Air f***e wives face special challenges especially if the hubby is a flight crew member and is often gone for a few days, a few weeks or even months. The periods of separation present periods of loneliness, boredom and thoughts of fantastic sex with someone who is near. There is an old military saying that, "when one is not near the one they love, they love the one they are near." Actually it is my opinion that there is a lot of truth in this little adage for the men as well as their women. Once one starts cheating, it becomes not only easy, but seems to become a goal at times. This is a short story about one time when my husband was gone for two weeks on a mission. Any wife can be faithful for two weeks, or can they? I was a bit bored and had decided to go to the enlisted club for the Friday night fish special, eat, have a beer, and go home. I filled my plate from the buffet, had eaten all I wanted and relaxed to enjoy the remainder of my beer when the waitress brought me another beer and said, "This is from a secret admirer." She nodded to my right rear and I glanced around to see a very handsome young black airman smiling and lifting his bottle as to toast me. I acknowledged his gesture by lifting my bottle and smiling. This is all it took as he walked over and asked if he could join me as he was alone and assumed I was alone also. Of course what middle aged married woman would not be flattered to be "hit on" by a handsome young man like this one, WOW! As he sat down he …
Her First Taste Of Wine
Katy was walking home from school. Her backpack bounced against her back as she walked along, shivering against the cold. It was late, around six o’clock, and she frowned as she glanced at her phone. She was supposed to cook dinner tonight and at this rate she’d be late. She picked up the pace, her frown deepening as she hurried. Katy and her daddy lived together in a house with a big backyard in the suburbs. They’d lived there since her mum had died when Katy was six and her dad moved them from the city. He told her later that it was quieter out there. More room to think. Less people watching and snooping around. Now, nine years later, she knew what he meant; usually. Daddy’s methods of correcting her bad behaviour (like right now, late again, why couldn’t she just learn?) often left the kind of marks that can’t easily be explained away. She had to be taught hard and frequent lessons to help her be the best daughter to him that she could be. Katy loved her daddy and so she tried to remember the sweet side of him and how good he was to her when she was over his lap, crying, snotty, bum stinging from the sharp slap of his hand. Home now, opening the gate. Mentally preparing her excuses and apologies. She opened the door, inwardly cringing, looking around. “Daddy? Daddy, I’m sorry, I had netball practice and then I got caught up with schoolwork in the library..” A light coming from the living room, and the sound of laughter, she followed this down the hallway, rounding the …
Old Soldier
It was Veteran's Day a number of years ago when I was standing next to an attractive older man in his late 70s dressed in a long thick pea coat and wearing a poppy on his felt cap. We both observed the ceremony in silence and remembering the service of our fallen countrymen. As people started to leave all around us, he stayed still, standing tall and looking off into the distance. I could tell by the medals he wore on his lapel that he had himself been in the service. As the city square emptied, I stayed behind, curious to know more of his story. Finally, I worked up the courage to go speak to this older man and pay my respects. "Excuse me sir, I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am for your service to our country" I said. He turned to face me, eyes somewhat misty and blinking away what might have been a tear. He was quite a bit taller and bigger than my 5'8" frame and 150lbs. "Thank you very much for saying that. It means a lot to me" he replied. I put out my hand to shake his and he gripped it in a firm handshake. I felt like there needed to be more to this interaction, he seemed lonely and this was an occasion to alleviate that. "Can I buy you a coffee?" I asked. He seemed surprised by the offer and smiled, "I don't care much for the coffee these shops put out, but I make a fine cup myself. Would you like to join me for one? I would be happy to make you one. My apartment isn't too far away". Since I had made the initial offer and his seemed genuine I decide to …
Forced to take my Mother
