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Glory hole for my Wife Bridget Bridget lay on the sliding bed. She was fully clothed with a long skirt and some white Keds tennis shoes. She loved to wear those white sneakers with knee-high white socks under her long black skirts. My Wife Bridget is simple. She has long brown hair that is thick and wavy and big almond eyes. She is half Italian and half Greek and reminds me of a young Julia Roberts, with a gentle voice and big brown, long eyelashes. The sliding bed was one that slid through a hole in a wall which left my wife protruding half way out so that her legs and waist vanished behind the edifice, or the flat, monolithic and hard wall. She looked up at me and smiled. She knew that I loved …
(I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!!! Please give me a positive vote and also your thoughts and comments – what did you like, and what would you change?) After his orgasm, Jay took a moment to catch his breath, and pulled his toy up into the bed with him, did something he had not yet done. Rolling her on to her stomach, Jay was sure his toy was wondering what was about to happen. Truth was, Jay was rather tired himself, and he need a bit to recharge. So reaching over to the nightstand, Jay grabbed the bottle of lotion he had noticed earlier. “Lay still” he said very quietly and then, starting with her calves, Jay applied a bit of lotion to each, and slowly, caringly, he began to give his toy a thorough …
One Steps Back, Two Step Forward Chapter 5 Anthony sat in the chair beside Liz’s unconscious body and held her hand and worrying. It had been a week since his father had attacked Liz and Kylie had been healing Liz each day she visited and the doctors were calling Liz’s rapid healing miraculous but found nothing special when they checked her blood. One doctor who specialized in rapid healing came in to ask Anthony if they could examine Liz closer and do more tests. Anthony had told the man no and when he wouldn’t take that as an answer Anthony had called security to have the doctor removed from the private room and banned from entering again. Other than the nurses only one other doctor had come into Liz’s hospital room. “Anthony Caine,” a man’s …
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It had been nearly six months since his trip to New Orleans and that fateful night with Lana. He simply couldn’t explain it but he couldn’t get her out of his mind. What hurt the most was the way she left. After she broke the news to him that she was married, she simply walked out of his life. She didn’t even attempt to explain things. It was like the night and their time together meant nothing to her. David was still devastated by that. He never thought that he would be a “One- Night Stand”. After she left, David stayed in his suite and drank until he passed out. David isn’t much of a drinker but that night was different. The longer he stayed there thinking about Lana, the more he wanted to go …
We both know we shouldn’t be here. We are more than aware of what will most likely happen. But we decided against logic and took a chance. Now, here we are, all alone, with her laying naked across this king size bed. We had made several subliminal passes at one another, often playing them off as jokes or saying things like “just kidding” or just laughing them off. Truth be told, we prefer it that way. You see, we both have someone, and yet, the attraction here is beyond obvious. We have been confronted about it on a few occasions, but we find ways around the topic, or change it altogether. The annoying part is that we work together, making things a little awkward. We hear the whispers of our co workers, but never confirm …
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Chapter 1 Life with one leg I was a normal child, born with two legs, like everyone else but that didn’t last long. It is a blessing that I now have a happy life but let me tell you the story from the beginning. My name is Wendy Adair and I was born into a middle class family. My father, George Adair, was the owner of a financial advisory firm and quite wealthy. My mother, Sarolta Adair, was stay-at-home mother and wife who raised we three children. There is me, the youngest, my elder brother Carl, and my sister Jessica. My mother came from Hungary where my maternal grandparents still live in Budapest. Jessica was attending college taking business administration, and Carl, already graduated, was working for an architectural firm. I wanted to be a …
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We have been married for 7 years now with Amy and we have two wonderful kids. That is of course causing some pressure on our relationship and we try to have one night in a month that we spend without kids. This weekend we joined our forces with our family friends Jason and Kate whom I have known about 10 years, but maybe last couple of years we have been doing more things together. My wife knows Kate from high school and they are the main connecting force with between us. Anyway, we are heading to a golf resort for this weekend. Now in Friday we do not have anything special but on Saturday we will play round of golf which we all are fond of but find it sometimes difficult to play due to …
Eric heard the doorbell chime and looked around for his wife. “You gonna get that?” he shouted. Hearing the shower running, he reluctantly muted the remote and got up to answer the door. There were two people standing in the hallway. One was a tall, well-dressed black man in his late twenties, the other a striking teenage girl of about 15. She was holding a shopping bag. “Can I help you,” said Eric, looking at them quizzically. The black man spoke first. “I wonder if we might speak with Kimi for a moment.” Eric scrutinized him for a moment, wondering what his connection was with his wife. “She’s in the shower. Does she know you?” The black man laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could say we’re acquainted.” The blonde girl only smiled. “Just tell her …
