Disclosures: Selfie Involvement – Chapter 4 With innovation came success. Success led to public attention, and attention brought scrutiny. With scrutiny came the worst blight of all: lawyers. On a Tuesday I walked into the office to find two police detectives who wanted to speak with Dolly and me. It drove home the fact that we weren't running a small show us your naked selfies site anymore. “We need to speak to you about the contests your running. It could be considered as prostitution to have women earning money for performing sex acts with winners.” One of the men explained to me. “Are you saying you think my partner and I are prostitutes?” “No, ma’am. We’re investigating the operators of this site for pandering. It’s a far more serious charge.” My stomach went into knots. Fortunately, we had an attorney on a full time retainer. Twenty minutes later Martin Harvey, attorney at law, sat in our meeting room with Dolly, the two police detectives and me. “You gentlemen have a primary misunderstanding of what would constitute paid sexual activity. The monthly ‘Funk a MILF’ contest is opened to all visitors to the site. No one is paying for that option, Harvey said with an impressive authority. “But, there is still the paying for the show,” replied one of the detectives. “No, the operations of this site, Dolly and Chelsey, have dropped all member payments from the site months ago.” Harvey glanced at both of us and we nodded our heads in agreement. “We can show you the books, but …
Wife’s Photo Shoot
" Wife’s Photo Shoot " I was attending a conference in L. A. and this time my wife Linda was accompanying me. Usually she preferred to stay at home, but this time she wanted to come along, and enjoy the sun and pool in late spring. It was delightful, and we enjoyed some great eating as well as some pool time when the meeting ended each day, which was early afternoon. On one occasion, there were two women sitting next to us, and we became acquainted with them. It developed that Kim, the slightly older woman, was a photographer, and Gail was her assistant. They had privileges at the hotel pool, and would take advantage of this when they finished work for the day. I said that Linda and I had often talked about having a professional photographer take a number of pictures of her; pictures that we could enjoy in later years. She was a beautiful woman, and I wanted to capture her beauty, but the ones that I had taken never did her justice. Besides the usual pictures of her in a dress or swim suit, I wanted some sexy shots of her in some of the attractive lingerie that she liked to wear, or some nude pictures, but she was reluctant, perhaps being embarrassed if some one else saw her photos. Just then my wife was coming out of the pool to join us, and Kim remarked that she was quite lovely, and indeed she was. She was very attractive, with a charming face and a fine body, slightly larger than the usual model, but with lovely firm breasts, a curved waist, rounded hips, and long …
Office Seduction
“I just don't see how you can't bring your work with you, Greg. We haven't seen my parents in a long time and now you 're suddenly too swamped at work to come,” her nagging voice echos from the bathroom as she does her hair. Lying in bed still, drinking my coffee and trying to read the newspaper, I let her whine. She has known about this project at work for some time now, knowing how busy it has been keeping me. It isn't a sudden thing, though I've pointed this out to her more than once, but she chooses not to believe me or accept the fact. It's the first big project I've been given since making partner at work. “We've been over this, Trisha, I'm not going to get into it again. I told you this was a bad weekend for me. I am not stopping you from going and taking the kids. I know how much they miss their grandparents. Besides, it isn't like your going to miss me when you're gone.” Our marriage has been more like a partnership raising our kids and sharing a house for the last decade. I swear at one time we had so much in common, we got along great, couldn't keep our hands off each other, it had to be true, or else I wouldn't have married her. Yet now, I can't even fathom marrying her again. It isn't that I don't love her, I do. I just don't love her as a wife, or lover, or someone I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. Everything with her is a friendship, to do because we have to, since we are married. I've thought about divorce before, but I couldn't do that to my …
Welcome Home