As soon as I pulled onto our street I knew mom was by the pool. Not that I could see past the wooden fence surrounding our backyard, but I didn't have to. The fact my best friend Jack, who lived next door, was on his porch with a couple of his friends looking into my yard was a dead giveaway. In a way it ticked me off, but then again, who could blame them? Fact was my mother was not only pretty damn hot, but lately had taken to wearing some revealing bathing suits when she went swimming. No, not a bathing suit; that would be the fairly modest one piece she used to don when at the pool. What my mother was wearing these days was a bikini and a damn skimpy one. So skimpy I was getting uncomfortable looking at her. Parking in the driveway next to Dad's red Mazda I shut off the car and frowned at my last thought. Saying I was uncomfortable looking at mom lately wasn't really the right word. If I was to be honest with myself the word was horny. The last few weeks Mom had been dressing much sexier, flaunting what I had always figured was a nice body, but I'd had no idea how nice. However even though I had been well aware my mother was, for lack of a better word, a cougar, I had never seen her as anything but my mom. But the last month or so something had changed and I found myself looking at her more like an extremely desirable Milf rather than a parent. I sat back and tapped the steering wheel nervously as I recalled the way my cock had been stirring in my pants whenever I sat by …
Bangin’ the Boss’s Bride
It was the late afternoon on a Friday, and I was sitting at my desk at work counting down the minutes until the start of the weekend. My buddy, Ken, poked his head in the doorway to my office. “Hey, you gonna make it to the big boss man’s wedding tomorrow?” Ken asked. “Oh shit! I forgot. I guess. Do we have a choice?” I asked. “They’re calculating bonuses next week, so no, not really.” Ken replied. “Dammit. Well, then yes, I guess I’ll be there.” I said. It had completely slipped my mind that my sadistic boss, Alan, was getting married that weekend. I had already made plans to get out of town for a couple of days, but now I was going to have to cancel my plans and go to Alan’s wedding. “He’s an asshole, but at least the alcohol’s free.” Ken said. “Yea, that’s some consolation. Have you even met his fiancée?” I asked. “Nope. I haven’t met her, but I hear she’s smoking hot.” Ken answered, “I’m outta here. See you tomorrow.” “Later,” I said. Ken looked around, and made sure no one saw him leaving early, and he hurriedly walked to the door and snuck out. About ten minutes later, I crept out too. Later, that evening, I decided to pop into my neighborhood bar for a beer. I walked into the crowded bar, and took a seat on a barstool at the end of the bar. I got about halfway through my first beer, and my cell phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered it. “Hello?” I said. “Hey, yeah. It’s your boss, Alan. I’m glad you answered. Hey, I’m busy, so I need you to …
I read this on fetlife
The whole world seems so enamored by extroverts – the people we know who just want to be around people all the time. While we introverts might not want that, it doesn’t mean we’re depressed or suicidal or anything wacky like that. There are some things you should know about us. 1. Small talk sucks. We’re just not very good at it. We’re typically the big-thinking types. We like big ideas and theories. Small talk is uncomfortable. We don’t care about the weather or how your cat has been doing. 2. Being alone is fine. Seriously, we’re doing okay, even if we hole up in our houses for a while. We don’t need other people for stimulation. We find that ourselves. 3. We aren’t rude or uptight. We might seem like that at first, but get to know us. We’re still a fun bunch of friends, we just don’t always acclimate to unfamiliar settings and people so quickly. 4. Sometimes, we swing both ways We might be introverts, but sometimes we are just so the life of the party. We do this willingly when we’re up to it, but we can’t always keep that kind of energy going. If we throw a party, great! But give us some time to recover. 5. We have friends. And they like us! Probably People hear the word ‘introvert’ and think of the goth k** sitting alone at the food court. That’s a whole different thing entirely. We love having friends, and our friends love having us! We put in a conscious effort for people we think are worth it. 6. When with the right people, we feel safe. Having the right people in our …
Behind the Church Shed
It was a calm, autumn Saturday morning, mostly overcast. Melinda was in her kitchen, washing the dishes, happy for some quiet time away from her husband, Brian, who was at work. The window looked out toward a large field and the back parking lot and lawn of the local church. When the boy came into view, she didn’t think anything of it. Kids came to the church building often, usually to play basketball or to skateboard in the parking lot. She taught Sunday School to a few of them with her husband every week. It wasn’t the best thing she’d ever agreed to do, but she had to acknowledge that it could be fun. Melinda would never admit it to anyone, especially not her husband, but one of the things she enjoyed most was the attention the boys showed her. She was only a decade older than them, after all, and their raging hormones couldn’t help but admire her. Melinda was short, had dark, shoulder length hair, and a full bust that contributed to an hourglass figure. She’d never wear anything more revealing than a knee length skirt at church, but that didn’t stop the boys from staring. Once, she and her husband had hosted a pizza party for the kids they taught and she’d decided to have a little bit of extra fun by wearing the tiniest pair of sweat shorts she owned. She thought that her husband would object, but he didn’t even seem to notice… unlike the boys who came. There were a lot of wide eyes that night. As the boy walked down the church parking lot, she realized that she knew …
