Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye… My passing shadow, In memory of coming sorrows Awakening spirits of long forgotten. The never ending of my despair, In silence of my crying echoes As I lay broken petals upon your bosom. That which anointed my eternal hereafter And baptismal quake of my new tomorrows. Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye… My passing shadow, Stand alone soliquey of gone love And dead eyes.
New people new places
Most of the time when people go out for a few drinks and maybe some entertainment they don't expect to live out one of their secret fantasies.My husband and I had been together for 23 years , and have had many nights out , but never had I imagined one to turn out like this. It started as a simple night out, of course I was over{or under} dressed as I like to be when we go out. I like to draw attention to myself just by walking into a room. My name is Shannon and my husband is Shane I stand 5'8" I have long blue hair that hangs just above my waist ,my eyes are a grey-ish blue. I have a curvy body with a great pair of D cup tits that are firm and supple and a set of well shaped legs that lead up to my well rounded ass. I also have 15 tattoos in all ,my favorite one is the fairy on the back of my neck. Shane is six feet tall with blonde hair that falls to his broad shoulders with piercing blue eyes. He is thin with lean muscle and very masculine. He also has tattoos which just make him more sexy. We were tired of going to our usual haunts and decided to go to a place that we had never been. We had driven past this club across town that looked to have a very large and diverse looking crowd. I chose to dress in my finest punk rock fashion. A short pink pleated miniskirt, pink and black bustier, torn black fishnet stockings and a pair of knee high boots that laced up the front. I wore my hair up ,in pigtails and a spiked collar around my neck and matching spiked bracelets I wore …
I ain´t a whore…they get paid for sex…
…I´m just a Dirty slut, and I like it that way 🙂 Excuse my Spelling by the way. This summer I spend a lot of time at a Swedish nude beach. And there was a lot of sex I can tell you. This time I had one of my fuckbuddies, John, with me. John is a big guy with lots of muscles so he could protect me at the beach, when I wanted to be dogged. Another great thing with John is his cock – 25 cm rock hard, and thick as hell. I can´t tell you how many time he had made my ass ake even now when Im really used to anal. Our goal was set from the start but we wanted to take it step by step. We found a sheltered Place in the dunes, put down our towels, got nude and then just wait. A couple of minutes later the first man walked by, then he came again and sat down a couple of meters away, just in a Place there he could see my body in full. Now step two started. I spread my legs a Little so he could see my pussy. I saw how his cock swell up a bit. Now one more guy came, he just stood and watched. Time to get in action. I grabbed Johns cock and caressed it so it got hard. The two guys started to play with theirself. And in an instant five more guys came…or men I must say. If the other two where between 30 and 40 this men where at least 50 and up to 80 I guess. John started to finger my pussy and when it was all wet and mens cocks stod right out we stopped. Me and John took our towels and walked towards the Woods. The men followed us and I guess a couple more added up. I blow John until …
Time Perception
Time flows freely, Yet strict in minutes and hours, Our perception however makes things stretch, Span longer or be cut suddenly short, How many times do we say in a lifetime, That someone's time was cut short? Do we fit to the trajectory given to us, Or do we test and tease it, Playing games with our makers plan, Like something out of The Adjustment Bureau? Time, Ticks, Clock hand, Turns, Slow, Steady, Constant, Yet we run to the rhythm of our heartbeat, Which quickens with desire, Slows with sleep, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Hearts feeling, Heads confused, Souls yearning, Reaching out, Souls are ageless, Always young, Never growing and hurting, Like bodies do, Skin wrinkling, Organs failing, Cancers spreading… Those things don't matter to a soul, A soul is untouchable, It feels emotion, And learns, A soul is immortal, A soul goes on and on, And some souls are meant to be together, To find each other and stay close, Not to be pulled apart, So don't worry about those New Year's Resolutions, Don't say you'll go to the gym, And then get annoyed when you don't, Just realise that in the end, The way you looked, Was purely vanity, And reach out, Accept love, Give everything to love, Love eternally, Love is ageless, Time is just perception.