Tired. Irritated. Sore. All of these things made up my mood as I left work for the day. My day was long and hard and all I wanted to do was get home and go straight to sleep. The long drive home seemed so much longer with all the traffic and I was just downright frustrated by then. I finally arrived home at my apartment building. I parked my car and head for the stairs to make the climb to the second floor and my apartment door. I brought out my keys and unlocked my door. The hallway was dark which was weird since I usually left the hallway light on. I walked further into my apartment towards the kitchen and started noticing how clean it was and how it smelled like lemons. I detoured away from the kitchen and went to my couch in the living room. I sank down into it and I finally get into my relaxing mood. That’s when I feel a pair of soft hands on my shoulders. Massaging and rubbing them. “Who is this behind me?” I whispered softly. “Your girlfriend. Was you expecting anyone else?” I smiled as I heard Veronica’s soft angel voice. My senses started to open up. I could smell her bathing soap on her skin which meant she just got out of the shower. I loved her aroma. It made everything better. Veronica was a very beautiful Latina woman. She’s thick with luscious curves, big 38D breasts, beautiful soft French vanilla skin, coffee brown eyes, long reddish brown hair, and a pretty dazzling smile with cute sexy dimples. And she was all mines. Anyway, she slid off my glasses and put …
robs wife
I liked to be dominated. I like when men take control and tell me what to do. My husband discovered this after a few years of marriage, and things haven't been the same since. Lately, though, things my have gotten a little out of control. It seems that my husband, Rob, had been discussing domination with a few of his friends at work. He had, after a couple of beers at the local bar, told them about our secret sexual practices. He told them that I liked being a love slave, and would do anything that I was told. I didn't mind that so much. However, one Saturday, the doorbell rang. I went to answer the door, and Hal stood there. He looked at me and asked me if my master was home! "Rob's home, yes," I said, my face red. "Tell him I'm here," he said. I called Rob, and Rob came into the room. He invited Hal in, and I went into the kitchen and got them a couple of beers. I brought them to the two men, and the doorbell rang again. I started to go and answer it, and Rob stopped me. "That's Jim," he said, looking at his watch. "Answer it, but I want you to take off your blouse and your bra first," he said. "Huh?" "Take off your bra and answer the door," he demanded. Red-faced, (but excited) I unbuttoned my blouse as the doorbell rang again. I took off my bra, my nipples hardening and a thrill traveling through my pussy as I went to the door, topless. I opened the door, and Jim stood there. His mouth hung open for just a second as he took in the fact that I was topless. "Tell the boss …
My Husband, My Slave–Part 2
CHAPTER 3 I rose early the following morning, just as I did every day. I woke John, unlocked his cuffs and rolled him onto his back. He sealed his lips to my cunt once I had straddled his head. He had never spilled a drop after his first three days of training. Once I was done I permitted him to use the toilet before making breakfast. He was rapidly becoming an excellent cook. I sat at the table with a huge portion of bacon and scrambled eggs. These I fed John with a big spoon as his head rested against my thigh. I spoke to him one I had finished eating. “Why am I doing this with you, John?” “Um…I went to the strip club instead of working here?” “That’s part of the reason, John, but there’s a much bigger picture. I love you and I’d be devastated to lose you, but you were headed for a disaster the way you were going. Joseph had told me several times that your work was lackluster on your best days and terrible on the rest. He almost fired you several times. Did you know that? No…I didn’t think so. I’ll bet you didn’t know that I once dated Joseph before I met you. You see, I’m full of surprises. “I’m doing this—making you my slave for several reasons. I work hard and long hours, too. I need someone to take care of the house and yard. I also enjoy all the personal attention you give me. Today you’ll also lick my feet and suck my toes when you massage my feet. Hopefully, they’ll be really sweaty then. In time you’ll give me manicures and pedicures, too. You’ll shave my legs and …
Trip to Yellowstone Part 2
Trip to Yellowstone Part 2 Chapter 1 I was a little nervous as we set up camp, Cindy and Amy had not indicated if they were going to stick around Yellowstone with me for a while, or find another ride and continue their travels. I figured I would ask after we finished setting up and had dinner so I knew what to plan. I had to admit, it had been a lot of fun having them with me this part of the trip and really would not mind if they stayed for the whole trip. The girls as usual were running around in bikini tops and shorts, getting dinner ready. They decided burgers and potato salad for dinner would be fine, and also easy to fix. We had found a nice spot in one of the more remote campgrounds, and so far we were the only ones using it. I guess most of the other campers wanted all the modern stuff. We had a lake instead of a pool and latrines instead of fancy bathrooms but with the motor home we had everything we needed anyway. After we had finished, the girls cleared the trash off the picnic table, and we sat watching the animals in the valley that sloped away from the flat where the motorhome was parked. After a couple of minutes of watching the view, I got us each a beer and sat down by the girls. What are your plans from here I asked, figuring if they wanted to leave it was better to find out now. From the look on their faces they must have been thinking about this also. Amy glanced at Cindy like she was supposed to handle this. Cindy waited a second before answering, I guess …