Sara and I had great sex Friday and Monday. Tuesday my wife Carolyn and I spent the day picking wild strawberries along an abandoned railroad right of way. While there, I got to thinking about fucking Sara and my six inch cock got rock hard. Then Carolyn bent over to pick some berries and I could see her pussy crack. I came up behind her, removed my cock from my pants, and shoved it under her skirt to the opening of her pussy. “Bill, what a pleasant surprise” as she pushed her back into my cock. I pumped her a few times, then pulled her down and down on the grass and strawberry plants and removed her skirt. Then I began to kiss and suck on her cunt. I was thinking of Sara, and this …
Here’s the first chapter of my spin off series to Son’s Revenge. Any new readers, you don’t have to read Son’s Revenge first but you can do. I’ve been thinking about this since I finished son’s revenge 3. Still working on deep and lovely dark and I think it’ll be up shortly after this one goes up. Enjoy. I’m here sat in my car looking at a man I don’t know through binoculars. Stalker alert!… Actually this is all part of the job. Sarah Parker paid upfront for me to investigate her husband. She explained how her husband has been staying late at work every night and she thinks he might be cheating. I held her tight as she cried into my shoulder. Telling me how she’s been married to Mr. Parker for 12 years. …
I sprinted in the house and still had tears running down my face. We weren’t even supposed to touch. I went straight for the shower. Pulled off my clothes, my panties were wet with his cum! Damn you Tommy! I was so mad at him. He knew this was happening and he let it! God damn all men! Fucking asshole! Doesn’t matter to him that I could get pregnant! I climbed in the shower. Pulled the handheld shower head down and sprayed between my legs. I used my other hand to reach up and try to finger out his load from inside me. I sprayed the water inside me and winced as the spray reached parts of me that didn’t agree with the spraying water. The water felt like a constant stream of needles poking …
Part 2 Of course once he had a taste of my teen pussy, Frank couldn’t get enough. He fucked me four more times the first night, and I lost count of the total fuckings before Mom finally came home from that business trip. My pussy sure got a workout, and that’s exactly what I’d been so badly craving for so many years! Within a few days, I’d become utterly addicted to my stepfather’s virile cock. I orgasmed explosively on his prick well into the dawn, savoring his stiff meat in my pussy or my mouth, all the while dreading my mother’s return. For awhile after Mom came home from her trip, Frank and I would sneak out of the house to fuck each other. He’d drive us to a secluded area while I sucked on …
The Pink Carnation Bill Gossage was a married man. Thirty years. In which time his wife has gone through menopause. Bill was hoping her desire for sex and the lack of a period would be a blessing. But instead it was a curse. The curse of depleted desire. In other words, she’s gone cold. Sexually anyway. So, Bill still loves her and hides his frustration. He reads and writes dirty stories and tries to pleasure himself but it gets old. His imagination has created some great fantasies and he thinks about acting them out from time to time. At his age there’s no rush. Bill takes a chance and goes out to a gay mixer in town. Sitting in his car out front of the club he gets giddy. Wondering what might happen and what …
I met Rhonda a few weeks ago at three-day business seminar. We had exquisite lesbian sex on the first night and again on the second night. On the third day we didn’t bother attending the seminar and continued with our lesbian love making. We told each other we were in a relationship with bi-sexual men. As women do, we asked about the size of their erections. I took great delight in telling Rhonda my man Roger was nine-inches and thick after she told me her man Peter was an average six-inches. “Though he does like me watching him blowing another man, a favorite fetish of mine,” Rhonda told me. Perhaps an invitation? “I have two fetishes, thick, hung men and being licked by either sex. And if a third or fourth person is involved all …
I awoke the next morning, a cup of coffee on my bedside table, and the newspaper on the foot of the bed. “Strange.” I thought to myself. Leesha was already up, and usually on Sundays, I was the early bird. It was just after eight o’clock. Not too early, but not too late either. I got up, slipped into my bathrobe, put the paper under my arm, and headed down stairs sipping my coffee. “Good Morning sleepy head.” Leesha said looking a little embarrassed of all things. “I’m sorry about last night baby.” She walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t know if it was the wine, or the sun, or both. I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.” “That’s ok babe. I just watched some TV and …
So my uncle owns and runs a summer camp on a lake in Maine. My family always did at least a week of our vacation there. Nice hundred acre fresh water lake with good fishing, canoeing, and on a good day when the wind was blowing across the lake you could wind surf across the lake on paddle boards. There were about 20 cabins, and a couple of tent sights, but mostly families came up for the cabins as they were pretty cool. This summer he talked me into coming up to work the whole summer for him at the camp. I did all kinds of jobs, but mostly kept the fishing gear ready to use, and the paddle boards, and canoes clean and ready for the days use. My family had come and gone …
Just one more year of this hell. I sat staring at my hazy reflection in the bathroom, smoke billowing out of my lungs. Cheap cigarettes. Easy to come by here. My mother was a chain smoker and wouldn’t work but she had plenty of men who came in and out of the house and she gave them pussy and they bought her cigarettes in return. Which I stole. Fucking whore. Who sells pussy for cigarettes and booze? Rhetorical question. My mother of course. She never cared about me or my brother but we couldn’t leave without her putting our pictures on milk cartons because someone had to feed her newest baby who never stopped crying and shitting and wanting attention. One more year and the bitch was on her own. I got up and left …
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