My Little Sisters New Job Part 3
“Hey guys, I’m home. Anybody here?” The front door of my house slams shut and I hear keys hitting the table. Normally I wouldn't care for my mother’s arrival but this time I panic, I was balls deep in my little sister and was just about to bust a nut. My mother is walking around downstairs probably taking off her shoes and going through the mail before going to her room to undress. I completely forgot she was coming home early and I blame my sister for it. She’s such a hot fuck of a thirteen year old, my little redheaded sex slave that I've been fucking for almost a year. I have to finish off and get ready to pretend like very young pussy isn't getting pounded in this house. I pop my dick out of her twat and move up to my sister’s face after we were in missionary position. “Open your mouth beautiful, here I come.” I said whispering. Marissa opens her mouth. Her pouty lips, perfect white teeth and her pink tongue are ready for a coating of cum. I stroke my cock until six ropes of cum fly out, hitting her parted lips, up her nose and all the way to her forehead. She starts licking the cum on her lips and gives me a playful laugh. “Mmhh, tastes better than last time.” she said. I’m cleaning up to get ready to distract my mom so Marissa can run to clean up. I’m wiping up with a dirty sock and febreezing the room and myself from the stink of sex. “When I get downstairs and hear me talk to mom go discreetly to the bathroom. Wait until I get up here so you can go downstairs. Oh and …
Sex With My Sister (Book 1 Chapter 6)
Author’s Note: Originally Posted to AdultFanfiction.net, then posted to Hentai-foundry.com, now it’s made its way here. By popular request… SWMS the Series! Read and Review! Okay, so down to the nitty gritty of the note, my disclaimer. This is a work of pure fiction. The persons are fictitious, the situations are nothing more than fap material. In all this is fake. THIS IS NOT REAL. This is Fiction. I DO NOT HAVE A LITTLE SISTER NAMED HEATHER. MY MOTHER WAS NOT NATALIE. HELL, GIVEN MY UPBRINGING, I WOULD’VE KILLED TO HAVE THIS FAMILY. That being said, this work was originally written back in 2007 – 2010, in fact, it was in adult fan fiction with over 100 reviews telling my roommate who was in to cub porn to go fuck himself when he said incest was nasty. No, I’m not kidding. That’s how popular we got… When AFF told me I’d have to add disclaimers that made me a b it uneasy to my stories, I pulled everything until I found Hentai Foundry. Recently Their TOS had everyone pull any story or picture that may contain anyone that even looked under 18. Hence why my stories are here now. Okay, so let’s quickly cover why I’m going so slowly. I’m pulling this from a PDF format backup, meaning I have to properly format it for this website. Book 1 Chapter 6 Mom made sure that not only Heather got on birth control, but she had Jessi’s mom get Jessi on it too. For the next two weeks I had sex with Heather on a regular basis. But one night, after a particular sexy dream I woke up with a full …
Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 2)
Chapter 2 I was feeling pretty good about my life as I went home; reliving the day in my head. I couldn’t get Cherry out of my mind and it wasn’t even all about the incredible blow job she’d just given me. There was a real connection with her and I just enjoyed being with her. I wasn’t sure if it was love or not; it was still too early to know that for sure, but I knew I really liked her a lot. I was pulling up in front of my apartment when I realized I couldn’t remember a single detail about the drive home. Did I run any stoplights or signs? Did I speed or drive ten miles an hour under the limit? I couldn’t tell you and I honestly didn’t care very much at that point. I was on a natural high that I was sure I would never come down from. But I was, yet again, wrong. The next day, I was at work and still on my ‘high’ from my date. It was a normal day in every other respect. But then we got a call out on a traffic accident. We bolted to the rig, prepared as always, and barreled out with lights and sirens blasting. As we approached the scene, Chief turned around to us and said, “This is going to be a bad one, guys. One DOS (Death On Scene) for sure. Surgeon: you’re up.” We all just said in unison, ‘shit’. Brian’s nickname was Surgeon; a name he earned because of his skills with the Jaws of Life—NO ONE was better than Brian. As the scene came into my view, I suddenly knew what Chief was talking about. The intersection was a bad one: an interstate that ended and turned into local …
I Love You, Mommy 1