Knock…Knock…Knock
I lived in a two-story colonial at the time. I arrived home mid morning after a very long night at work. After sending the babysitter home, I went to the laundry room in the basement, took off my work clothes and threw them into the hamper. I went back upstairs and proceeded to take a shower. I needed to wash off all my night sweat. The warm water felt great against my sore body. The pulsating streams of water coming out of my handheld shower-head was working it's magic on my body. After about 15-20 minutes, I was in another world. The jet's aimed right in my nether region. All of a sudden, my little rug-rat entered the bathroom. He had learned to speak early on, but could not yet formulate full complete sentences. He said, "Outside. Front, Mommy go." I wanted to return to my shower. So I told him, "No dear, But you can go play outside in the backyard. Okay? Now be a dear and play out back, and I'll be there to play with you in a little while. Love you." He left and I looked out of our shower window. I watched him from the upstairs window as he took some toys and went into the sand-box and started to play. We had a fenced in yard, so I knew he would be safe. I finished showering quickly, without finishing me. If you know what I mean. Any ways, I exited the shower, and started to pat dry my body. I only had the one towel and all of my clean clothes were downstairs in the laundry room. I had no qualms about walking around in the nude, since I was the only person in the house. …
Lesbian sex
I couldn’t get the image out of my head. It’d been a week since I’d seen her. Since she’d kissed me. And I still couldn’t get that image out of my head. Us. Together. I’d never been with a woman before. The whole idea seemed absurd. I was married. I was happy. My sex life was great. But the thought of being with her – kissing her, touching her, licking her – I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her to fuck me. I picked up my phone. It was 9pm on a Saturday. I was home alone – my husband was away on a business trip – and I was starting to feel tipsy halfway through my third glass of wine. It was only 8pm on the West coast – where my husband was for business – so I called him. “Hey Emma.” he picked up after the second ring. I could hear bar noise in the background. He was obviously out having drinks with his work buddies. “Hey,” I squeaked. “What’s wrong?” He could instantly tell something was up. I wasn’t my usual bubbly self. “Nothing.” I wondered how the hell I was going to ask my husband if he was okay with me fucking another girl! “You sure?” “Well… Ummm… I have something to ask you.” “Okayyy…” He sounded worried. “Do you mind just going outside for a sec.? I need you to hear everything I have to say and I don’t want anyone to be around.” “Ya. Gimme a sec.” With the worried tone in his voice, I could hear him moving through the bar until the sound grew quieter and I knew he was outside. And then I told …
Abby Ch1: Virginities Lost, but not really
Abby : Story of a Teenage Slut Chapter 1 : Virginities Lost, but not really. Hi I’m Abby and this is the story of how I became a teenage slut, and later a teenage sex starlet. I didn’t intend for it to happen this way, but I couldn’t be happier about my life. You see this whole journey started with a lie, a lie about how I lost my virginity to one of my fathers law partners in a parking garage. First a bit about myself: I’m 19 now, but all of this started when I was 16. I was never fat or ugly, just shy and not very popular since I didn’t play sports. I was a band geek and you can’t call marching band a sport. I’m 5’4” and 105 lbs. I’m slender but have wide hips which make my waist very curvy. My breasts are larger than some of the girls in my school, but I’m only a large b-cup. My nipples are small, but pronounced. I was tired of hearing my friends talk about their boyfriends and sex. I didn’t have anything to say. I wanted to have something to say, but no boy had expressed interest in me yet. So one day when my friend Casey was telling me about making out with her boyfriend Eric I lied. I lied and told her I had sex actually I said I got laid, but it’s the same thing right? Casey was shocked and called me a liar, but I made her believe that one of my father’s law partners laid me in the parking garage over the summer. Here’s how it I told it. I had to pick my dad up from work because his BMW was at the shop, but when I showed up he said he would be a few minutes. As always …
Lost Time, can this be happening ?