Life of Getting Freaky
If you have read any of my other stories you know that I love wild adventures when I crossdress. I'm getting horny right now and figured I would add to them by starting this series of short stories for your enjoyment and mine. Please let me know what you think and friend me if you wish. Well living in Las Vegas during the 80's and 90's might have added to my wild side and even though I had been married just a few years I still could not feel my need for crossdressing without her knowing. On this day I was so in need to just dress up and play around with my hidden stash of toys and magazines not planning on what ended up taking place. It was my day off and after having great sex with my wife before she left for work I could not wait to be alone for a few hours of dress up and role play. In just minutes after she drove off to work I was in the shower to freshen up and was soon in the garage with my boxes of clothes and toys dressing up. I wanted to get dressed up in some lingerie and cover up so that I could run down to a nearby adult xxx book store to buy a new magazine or two to spend the day with. After picking out a couple hot mags and while I was at the A.B.S. I went into the back area of the store to watch a couple video clips and check the glory hole situation. I noticed a few guys hanging around which was a good sign and went into one of the booths that I knew had a glory hole from past trips to this store. Once inside I loaded a few coins and began to surf the channels …
BBC At The Adult Theater
Well I got the urge again. This happens all the time and usually goes away after a few sessions of jerking off to blowjob videos. But this time was different my urges got bigger and bigger and I got hornier and hornier. So I put on a pair of pink panties with light green flowers and headed out to the city. I finally decided to check out the adult movie theater so I could just "look around." Little did I know what I was getting my self into. Upon arriving, I parked my car and walked past the front door a few times. The outside was nothing special, a building attached to others with blacked out doors and a ripped awnings with the words A*** theater attached to it. After 3 or 4 times passing the door I finally decided it was now or never. So I pulled the lid of my hat down and went in. Once inside, the place smelled bad and there were papers all over the floor. It looked like a seedy place from the 70's. The front of this place had a small movie DVD section and a filthy staircase leading upstairs. After mulling around for a few minutes I paid the clerk $8.00 and proceeded to go up the stairs. I passed a few booths on the way and took a left up another set of stairs. As I went up it was getting darker and darker and the bulge in my pants was getting bigger and bigger. When I got to the top I saw a large dirty movie screen playing some straight porn and seats set up like any other theater. I immediately sat down and watched the screen. As I started to look around I …
We hate clothes – part 03
We hate clothes by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 03 DAY 8 Day 8 started the same way as most of them did, except that Jake and Noah had a couple of girls for a sleepover. They were out on the balcony when we woke-up and looked out. That didn’t stop our fun; by the time that we got back from breakfast they were gone and Jake and Noah were waiting to give us our next lesson. They quickly came to our room and it wasn’t long before our mouths were full. Noah kept calling me Jude, but who cares? We didn’t know what we wanted to do that day so we went down to the pool (naked of course) and improved our all-over tans for about an hour before a few of the others started to arrive. It wasn’t long before the guys wanted play games in the pool. A couple of the girls took off their bikini bottoms and dived in. There were a couple of new arrival girls there and they were a bit reluctant to join in. Jude and I managed to convince them that they’d enjoy themselves and they eventually jumped in, but still in their bikini bottoms. It wasn’t long before they realised what was going on and I saw their bikini bottoms come flying out of the pool. As usual, we thoroughly enjoyed getting groped and when we got out the 2 newbies said that they’d really enjoyed the game as well. They must have because they didn’t put their bikinis back on and lay on …
Earthquake
Every once in a while The earth trembles, The terrifying forces of nature Bring destruction in their path. Sometimes a person gets shaken To the very core, Life as they know it Threatening to fall to pieces. She knows she can trust her love. He will always try To protect, to keep her safe, Yet some things are out of his control. The dark clouds Chasing away her sunshine, Trembling in worry As the chill of fear makes her shake. Could her world somehow fall apart Despite his protection? A random shattering force Leaving her in ruins? For now, all she can do is wait For the clouds to shift, Let light return and let her see What is left after the earthquake.