Nothing out of the ordinary, it was a Halloween like any other Halloween with me visiting my son, Joey, to spend some quality time with him, his wife, Patty, and my grandc***dren. Normally, I vacation with them for a week every summer but, this time, his wife, Patty, asked me to come again over the Halloween weekend to see the k**s in their costumes and to take them trick or treating. Since Halloween was my son's birthday anyway, it was a way for me buy him a birthday gift there, instead of buying it here and shipping it. "Mom, can you come over Halloween," asked Patty? "I could really use your help with the k**s and they'd be so excited for you to see them in their Halloween costumes." "Yeah, sure, I'd love nothing more than to spend the Halloween holiday with you, the k**s, and Joey. It would be fun to pass out candy after taking the k**s trick or treating. I haven't done that in years, since Joey was a boy. Maybe, the day before, we can go to the haunted fun house together." Only, a Halloween birthday surprise for Joey, my son didn't know that I had arrived to celebrate Halloween and his birthday, and I didn't know that this holiday would change our lives forever and change our relationship from mother and son to Elizabeth and Joey, lovers. It all started early one morning when Joey found his way home d***k. It had been his birthday. Not only had he missed his k**s dressed in costume and taking them out trick or treat but also he had missed his own party with cake, …
Randy boy
Hi my name is Freddy and this is my story. As a young lad I was always interested in older women, losing my cherry at 14 yrs old to one of mums friends and getting blow jobs from some senior girls at school, some of mums friends where real hot and so sexy, I would try and get a good look at them and always made sure they knew I was looking, that usually made their nipples hard, 1 of her dearest friends Kathleen lived next door, she had 2 girls Sally-Jane and Margaret also a boy called John, we all went to the same school and I played soccer with John at the local club, I had been feeling unwell for a few days and mum took me to the doctors, Dr Saunders was a real hot fox, big tits cute arse and a figure that made your pulse rush, I always seemed to get a good eyeful when she bent over and usually got a good hard on as well, the doctor said I had a bug and advised mum to keep me off school for at least a week, so I didn’t get worse and none of the other k**s got it as well, mum worked 4 days a week in the local charity shop and phoned in and explained I was off sick, she was told she had to come in on Thursday as no one could cover the shift, mum went next door to Kathleen who said if I came around as mum left she would keep a eye on me, all day and I could stay in John’s bed so I could rest. On the Thursday morning as Sally-Jane, Margaret and Jon went to school, mum took me next door and I went and laid in John’s room, as I said goodbye I rested and done some school work, …
Cunnilingus lessons
Sean had always been prone to talking a little too much, so when Amanda, his a-little-out-of-his-league crush told him that she wanted him to come over to her place and eat her pussy on Friday, it was a rare moment when he was stunned into silence. "Uh…," he managed to stumble out, "sure thing umm..- "You have done it before haven't you?" she asked, hesitation creeping into her voice "Yeah, of course I have, you just caught me off guard is all" he replied. He hadn't. "Ok well.. see you Friday" she hung up, leaving a stunned Sean sitting on the other end of the line. He had no clue what he was going to do on Friday. Sure, had seen enough porn to know basic female anatomy and to know that you were meant to pay special attention to the clit, but aside from that he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He was equal parts over the moon and completely shitting himself. Sean thought about Amanda, incredible, petite, blonde, just turned 18 Amanda, and realized that if he fucked this up, he might lose any chance at having her for real. He needed to clear his head. He pulled out his cell phone again and dialed up his long time best friend, Ruby. She picked up after one ring. "What's up?" she answered "Can you come over?", he asked, "I need to talk to you about something" "Say no more" she replied, and abruptly hung up. Within 5 minutes she was at his door, not really that impressive considering she lived 5 doors over. At 5' 7", she was only a few inches shorter than Sean …
Meeting Up With Good Friend
I met up with my good friend Lieke on a sunny saturday afternoon. Lieke and I have been friends since she and her parents moved into my neighborhood eleven years ago. Back then we were both skinny, tall kids at the age of ten. I immediately got along with her because she loved to play football and never whined about getting dirty or sweaty. Although we went to separate high schools and both had different friends, we always remained close friends. Puberty struck Lieke hard. In just three years her boyish body changed into a fine curvy girl with bigger than average boobs. We never felt the urge to date or experienced any sexual tension between us. For me it felt like having a mate in a female body. Now we are both twenty-one and Lieke lived on her own in a small apartment. It was a nice place though, located in a medieval building in the historic center of the city where she went to college. On this particular afternoon we planned to go see some bands performing live on a city square. Some sort of cultural festival, that really didn't interest me much. I was there for the beers, music and my friend of course. Lieke opened the door wearing a short, satin bathrobe. It was nothing for her to not be ready for an appointment. She greeted me with a hug and a kiss on my cheek. She excused herself for being late and said it was because of female issues. I teased her by asking that I wasn't even fully sure that she was female, so her reason was a lame excuse. She laughed and told me …