The last thing I remember is getting into my girl friend Roses car, Rose was singing as she drove and I attempted some vocal support, we laughed and giggled ……. that's all I remember….blackout !!! I am aware of my surroundings, a room with a strange anti-septic smell, it is quiet. Am I dreaming, is this real. I'm here, thats my voice talking or is it my thoughts. I can't open my eyes, it's dark ….omg! Whats happening ? I can't seem to move, am I strapped down. But I can hear, yes I can …people chatting in a distance, or is that my imagination as well. There is music , am I in heaven or hell? I feel a breeze on my face, mmm… yes I can, I hear the fan rotating. I am warm. Why am I here ? My memory, let me remember, who I am, what has happened? I am Sophia, 24 years old of Italian descent. I work as a secretary at a University, and am good at My job. I have an active life style, enjoy music , dancing, sport, the arts and restuarants. I am approximately 160cms tall/weight 66kgs, and have a curvaceous figure. Currently flamming red hair, short and straight. Dark sparkling eyes, high cheek bones, full lips. Slender neck leading down to firm well rounded breasts, protruding taut sensitive nipples. My stomach is flat after much nurturing and caring, with a slightly indented belly button. I've always been an active person, and a sensous, sensitive person. Prone to be horney with the right thoughts and encouragement. Hmm all this remembering is stiring my body, I'm have …
A Back Rub For Julia Ch. 03
I went on vacation with my family, and it changed my life. My mother and father, my sister Katie, our cousin Julia, and I, all went for a week of recreation in northern Michigan. Katie and Julia apparently concocted some kind of plan for Julia to seduce me, and it worked like a charm. We had sex the first night, and a couple of times the next day when we went hiking. Surprisingly, Katie and I have become increasingly attracted to each other, and she has decided to have sex with me too, but refused to do it on a public picnic table. Overall, this has been the most awesome fucking vacation ever. I went to bed around eleven o'clock, because our hiking antics wore me out, plus I figured that the night time would be a good time for Katie and I to hook up. She wanted our first time together to be special, which I equated with being in a bed, as opposed to where we almost had sex, on a public hiking trail. Katie and I had a peculiar night time ritual. Every night, before sleep, she would enter my room, and I would rub her back softly. It had always been a little erotic, in the way that all massages and rubs between attractive members of the opposite sex are. I would slowly circle, using my fingernails, until she would purr with satisfaction. At about eleven thirty, she came into my room quietly, freshly out of the shower. I could smell her raspberry body wash, and her strawberry shampoo. To be honest, she smelled a little bit like a fruit smoothie. An insanely sexy fruit smoothie. …
amped and ready to play..