Caregiver with benefits
I was appointed as caregiver for a friends aging uncle, my duties included cleaning house and doing laundry and assisting in bathing him because he had trouble getting in and out of shower. Anyways one afternoon after tidying up his home, i laid out fresh clothes for him and helped him to the shower. I had to strip him and help into the shower. I adjusted the temperature and soaped up my hands to wash him. Now this man although older still had a large cock even soft, nevertheless I continued washing his back and cleaning his asscrack. My hand strayed against the underside of his balls, he made no notice and I took the showerhead and rinsed his back off. I moved around and washed his legs and then soaped his balls and cock up real good. He grew in my hand as I ran the soap over his cock. He looked at me and smiled and said, "I'm sorry i'm getting an erection, I haven't had my cock stroked ever since my wife died, and I'm straight I don't understand why this is effecting me in this way." I reply, "It's normal for a man regardless if it's a man or woman stroking it, to get hard from the sensation." I continue to soap his cock and gently caress his balls with my other hand. His cock grew to easily 8 hard inches of throbbing old man cock, I marveled at the thick veins on the shaft. I asked if he wanted me to stop or would he like to have me help him release years of built up orgasm. He looked nervously at me and at the same time he'd occasionally half close his eyes from the …
My best friends mom Ms. Carrow
When I was growing up, I would often spend my free time hanging out with my best friend Nick Carrow at his house. We were inseparable, we’d spend weekends and summers in his basement playing video games and watching movies. However, there was an even better perk of being Nick’s best friend, I got to see much of his beautiful mother Cynthia. Cynthia was every teenage boys fantasy; a sexy MILF with long brown hair and hazel eyes. She had sexy pouty lips and an ass so round it made you cry. Cynthia’s tits were large and bouncy, making me drool every time she leaned over. As a child all of my obsessions for her only resulted in hours of masturbation and daydreaming, but little did I know I would soon have my chance to turn my dreams into reality. My name is Jameis Coyne, I’m 18 years old and returning home from college for summer break. It had been months since I’d seen Nick so I decided to stop by his house one day and pay him a surprise visit. I drove over and was extremely happy to find that Cynthia came to open the door. “Jameis it’s so good to see you how have you been?” She had not changed one bit. Her long brown hair flowed down to her mid back and her lips looked sexier than ever. She wore a tight white shirt that greatly outlined her perfect rack and wore a short black skirt that made me want to cum as soon as I saw it. “I’m fine Ms. Carrow, just back home for the summer so I thought I’d pay Nick a visit. Is he home by chance?” “No I’m sorry honey Nick went on a camping …
My Life, My Choice Chapter 3: Meeting my Father and Annie
My Life, My Choice chapter 3: Meeting my Father and Annie I entered and yelled, “Mom, I’m home.” “We are in the kitchen, kiddo,” my mother replied. I entered the kitchen to find my mother sitting at the table with a man sitting across from her. The man stood up from his chair as I went to my mother. I kissed her on her cheek then turned and looked upward to the man, as he was much taller than I was. This man was a big person as he stood about 6’3” with short blonde hair and blue eyes, both, which matched mine perfectly. He wore jeans with army boots and his muscular chest filled out the black tee shirt he wore. I stared at his muscular arm as he extended it out to me to shake my hand. “You must be Kelly,” “I am John and your mother did not tell me you were as lovely as she is,” John said smiling. I just stood there staring at the snake tattoo upon his forearm. It seemed to move as he flexed his arm shaking my hand. I also noticed two big round scars beside that tattoo and scars on his hand as he drew his arm back I saw the same two marks on the under side of his arm. I tried to think of what could have left such a scar like those. What ever had made those scars had gone through one side and out the other side of his arm. I stood there just looking at the size of this man before me I had not noticed just how big he was in the photos I had seen. My mother finally said, “Remember your manners, Kelly.” “Sorry mom,” I said looking to her. I looked back to John and added, “Nice …
Aloof Coworker – Chapter 2