Laras Larceny
The fetid odour of uneaten pizza lingers in the stale,silent air as the sun slinks slowly over the skyline. The room turns dark for all except the defiant, flicking television in the corner. I swipe a fingertip across my phone, bathing my desk in pale light. ‘No messages. 9 o’clock. ’ My fingers drum irritably on the armrest. It’s maddening, yet I can’t stop the relentless torture eating slowly into my brain. At last I leap to my restless feet, pacing the room. Religiously, I check my phone every three laps of the three-piece, mumbling angrily to myself more and more. ‘C’mon, Lara, you’re taking the piss, now…! This is the third time this week!” Eventually, I snatch up the phone and punch ‘call’, still unable to stop my pacing. The endless ringing in my ears is as torturous as the drumming. I can feel the tension in my jaw, desperate to grind my teeth together. My whole body shakes with a rage I can’t explain. ‘ Why does this bother me so much…? For fuck’s sake, answer the fucking phone, Lara!’ I can almost scream. My foot lashes out petulantly – and painfully – at the sofa. I curse just as the ringing stops. Click. “Hello.” The voice that greets me is male – deep and resonant. His tone immediately halts the impetuous outburst I had prepared. With only one word, he sounds assured – answering my wife’s phone as though it were his own. ‘Who the…’ “Hello? Who is this?” I cringe. My voice suddenly sounds high and whining – impotent. “Where is Lara?” “You must be Darren.” He …
Ruined
When I get to your house, I am both ready to pounce and apprehensive about the day. We have talked at length about what we are going to do, and while it all sounds hot, there is a little voice in the back of my head saying that I'm going to panic once I know I can't move. The idea is a total turn on, and I've probably wanted it for a very long time, and if there is anyone I would trust to do it, it would be you, but… The door opens reveling you to be naked, save for a towel, and dripping wet. Immediately I forget what I was worrying about when I knocked. After a quick kiss, I quickly make my way to the bedroom and take my coat off. I’ve been promised to be ruined for my trip and I'm ready to get this started. You tell me to take it all off as if there was any other choice. I'm watching you dry off while I do. For the first time that I can remember, you are complementing me on my underwear. Lacy, steel grey and they happen to be my favorite, so I'm happy to hear you like them, but off they go. Once naked, I lie back on the bed and watch you a little longer. I haven't seen you at all, not even a pic, in more than a week and I'm off for a week myself tomorrow. I want to take you in as much as possible while I have you to myself. You deny me of this though as I have been told to lay face down in the middle of the bed. I do as asked when I hear you leave the room, and patiently wait. I can hear you enter the room finally and drop something on the floor. We've talked about tying …
Survivalists
It was 4 months after my 16th birthday when my older sister and I were told to sit for a family meeting. Family meetings were common and most of the time were some form of educational routine. My parents were survivalists and we lived in the deep woods of Canada for three or four months at a time, preparing for life after Armageddon. We had normal city lives too but even then we were closer as a family than to friends. Our family meetings usually heralded some important event. We sat at the table across from our parents, my dad looked at us “Have either of you two had sex yet?” My heart clunked almost to a stop and I felt my face blanch. What the hell kind of a question was that? You don't ask a teenager straight out if he's fucked a girl, especially with his mom and sister sitting next to him. I glanced at my sister Tina and saw her face bloom red as her eyes widened in surprise, I knew by her reaction Tina was thinking the same thing. We both knew the details of sex, how it was supposed to work, that the ultimate goal of sex was reproduction but was supposed to be fun and exciting too. Our parents had educated us about it and it was something I was looking forward too but I hadn't been able to convince a girl to experiment with me yet. My hand was the only sex partner I enjoyed. Mom looked at her daughter, “Well, Tina, answer your father. Have you been with a boy yet?” My sister looked like she wanted to bolt from the room, to hide for the next 23 years. She dropped her …