Amped and ready to play I woke up in a mood like no other, and knowing you were there to tease torture and use just made it feel so much better. The minute I got out of bed all I can think of is chains and you begging for more. Only grabbing my robe when I left my room, walking down the stairs I bellow "Are you up?" I know even if you are not you will appear in a moment after hearing me stir. You looked like shit very obvious you we not awake and really didn't want to be. "Mistress your tea will be ready in a few minutes, can I get you breakfast?" "No when you grab my tea you are going to the basement, be ready when I get down there!" You leave my side and scurry into the kitchen, a few seconds later my tea is in my hand, and you have vanished. Not having to constantly correct your behaviors has become so rewarding and makes my eagerness to play that much more intense, the desire to tease growing by the moment. Up stairs I finish my tea and head for my shower, it felt like the longest shower as my eagerness has me quite distracted from the showering it self. Half sudsed up pausing frequently to think of how and what I wanted to do with you, and chains I can hear them in the back of my head links clinking as you squirm under my touch your hands suspended tightly above your head, your ankles spread and your body helpless vulnerable and wanting In front of me. The whole thought process takes my shower in a whole new direction, my hands now caressing my sudsed up body more then …
Train Three Sexy Slaves#3: Intimate Inspections
Ai Aisha and Alex are three tasty sweet sexy slaves I train and educate at me Each one very diffrently, I train three tasty sexy slaves simutaneously at me Each of the three needs her personal erotic education, lusty liberation by me Let me first introduce them three to you – each in her different little chapter Let me first give you their names: Ai, Aisha and Alex, different in character Ai is shy and very conservative, Aisha seems happy: she smiles all of the time Alex I know her best but she is still a riddle to me – as to herself for long time All are slender built, only Ai is a bit shorter than her two other colleagues Ai and Alex sport tiny tits while Aisha is proud of her B-cup sized breastsAi is at her university, while Aisha and Alex work hard at home and I enjoy their bent bottoms While Ai attends classes at the Science Centre at the other side of town the two others help at home While Ai works hard for her MA in Logics we three need to make proper place for all four at our home We work wearing only aprons which is a very sexy sight and I have trouble concentrating on our tasks We work our asses off, well my two tasty sexy slaves work while I admire their asses bent like archs While we three clean before we make place I notice how normaly shy sweet Alex takes all initiatives While I'm amazed how Aisha suddenly changed from former guest who never cleaned even her own dishes We work means I organize and direct while they work and I try to decide who will deserve first …
My fantasy pt 1
This is my fantasy based on finding out one of my friends was gay. My friend Nick was always a little 'different'. We took the piss out of him as lads do, but he had a very sexy Indian girlfriend who he claimed to fuck regularly so we never suspected he was anything other than straight. One summers day I visited Nick as I was in the area. He was wearing shorts and was more serious than usual. I asked him what was wrong and he said he had split from his girlfriend. I said that was sad and that I had liked her (in fact I regularly wanked thinking about her!). I asked him why they had split and he said he had stuck his cock up her bum without asking first and she had freaked out and called him a pervert. I said that was unreasonable of her but had to cross my legs to hide my erection. She did have a very cute bum and it was an instant turn on to think of his cock inside it. I remembered seeing him changing once and being a little jealous of what he had between his legs. Even soft I could tell he had an impressive erection and had found myself thinking about it when I was wanking. I suggested to Nick that we watch some porn to cheer him up. We often did this in a group, laughing but not daring to openly wank or say we were excited. He agreed and put on a VHS. I couldn't see the title but he said it was new and we hadn't watched it before. It didn't take long for me to realise that this was different to the other tapes we had watched. Although it was mainly the usual sucking and …
Our first cruise