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the tears, they ran and she was starting to get a stuffy nose… she felt something soft on her face and opened her eyes to his tongue licking up her tears. She felt chills run straight to her nipples and clit, the both fully hardened again and she felt her ass clench repeatedly the toy heightening the sense of fullness, stimulation and arousal… Why would his licking tears have affected her that way, maybe it was the beatific smile on his face. She started to struggle to breathe her nose plugging because of the tears, her eyes were getting bigger, and she worked harder and harder to draw her breath in. He said “Slut, I will remove the gag but you will not scream or yell for help. You will behave or it will do things to you that will make you wish that you had never met me. Do you understand, you little fucking bitch?” Things were starting to dim, she was not getting enough air. She nodded her head and knew she meant it. He reached out and undid the gag. She sucked air in and filled her lungs with glorious air. Once more bursting in to tears. A part of her seemed to be standing back and was saying, “Another round of tears? What kind of a little weak bitch are you?” She burned with shame and tried to get her tears under control. She levelled herself out and was able to get her emotions once more under control. SLAP Her entire world narrowed down to the pain in her pussy, she opens her mouth and takes a rapid breath to squeal and …
Mind fucking Hayden Panettiere
Hayden Panettiere had returned to her New York hotel room after a long day. She enjoyed her work, helping promote the message of the Candie’s Foundation, which strove to reduce teen pregnancy. Still, the busy schedule did occasionally take its toll on her, with the constant public appearances, television interviews, and photo shoots the foundation asked of her, along with her work with other charities, not to mention her professional obligations to a multitude of studio projects. Hayden was just ready to relax, and so, she was now glad to be back in her room. She kicked off her high heels, letting them fall where they would on the floor as she lazily walked to the king size bed in her room, and let herself fall down face first onto the mattress. She pulled her hair out of the bun it was tied up in and just let her long golden locks fall down across her back and shoulders. Just to be off her feet momentarily, to let herself rest, was enough to make Hayden smile. She didn’t consider herself a diva, but the foundation had been kind enough to book her a rather large suite in a five-star hotel that prided itself on maintaining a sense of privacy for its guests. The beautiful young actress was half asl**p when she heard a light knock on her door. She wondered who it could possibly be as she f***ed herself to get up off of the bed. She smoothed down the wrinkles in her sexy little black dress that showed just enough of her young ample cleavage, as well as just enough of her upper …
Threesome: Stephdaughter, Stephmother & Steroi
Katie was reading her homework, when she her screaming coming from her dad and stepmother’s room. She threw her books away and ran as fast as she could up the stairs. Their door was open. She looked in and could only see the back of a man and her stepmother’s legs between his hips. She was moaning so loudly that it was a wonder the neighbors had not complained. The man she was fucking was young. He must have been around 25, not much older than Katie. He had massive muscles. There was no way he didn’t take steroids! He kept slamming his massive cock into her pussy. To Katie it looked like that must hurt! She could see his big muscles flexing and his ass tightening during every thrust. Katie felt her pussy getting wet just by watching. She felt bad for her dad, but she couldn’t think of anything, but being fucked by that monster. Katie was just wearing a skirt so she slid off her panties and sat down on the floor, rubbing her pussy while she listened to her stepmother’s screams. Katie got wetter and wetter and let out a moan that was a little too loud. “Katie?” Her stepmother said with a scared and worried voice. Katie jumped up and stood in the doorway. “I had no idea you were here… Please, please don’t tell your father!!” She had never seen that much fear in her stepmother’s eyes before. The massive man was looking at Katie, thinking how little and hot she was with her short skirt, to small top, skinny body and massive tits. He gave her a smile. “Why don’t she join us?” He …
A Life-Changing Experience, Part Four
A Life-Changing Experience, Part Four Kerry leaned toward me, removed his finger from my lips as he reached toward me with his own lips. He kissed me gently, smoothly, as I felt myself melting. I gave in and kissed him back, also gently at first. He tasted smooth and sweet, no doubt a consequence of the lipstick. It did not take long for our kissing to become more fervent, both of us pressing closer against each other. Meanwhile, I could not control my hands from exploring every square inch of Kerry’s body that I could reach. I instinctively cupped each of his ass cheeks with my hands, gently kneading the firm flesh beneath the diamond pattern of his industrial fencenet bodystocking. The sensation of feeling Kerry’s completely shaven skin intertwined with the texture of the lingerie was absolutely heavenly. I allowed myself to caress as far down his legs as my reach would allow, then slowly traced my touch up his sides to his shoulders. They were strong and feminine at the same time. At the same time, our kissing had become even more passionate. I allowed my lips to open, and Kerry’s tongue traced my lips and darted into mouth. He held my head in both of his hands, pulling me toward him in a fully enveloping kiss. Our mouths were now fully engaged with each others’, giving me the sensation of a purely out of body experience. Now Kerry’s hands were in motion, caressing my lingerie-clad back, ass, and my stockinged thighs. He placed both his hands between us and expertly …