Nate Ch.4
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جلنار جردلي Jilnar Jardaly the Hot Sex-Slave
[The raunchy and highly anticipated sequel to Jilnar's last erotic escapade: “Jilnar Jardaly and the Pirates!] The tires screeched loudly as the plain white van sped around the corner. It was a bumpy, windy, unsealed road which caused its precious cargo to jostle and bounce about against the walls. Twelve beautiful and exotic young women, of every race and color, six sitting on a hard bench on either side of the van. A beautiful bevy of exotic young women to suit all tastes, white, black, Asian and one beautiful and sensual, dark-eyed Arabian beauty, who had the additional value of being a famous television news-anchor! Hers was a name that stirs up feelings of strong sexual desire in men and women all over the world. That name, of course, is none other than…. Jilnar Jardaly! Each of the girls was leashed to the girl beside her by the collars around their necks. Their eyes were all downcast upon the floor, in both fear and sorrow, as their tears of despair and desperation fell upon their laps. All of them, that is, except for our horny heroine, Jilnar, who had never looked happier! She loves the fact that she live in a man's world, where any woman, no matter how famous or successful she had become, still belonged to men and can still be taken, used and enjoyed by any one of them, anywhere and any time! She strongly resents all those bitchy, killjoy feminists who keep tying to change that! As you read in the last story, she had been taken by some ruthless and misogynistic …
The Island, Chapter 22
Chapter 22 Morning dawned cool and windy, with clouds in the air again. It didn’t look like rain was imminent, but I wondered if we were entering a rainy season or something. Time would tell. I walked the beach for a while, then strolled over to the medical hut. Uncharacteristically, Joelle was awake, reading a book. I plopped down next to her with a mango for each of us. “Hey, sunshine. What’s up? You’re up early.” I handed her the mango and began munching on mine. “Thanks,” she said distractedly. “I didn’t sleep very well.” “What’s wrong?” “Well, I’m in a bit of a quandary,” she admitted. “Tell me about it. Maybe I can help.” She looked away. “Telling you about it is sort of the problem. I don’t want you to get mad at me.” “I promise, unless you are torturing the goats at night, I won’t get mad at you.” She chuckled, then sighed. “All right. Well, I was. Um. I was walking over by your sleeping area last night, on the way back from the latrine. And, uh, I overheard you and Janie talking, and, um, doing other things.” She was blushing furiously and wouldn’t look at me. “Hey, no worries. If we really wanted privacy we would have gone somewhere else. Did it bother you?” “Not the sex, although I’ve never seen anyone doing it before.” She looked away again, obviously mortified by her voyeuristic instincts. I tried to defuse the situation. “It’s kind of erotic watching, isn’t it?” “Yeah,” she said almost inaudibly. “Have you ever…?” “Yes, I’ve had sex in front of others before, …
My Transition
My transition into male sex occurred a number of years ago after my first wife passed away following an extended illness. She had been unable to engage in sex for some time, and so I dealt with my physical needs the best I could, mostly through chronic, habitual masturbation. The months following her passing were very difficult for me emotionally, and I was having a hard time dealing with the grief, and the guilt. I had periodically struggled with bouts of guilt since high school, when I began to use masturbation to help deal with stress and insecurities. Back then, it was referred to as “abusing oneself”. I tried to stay busy and exercise to manage these urges, but when that did not work, masturbation (usually in conjunction with anal stimulation) became my “drug of choice”, as it were. I thought marriage would alleviate the need for this, and it did, for a while. But, compulsive, addictive behaviors are hard to break, and I found myself despairing over my lack of self-control. An even greater threat to my battered conscience was my growing desire for close physical intimacy with another male. Throughout my life, my traditional Southern upbringing and church teaching consistently taught me that such desires and behaviors are, at best, morally disordered, and at worst – well, you get the idea. Right or wrong, this was poured into my foundation from the very beginning. So, it should not have come as a surprise that this would be a source of emotional turmoil, especially …
How my own cock made me bisexual……