My wife and I have finally settled and life is going well. We’re both 26, Jen just graduated from Med school and is finally practicing medicine. . I have been selling cars since my undergraduate program to finance her way through school. Jen informed me that we finally get a little reward; one of the d**g companies is sponsoring a conference on a cruise ship. I guess this is common practice, the doctors get their continuing education and the d**g companies push their wares. WE checked in and were pleased to see we had a great room for a cruise. It has a balcony and a little room Jen has a great sex appetite especially now that she has graduated. She’s 5’6” with short blunt cut black hair. She has spectacular tits and milky white skin. Her nipples grow when she gets excited and she has a firm butt WE fucked most of the first night and she had to get up and attend lectures the next morning. I had a late breakfast and headed to the pool. I took along a new book I was looking forward to readking. I doed n and off I awoke with a raging erectio. I was startled and quickly covered myself with a towel. My speedo didn’t cover much I was startled again as the cute lady next to me spoke; I didn’t know if I should wake you so you wouldn’t burn, as she glanced towards my crotch. She continued; “I bought you a drink.” I looked over at the frozen drink with the umbrella in it “Uh…………..thanks.” We kept chatting and she ordered another round of drinks. She also kept glancing at my crotch “My …
Office Tramp
I was nervous to meet him at work but I was shocked when I stepped into his building. Of course we had discussed his job, but he hadn’t impressed upon me the successes of his company. As the shiny elevator doors opened to the marbled floor of his company, I stopped by the secretary’s desk to check in. “I’m, um, here to see Jacob.” The secretary glanced at me over the rim of her glasses while her fingers tapped over her keyboard. A moment later she said, “I don’t see he has any appointments or interviews. His schedule says that he has blocked off the next two hours for his lunch. I’m sorry. You will have to come back later.” I cleared my throat, hesitating. Finally, I said, “Um, I am his lunch date. I’m supposed to meet him in his office. It’s just that I’ve never been here before so I don’t know where that is.” The secretary looked at me skeptically. Jacob was sexy and fit. He was the epitome of “tall, dark, and handsome.” Me? I was considered overweight. I didn’t have the stick figure of some A-cup model. I had the hourglass figure of a woman that enjoyed chocolate shakes and cheeseburgers. Sometimes, I woke up in the morning and thought of myself as fat. Sometimes, Jacob rolled his face in my titties and squeezed my playful ass-cheeks, making me feel beautiful. The secretary delicately tapped a couple numbers on her phone. She had a muted conversation with her hand over the mouthpiece. After only a few seconds, she hung up, stood, and smiled at me. “Follow me, please.” …
Strapon
had bought the strapon ages ago when I was having an energetic affair with a fairly hard core lesbian. It was black and big; a good seven inches in length and more importantly about two and a half in radius. Those measurements meant that it provided an extremely good fuck, though I never quite understood what an avowed penis hating dyke got from me fucking her with it. I knew full well what I got from it, though, when she fucked me with it and that was a bang on orgasm. Time went on and my lesbian life-style period ended; I was not a penis hater and in fact liked cock a little too much to consider myself a les so I became a lipstick or, a femme as some call us. I am feminine, well with G cup tits like mine it is hard not to be, and usually I get as much satisfaction from being fucked as I do from having my velvet tipped – for the uninitiated google tipping the velvet. I work in advertising, which along with most creative businesses is a liberally minded industry. It's also a business sector where PC has not extended its tentacles as far as it has in many sectors. To an extent, women are still looked on in advertising as objects, bits of stuff, eye candy and client fodder. To an avowed les that is anathema, but to me it seems perfectly natural hence, another reason for my switch to lipstick status. Thomas was an art director at an agency for which I worked freelance. Art directors do the pictures; copywriters like me do the words. They usually work together in pairs, often …
The Last Flight. Chapter 3
My heart leapt into my mouth. The engine was ablaze! “Don't worry, Sir.” I spoke as calmly as I could, my training coming to the fore, “The pilots will be aware and able to take care of that.” I drew the curtain across the window and walked quickly to the cockpit, totally aware that the passenger would have drawn it back again as soon as my back was turned. As I suspected, the pilots were well aware of the situation and I entered just as the first officer, who had now returned to his seat on the right, pulled the fire lever at the command of Captain Anderson, and feathered the propeller. He looked out of his side window and back at the slowing propeller. “Ah, Karen, could you go back and just check that the fire is extinguished, it looks like it is.” Without another word I returned to the cabin and looked through the same large, panoramic window as before. There was a lot of smoke and the propeller had now stopped turning but I could no longer see any fire. The passenger who had called me looked panic stricken. “Don't worry, the fire is out now. We are quite safe.” I reassured him. He smiled weakly and nodded. I returned to the cockpit, not bothering to draw the curtain across again. “I can't see any flames.” I said to neither in particular, “nor can I see any damage to the nacelle or wing.” The first officer turned to me. “Thank you, Karen. We will have to divert to the nearest airfield and get his thing down asap.” I nodded that I understood. “I will tell the passengers.” …