Desire Pt. 1: Intro
This is my first story. It's a pretty short story, straight to the action. An introduction to the main character, I hope to continue with further installments, I've got lots of ideas. This contains only male-on-male sex, if that's not your thing then read no further. For everyone else, hope you enjoy, feel free to give feedback. All persons in this story are 18 years or older. I lay in my bed watching a movie with my friend Cody, he'd be spending the night, so we'd be sharing my queen sized bed as usual. It was past midnight, so my parents and sister were most definitely asleep in the upstairs bedrooms. I would often stay up later than everyone else in the house, my bedroom was downstairs so it wasn't a problem. Well more accurately my bedroom was converted basement. That didn't bother me any. The movie we were watching then got to a sex scene, it was a pretty standard scene between a man and woman. After the short scene Cody and I both happened to look at each other, we both had gotten semi erect. “Ya wanna fool around a bit? I'm getting pretty horny” Cody said. I looked at the tent in his shorts “Yeah, I can tell. Me too. Let me make sure the door is shut.” I got up from the bed and made my way to the door to shut it. Wouldn't want anyone catching us. Cody and I weren't gay or anything, we both had been with plenty of girls. We just also enjoyed each others' company. We'd been fooling around with each other for a couple of years. When I got back to the bed, Cody had …
Renaissance fair leads to a hot woman – and her hu
I was at the Renaissance fair. I enjoyed watching the jugglers, the fire eater and was heading over to watch the jousting when I spotted her. She was sitting on the bleachers made of hay bales wearing a skirt and a corset. Her big breasts were pushed up and half of them were exposed above the corset. Her face was beautiful; full lips, shining blue eyes and dark hair. Blue eyes and dark hair always attracts my attention, as do big tits. She caught me staring at her and smiled. I got a beer and went over to the viewing area and spied her again. This time when she cough me looking at her, she shimmied a little and made her big exposed tits shake; my dick started to get hard. I went and sat next to her on the hay bales. “Hi, I'm Greg.” I said. “I'm Crystal.” she said with a smile and we shook hands. “I love your outfit. You're the sexiest woman here.” I told her. “Thank you.” she said. We chatted a bit, “Where are you from?” and the like. After a while I leaned in close and whispered, “I think we need to go somewhere private so I can get better acquainted with your beautiful breasts.” She laughed and said coquettishly, “Mmmm, that sounds like fun. But I'm afraid it's just not possible. Let me introduce you to my husband Jim.” I had not even noticed the man who at some point had sat next to her on the other side. He was also dressed in a period costume of sort of burlap pants and shirt. “That's okay.” I replied. “He can come too and watch us.” This really made her laugh. She had a …
Lesson Plans
When we arrive to your hotel, I gather my skirts teasingly on my exit. You don’t bother to muffle your tortured groan as my back arches upon standing. I stretch after the half-hour ride, arms to the sky. The wait is drawing on my patience, and admittedly I’m looking forward to a nice drink and romp by the night’s end. A murmured ‘thanks’ and metallic door slam mark the end of our taxi excursion. “Baby,” you call conspiratorially from behind. I face you with a heady look, biting my lip. It stops you in your tracks. “Bad girl,” are the words I’ve been craving to hear, though you growl them as several people wander by. I could not care less what their opinions are on your lust. I much rather prefer to know yours. I blow you a kiss, taking you by the hand into the lobby. ________________________________________ I always have a sardonic appreciation for the easy listening muzak in elevators, but you make me gasp for air laughing when you start air guitar-ing by the fifth floor. We’re situated on the ninth, in a suite that most impressed me with its variety of furniture and view of D.C. across the river. I do enjoy the finer things sometimes. We reach our floor in a dramatic flourish, as you take a sweeping bow and nearly head-butt the frightened housekeeper upon stepping out. I cover my mouth to hide giggling during your heartfelt apology. Embarrassment turns you a nice shade of crimson. It doesn’t escape my mind how red you may turn otherwise. She hustles off, calling you a …
MY BIGGEST REGRET