I will continuesly add to this story and post when I update it……. I was probably about really really young when I saw a cock what wasn't my own. It was that of only friend, that lived across the street, and was about four years older than me. We used to play a lot, and there was a certain game that we would play in the basement in the dark that gave me the opportunity to spy on him, and he couldn't see me cause it was bright in there, but dark where I was. I got to see a big hard cock. And I really liked it. I noticed that my own lil cock would get hard. It wasn't much at that time, but I felt like I was just as big as he was when he was stroking his beautiful, curved cock while he was counting to 100. I just stayed right there, never went to hide until he reached 5, then I would hide somewhere really easy for him to find, and leave my lil hard cock out there hopeing that he would accidently grab it. After that, once I started to get bigger, and I was still flexible, I found myself watchin porn that had lots of cum scenes in them……..then went to the kind that only had cum shots……and while I stayed up all night pleasuring myself and drinking and smoking uncontrollably, I would watch these pornos, and get all excited about my own cock, that I really wanted to suck it. I would spit on it, rub it really hard, bend over and try to get it in my mouth…….but I could only lick the tip of it……………which was still fuckin awesome at the time.!!! I got to taste …
The New Neighbour Chapter 1
The New Neighbour Chapter 1 Upon arrival home…i was greeted with a beautiful sight..there you were busy cleaning out the garage next door…. i got out of the cab and moved up the driveway…you came out sweat running down your brow… i greeted you and we smiled and exchanged hand shakes as my hand took yours i could feel the excitement rush through me although you were in your sweats they clung to your body showing all that i needed to conjuror up a picture of your soft cures… you excused your appearance but i told you that it was quite alright and that i thought that even in the sweats that you looked very nice.. you blushed and we exchange some small i found out that you were single…and that you to were a business woman… and that no k**s.. like me…. anyways i let you get back to your work..and i went inside to change and shower… as i came out of the shower back into my bedroom… still naked and dripping wet.. i moved over to the bureau to remove a clean towel.. as i stood by the window i glanced out.. i saw you there in your bedroom standing by the bed… i watched.. for a few minutes.. as i watched you move… i could feel the excitement start to grow between my legs …. standing there naked and my now erect penis…i watched… not realizing that i was now stroking it slowly back and forth….. imagining you over there in your bedroom naked….. it felt so good i had not had a orgasm in some time and i could feel the stirring in my loans…. the water …
Anitas First Time
I looked at Dave my husband and he just grinned at me and gave me a little shove. I looked at Ron and he smiled offering me his hand. I could feel myself colouring up as I grinned and took the offered hand. It was a large hand, I could feel the rough calloused skin as he pulled me over. You know I did not realise how big Ron was, I mean, yea, I know he is a big guy; but when he pulled me in, and I felt those strong thick arms of his wrap around me and pull tight to his chest; it was then that I realised just how big and strong he was. When he pulled me in for that first kiss, I kinda felt girlish even, like I was a teen girl fumbling around again with that strange excitement and fear washing over me. Still I turned my head and we kissed. His rough wiry beard prickled and scratched at my face, but his lips were thick, soft and hot. He pulled me in a little tighter, his hot tongue probing and brushing at my lips. Slightly nervous, I opened up to accept, then tentatively I pushed my tongue into his mouth. I felt myself smiling as he chased my tongue with his. Then his hand moved, I felt it slide down my back to grip my ass; it was a firm hard grip that cupped both my ass cheeks. It did not hurt, but it was a rough grip he took as he squeezed it tight. He then tilted his head slightly pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I took a sharp breath as he turned me slightly and brushed his hand up my leg pulling my already short skirt up even higher. I could feel and hear his breath …
Amber pt2
I had laundry and household stuff to do, so no girl sex with Kathy today. Amber was bright eyed and excited when she got home, but didn't tell me why until that night when we were in the den. She hands me a stack of papers when she sits down, her eyes shining in excitement. Two tests, a report, and a couple of quizzes, all with A's. I clapped my hands in excitement, giving her a hug and telling her how happy I am. She gives me a big smile and says, "So, do I get a reward?" That gets a laugh from me and I say, "Of course." When I don't continue she says, "Mom, so what is it?" Giving her a hug I tell her, "For work this good I'll give you two. One tonight which I pick. And one tomorrow which I'll let you pick." She grins for a second, then looks confused, saying, "What? Pick what?" I give her a mysterious smile and say, "I'll tell you tomorrow." "Mom!" she says in frustration, but then laughs and gives me a hug before saying, "but I get one tonight?" Hugging her back I tell her, "Oh yes." Amber was already naked when she came to my room, getting a grin from me as I slip the sheet down and have her lie next to me. Her eyes are big and curious as she lies down, excited to see what we were going to do tonight. "I've been showing you how to pleasure yourself and how your mind and the fantasies we have make it so much better, but tonight I'm going to show you what a girlfriend or boyfriend can do and how it …