My Casino Adventure
My Casino Adventure I glanced down and thought to myself how lucky can you get. There was a beautiful blond who I had only met three hours ago with her head bobbing up and down between my legs with my cock halfway in her luscious mouth. For a second I forgot her name, but then I remembered it was Karen, whom I had just met at a slot machine three hours ago. I knew I could only take a few more minutes of her fine cock sucking and then I would discover if she was a swallower or not. I was hoping she liked sperm in her gullet because there is nothing more I like than to have my cock in a girls mouth as I shoot my load inside her. If she keeps sucking me after I cum, that’s all the better. Well, how did I get in this lucky predicament? I discovered after years of visiting the local hotel casinos in my city that when Social Security checks come out it means literally hundreds of retired/widowed GILF’s and MILF’s head to the casino. I learned it is so easy to pick up lonely older women that you can almost troll the floor looking for the most interesting and attractive women. Just be friendly and 50% of the time you get at least a date, or as I did today, you wind up taking them upstairs to your room and fucking them or at a minimum, getting a blowjob. Well today was one of my lucky days. I spotted Karen a sixtyish GILF alone by a dollar slot machine. I sat down and we immediately began a conversation about how the slots were paying, how nice the casino was etc. I could tell she …
My First Experience Part 1
I had always liked women from my earliest memories but it wasn't until a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday that I finally became aware that I was sexually attracted to, and aroused by women. I started to realise that seeing some of my class mates in the changing rooms after PE made me very sexually aroused. I was terrified and excited in almost equal measure. Terrified that the other girls would find out and I'd be seen as different or weird or an outsider. Consequently my ogling of their bodies became something which I only did with the greatest of caution and always surreptitiously. At the same time as realising my attraction to women, I also discovered the joys of masturbation and found my arousal and desire (I didn’t know or understand horny then) was greatly increased with the pleasure I found in masturbation. I suppose I could argue that my masturbatory fantasies around some of my class mates were my first experience with another girl. But in reality my first physical experience with another girl didn't occur until I was just sixteen years old. I used to be a very keen swimmer and used the local swimming baths at least once a week, frequently more often. There was a girl called Laura who I vaguely knew from school. She was a year older than me and in the upper 6th form and I saw her swimming regularly. I thought she was gorgeous. I tried whenever possible to get changed at the same time that she did, and used the opportunity to surreptitiously watch her in the …
Underworld: run me through 2
Just before he’d cruelly run me through with that sword Nergal had mentioned something about days of unimagined sexual pleasure but even in my wildest dreams I’d never imagined anything quite as overwhelming as this. My body was his to do with as he pleased and he took me in ways I’d never imagined possible, and it wasn’t until late in the afternoon that Nergal finally relented, I guess even an ancient God can have stamina issues. Afterward, as I laid there in the warm sun, basking in the orgasmic afterglow of the most impossibly erotic day of my life, I suddenly felt Nergal’s eyes upon me. My eyes met his and once again I found myself utterly captivated by the darkly erotic mix of lust and sadistic cruelty staring back at me. It was then that I once again heard in my mind, “Once my beautiful and insatiable slave, you were mortal but no more. You are now and until the end of time, a willing pleasure slave in eternal service to my Mistress, the death goddess Lady Jenova. As such, you will remain young and beautiful for all eternity, your days filled with endless erotic pleasures beyond imagination, but the gifts bestowed upon you by Lady Jenova come at a fiendishly diabolical cost. Every evening at sunset you will once again find yourself trapped within the darkest depths of Underworld’s dungeon torture chambers, there to endure a slow and painfully agonizingly death.” I could feel my pulse quicken in terror as he paused, the look of lust fading from his eyes until nothing …
Ex girls mom (black bbw) I finally get the chance.
