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 …
Barn Fire
I was restless. Just 26, but divorced from a horrible man that held me captive. After breaking free I realized it was time to live MY life. I had been denied pleasure & passion for the last 6 years. I was yearning to strike out on a new path, so I was taking a trip to find myself. To get back my lost years to revel in pleasure & spontaneity. Just a quick trip from Kansas City to Saint Louis for the weekend. Hadn’t been since I was 17. As I got clear of the suburbs I saw the open country road that made up central Missouri. I also saw plenty of strip clubs & sex shops. Due to my newfound exuberance for life I had been working out & was back to a fit 120 pounds on my curvy 5’2″ frame. I was tanned & toned & ready to strut my stuff. I was wearing a flowy mid thigh length white skirt with a tiny white g-string underneath. A lace peek a boo bra under a pink silk button up tank & strappy silver heels. I felt sexy & ready to have some fun. I daydreamed about sex, making my way across I-70 until I realized I was hungry. I pulled off the next exit as it had a gas station & Dairy Queen which happened to be across from an Adult Entertainment Emporium (so the sign said). As I got out of my car a gust of wind went up my skirt & I realized how much hungrier my kitty was than my stomach. I pulled into the sex store parking lot to check the place out, give myself a little relief. I looked around & found a high end, satin smooth virator, super slim butt plug & of course some good lube. I made …
How my stepmother and I taught my BF to Fuck
link with pictures and movies: http://adf.ly/vyRUZ 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 …
My very own sex slave
Warning if you don’t like story just move on to the next Thank You! I have to be honest with myself and admit this. I am a good person with a good heart I truly am!. I know this will sound messed up but If I had a home in the suburbs or country with a basement or extra room/space. I would make a plan and if the opportunity came I would lure a female into my home and keep her as my sex slave. Her sole purpose from the day I have her in my possession will be purely for my sexual pleasure. She will be fed and kept alive only so I can have sex with her. My depression and social issues have left me with no choice. I’m sick of masturbation and paying for sex. As an adult I have these feelings. Its very stressful and makes my depression worst to the point were I think about suicide. I am a man and I have sexual needs and these needs need to be fulfilled even if that means doing what I just said. I want a beautiful female anywhere from age 16-40. I prefer older woman but someone younger may be easier. I say that because maybe someone young I can break more easy. If their soul is broken they would give in and obey my commands. I know no matter what age, they will put up a fight at first but maybe just maybe I can break them and they will just give up and realize it is easier to just let me use their body for sexual pleasure and soon as I’m done I will leave and they can watch tv, read, listen to iPod etc. (This was my thoughts one year ago) Now year later I own my own home out in the …