Sams adventure chapter 2
Thank you for the First comments, I hope you enjoy the coming chapters Chapter 2 Sam ran back into his room, packed a few things in a bag and bolted out the door. “I’ll be back before dinner” He called to Charlotte, was sitting reading a book in the lounge. She had barely looked up and the front door was closed. Sam was running down the road at a jogging pace, wanting to get there in a hurry but knew he couldn’t sprint there. Soon enough he reached the forest and made his way back to the cave. Looking around inside he couldn’t see the alien. “Hello? Are you there? What did you do to me? Why has my body change?” “Hello Sam” the alien said very calmly as it came into sight. “There is no need to panic. I told you that you would have all your desires. While I was penetrating you, I was also accessing you brain, searching for your deepest desires.” “My deepest desires?” Sam repeated sceptically. “Yes, I have altered your DNA a little as well as opening up your mind a little.” “My DNA? My Mind? How? Why?” “No reason. Call it a reward for finding me.” It was at this point the Sam realised that the aliens lips weren’t moving, but he could still heard it perfectly. He couldn’t believe it. “My species has certain abilities from being able to read minds and changing DNA to mind control and suggestive thinking. I have given you the ability of suggestive thought onto people as I felt this would suit you the best., however there is a limit to what you can do. Such as you can create sexual …
“How About A Little Punch Girls?”
The last time his daughter had a sleepover, Mike wished he could have heard what the girls had talked about. This time he was going to make sure that didn't happen again. Kaleen had a great many books on the shelf in her bedroom and Mike waited until she went to school to place a webcam and microphone amongst the books so that it would not be easily seen. It also pointed towards her computer, so that he could at least partially monitor what she was looking at. His wife worked midnight's and on Friday he remembered that his daughter was going to have her best friend Ana Leigh over, by herself . . . for a sleepover. After her previous party, he had checked out her hard drive and noticed the teens had gone to various sites that showed the male genitalia. This time he thought it might be fun to spike some punch, maybe have them smoke a joint or two and see what he could get them to do to satisfy his own carnal cravings. Mike had been caught by his daughter recently smoking a joint outside their house after she had officially said goodnight. He often lit up, after his wife went to work, and enjoyed reading and watching porn. He had forgotten that her window was open . . . on one of those phantom 85 degree days in early spring, and the distinctive aroma traveled into her room. When she came outside to check, he was honest about what he had done, and indicated maybe when she was older, he'd smoke a joint with her. He just asked that she NOT mention anything to his wife. She winked …
my kinky girl friend
some years ago, a lady friend of ours, Jackie, broke up with her then boyfriend, that very night we invited her over for drink and spa. She was just getting used to us going in the spa naked, as she is 14 years younger than us, but this night she jumped in, happy to have him gone, and we sat talking and drinking. We found out she had not had sex with him for over five years It was a complete surprise when my wife Sue started to play with my cock, then give me a head job, while we were in the spa, the next thing we were in a 3 some with her I made sure I gave Sue a good fucking while they were in a 69, then as my cock entered her near virgin cunt, she let out a squeal of delight, and that was how my affair with her started. My wife and I had regular friends, we met for sex, I went out and met guys and couples, my wife had a good regular guy she met at a hotel, for 4 or 5 hours of fun and fucking most weeks, so I had plenty of time to meet our new found sexual friend. and we repeated the 3some's quite a few times too over the next year or so. As I got to know her better seually, I began to push her limits, at first she was not at all into anal, but I found, as she was having a big orgasm, I could slip a finger in her butt and her orgasm would be better. although at first she told me not to do that, I ended up with 2 or 3 fingers up her arse as we fucked and she orgasmed. Over time I also told her about me being bi, and doing anal with guys, and Sue fucking me with the strap …