My ex's mom, 53 year old black bbw. About 5'3" with big luscious thighs and that fat bbw ass that makes any man drool and stiffen up in his briefs. I had noticed once before even beyond the casual flirt that she sneakishly had pushed that big ass into me as I reached around her to grab my beer from the counter at a cookout we were having. Oh you just don't know, I murmured to myself. Flash ahead for times sake, I had run into her months after the break up with her daughter in a grocery store. We casually spoke and exchanged some small talk. I joked with her about how well she cooked and what she would be cooking later. "Nothing special" she said. She suggested that maybe I could come by and she'd pack me up a plate with some leftovers and you know I took the offer. 🙂 About an hour or so I arrive at her house, she was inside and opened the door as I stepped in . She kind of casually glances over her shoulder at me as she walks away with smile. She knows I'm watching her as she walks toward the kitchen. My mouth waters, It almost feels is if my ball sack loads up with excitement as I'm watching her big ass sway in only the way that a bbw's does. I follow, get real close behind her as she removes a plate from the microwave, bam, she does it again. She slowly pushes that ass into me and giggles a little as I reach down and squeeze it right between her cheeks. My dick stiffened to a solid state as I pull her back into my clutches. She moans, I ask her "can I have it?" She …
Nate and Ash
Allow me to introduce my self, my name is Nathan Cole, but everyone calls me Nate. I attend an elite prep school in the suburbs of Miami, where everyone goes to an Ivy League and has a trust fund to fall back on. I play varsity lacrosse, and I’m about 6’2, I guess you could day I’m good looking with brown hair and green eyes. My mind snapped back to reality as the bell rung signaling the end of class and the day. I wasn’t completely sure what had happened during that class, nor did I really care all I could think about was this weekend, no parents and an empty mansion at my disposal. I cleared my desk, grabbed my bag, and sauntered out of class heading to my locker. Blinded by the open locker I didn’t see Ashley walking up to me. “Hello handsome.” She purred. I muttered, “Hey Ash.” We have been friends for a while, upon first glance some think were dating, but I don’t date, mainly since I don’t have time to, nor want to commit to anything really. Ash has always been there for me and I have always been there for her. She’s a good person, we all party at school, but she never whores it out to anyone, always studies, and never gets caught. On the way to our cars, she asked what my weekend plans are, and I told her I didn’t have any but that my parents were out. Typically no parents called for a party, but I wasn’t really feeling it with the pressures of school lately. She suggested that we hang out and order in and watch a movie. Liking her suggestion, I agreed to see her at …
The Ballad of Hoan Vegars: Part 5: Adventures in Georgia
“It’s getting late” said Hoan as he drove the truck. “We should probably find a place to stay for the night.” “Indeed” responded Kajc. “I have some friends near by, and they’re patriots. I am sure that they will allow us to spend the night in their house.” Kajc nodded, and Hoan drove to his friends’ house. His friends lived on a piece of property near Savannah, by the shore. They drove past a forest of cypress trees, covered with Spanish moss, as they pulled up near the house. They were greeted by a house, in old plantation style, near a barn and pasture. Tennessee Walking Horses looked up from their grazing to see the new arrivals, and then returned to their grazing once they were assured that they were safe. Hoan and Kajc were welcomed with open arms, and after eating a home cooked meal of chicken, they went to sleep. In the morning, they took a quick ride around the property on the smooth Walking horses. After saying good bye to the beautiful horses, and thanking their hosts, Hoan and Kajc got back in their truck, and drove away. Hoan and Kajc arrived in the southern city of Savannah, Georgia. They parked the car, and strolled along the historic streets of cobblestone. In the park, they marveled at a fountain, under the shade of the spanish moss covered live oaks. “Alright” said Hoan, “Let’s start recruiting.” They were able to recruit many soldiers, who promptly traveled north to Norfolk. Then, the government attacked. The sound of a helicopter was heard, and then a …