FICTION OR TRUE YOU DECIDE, My biggest regret. My name Clair Andrews I’m 42 years of age and have a son of 16 years Kevin, I have been married for over 20 years to Tom but we are currently separated due to my husband having an affair with one of our friend’s wife, My son still see’s his father every week so we do talk when he come’s, I think he would like us to get back together as he tells me the affair is now over, I still cannot forgive him for what he has done but we are working on it, My son would love us to get back together and be a f****y again. Before the affair our lives were great and sex with my husband was amazing he always attended to my needs my son was born out of love so you can understand why I was hurt, It all started when we use to get together as a group of friends every weekend We would all meet up and go out for a drink and a meal together, I did not suspect what my husband was getting up too with one of our friends I always thought he never wanted anyone other than me I always looked after myself dressed smart and at 42 was always told I looked a lot younger, “So why did he cheat on me, only he knows why, We have been separated for 2 months and I still love my husband but I’m finding it hard to forgive him, I keep myself busy with my job and my son so have no time to find anyone or even want too, Although I do miss the sex and the company of a Tom. I work at my son’s school as an assistant for the head my best friend Pam We have worked together for …
A Pleasant Saturday Afternoon.( continued)
Any doubts were quickly dispelled when the next guy presented himself, clad only in a singlet he was a beautiful hunk of a man, and the angle on his dangle was hypnotic. I placed my hand behind his ample ball bag and caressed lovingly while kissing his knob. "Got a full load for you faggy boy" he smirked. I smiled and my heart skipped a beat, no d**g could match the high as I took him in mouth. I worked him a treat as my own cock hardened. Then I felt the sperm welling up the walls of shaft, he pushed his cock as far as possible down my throat and gifted me with a full throat finish. It took all my experience but I got the lot without spilling a drop. He patted my head as a master would his dog, telling me I've got a talent as he left. Seemingly never to be seen again. I breezed through the next guy still on a high from the previous, he cum and went with the minimum of fuss. The next guy entered nude with the cushion I'd knelt on when I did Ringer outside, in the other hand he had a cold can of beer. I've learned from previous experience that beer can repeat on you while cocksucking, so I gargled a mouthful and spat it down the basin. "That's unique" he quipped. "You spit out the beer yet swallow the sperm." We both laughed. "That makes you witty, thoughtful and handsome. How can I pleasure you sir". I replied. "I'll have the suck thankyou" he replied as if ordering a meal. He got his rocks of well, and quickly I was surprised how easy things were working out. Next to …
RECRUITING LITTLE b*****r
“Oh my God, it was so hot! I got so horny.” f******n-year-old Marsha said as she was relating her steamy experience a few nights before to her best friend, Stephanie. She was anxious to hear what her friend had to tell her but she was invited to go first. “We were parked way down on Cedar Lane in an old driveway with trees and stuff, so it was real private,” she said. Her voice was hushed even though they were alone in the house and sequestered in Stephanie’s room. “Barry had his dad’s car; it was kind of big, a Buick or something with lots of room. And by the time we got parked Kathy and Dale were already making out in the back seat. It was so cool to be asked out by high school boys. Dale is so cute; he’s on the football team and has muscles and all. Barry is kind of a nerd and wears glasses and is smart but he’s really nice and has a license and can get the car.” The pretty brown-eyed brunette paused for a few seconds as her friend leaned forward anxious for the story to continue. “When they told us to wear skirts we knew what they wanted, like they kind of expected Jr. High girls would put out if high school boys asked them out. But Kathy and I decided we didn’t care, I mean, if they wanted to we’d probably let them do it.” “Oh my God…did you?” Stephanie blurted. “Well Kathy did and I wanted to, but let me finish,” Marsha continued. “Kathy and Dale were already making out hot and heavy but Barry was a little shy so when we started kissing I Frenched him and put his …
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Sidney had no poker face. So, she had done the one and only other thing that could possibly explain why she was glowing and unable to stop smiling. She went shopping. “I’m home,” she called out, laughing at how she must look–kicking at the heavy, ornate door in an attempt to close it while balancing on the other foot. The delicate sound of her own voice echoed off the walls of the entry way and up the winding staircase. There was no response. She thought that at least one of the servants would come rescue her from all the bags. Maybe she had forgotten about an event or was actually supposed to be somewhere else. A flash of panic caused her to immediately drop everything, check the pink face of her diamond encrusted Rolex and then desperately search through her Chanel bag for her cell. No, there were no planned events and it was Thursday, her day for errands and dinner in the city. Sidney exhaled with a sigh of relief. Edger’s moods had been quite volatile lately. This last stroke had left him meaner than ever and quick to demand retribution for the slightest of errors on her part. After a day like today, one so full of everything that actually made life worth living, it only stood to reason that karma would somehow swoop down and get her back for being happy. That seemed to be her life’s pattern. She was blessed in so many ways, ways that she had once only dreamed about. However, nothing good ever came her way without a rather big price tag attached to it. As a matter …