his desk. When I was younger I was what many would call …
Dark Nites
DarkNites I The slap reverberated around the room. Jason gritted his teeth trying desperately to keep hold of his temper. Daphne started towards the door but Jason caught hold of her wrist, his eyes steely. "You're not going anywhere until we've got this settled. Daphne glanced coolly at his hand and then back to his face. Then she brought her foot down on his. Hard. Jason gave a furious growl and exploded into action. Grabbing her, he swept her off her her feet and headed toward the bedroom. Daphne gasped in anger. "How dare you!", she bit out, starting to jerk and kick as violently as possible. Daphne knew that she would probably hit the floor hard but she didn't care. Luckily for her, they had reached the bed when she finally came loose and landed on the bed. He was on her in a second, his body pinning her to the bed, his mouth finding hers. With a muffled cry of rage, she jerked her head away and got her first good look at him. He loomed over her, the fury in his eyes telling her more than words ever could that he was very, very serious about this. She went cold. "Damn you, Jason. This is ****!" Very deliberately, he shook his head. "No, this won't be ****," he answered quietly, "Because, I'm going to make you beg for me, over and over again." Daphne gave an incredulous laugh. "Never." she replied s**thingly, "You're crazy if you think you'll ever hear ME beg!" "Before this night is over," he promised softly, "You will." She threw all her strength at him, surprise on …