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Tortured Tits
The Tortured Tits We’re finally here, I thought to myself as we pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore a few miles from our house. Samantha, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking questions about it for some time now. She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there, what went on in there, what might happen if we went in there. She had heard about glory holes, especially as they were used by the gay community for anonymous oral sex. But she also wondered what she might do in there, wondered what might be done to her in there. For months now, she had raised the occasional question, the probing inquiry. But now we were here, parked, ready to go inside. Samantha was dressed for the event. She …
Sleepover With Sister and Best Friend
It was very funny that our best friend was a boy. He lived next door, and we were all pretty young. We had been friends for three years, but this was the first time he was going to sleep over. Our parents weren’t home so it was the perfect time. First we ate something and then we went into our room. We had separate beds, really nice and soft with many pillows. I went on my bed and started taking my clothes off, for me it was no problem but I knew my sister and he were going to be a bit shy about it. Finally I took off my panties (white and lace) and I noticed he was staring at me between the legs, at my slit. He had on shorts and I saw …
One Lucky Afternoon – Part 2
Rita woke the next morning with a fairly sore vagina after her tryst the afternoon before. It was a reminder, however, that put a smile on her face and it would be there for a while. “OMG!” was all that came to her mind remembering the orgasmic details of her first extramarital affair. If it were the first and last, well, what a good one to have had. It’d changed her thinking about a lot of things. Guilt, power, persuasion, etc… A lot of emotions ran through her mind. One thing that kept coming up though is that if it were left up to her, it wouldn’t be the last. Rita nor Ryan initiated contact with each other for yet another two weeks, until Ryan texted her on yet another lucky afternoon. Friday rolled around …
I really couldn’t help it!
I married Diane, Carol’s grandmother when she was 8, her mother Elaine was a single parent and Diane did everything she could to support her daughter and granddaughter. In my late fifties, Diane was my perfect match, we fitted together perfectly, she had a super figure for her age, she indulged me in my sexual whims, I had a high sex drive and she entertained me whenever the urge came. Sadly after 4 wonderful years, Diane passed away, leaving a huge void in my life. Rather than allow myself to wallow in the depths of despair, I focussed on supporting Elaine and Carol in whatever way I could, happy in the knowledge that Diane would have wanted this. I did anything they needed, fixing up their small home, school runs when Elaine had to work …
Tales of Laney R
Romantic Memories of Laney R. (first in a series) By Rodgerthedodger MffBest Winsome young Laney R. her best friend, her next door neighbor and his dog who she helps out; then He “helps” her out learning of joys in life! A true story. It was innocent enough, that is, in the beginning. Later I lost my innocence and found sexual pleasures beyond my dreams. My next door neighbor, Jim, was away from home. “Would I help with his garden and his dog while he was gone?” Of course, I would. What are neighbors for? So after school I attended to his garden and his dog, did my homework at his kitchen table, and learned about life as it turned out: some of life’s joys that still turn me on after these years. I was at …
Jessica Doggysitter (part 1)
Part 1 Jessica was a lonely girl. She had alway been like that. Mostly keeping to herself, never had a boyfriend. It was not that she wasn’t pretty enough, on the contrary. Jessica was a very cute girl and now that she’d grown up she had filled out very well. She still had her girly, cute looks about her… but still well rounded hips, curvy thighs and large breasts. Jessica’s boobs weren’t huge in any way, maybe a large C-cup, but since she was so petite, just over 5 feet (156 cm) tall, they filled out her chest a lot. A couple of years back she’d gotten into goth music and this showed on her. Always black, skimpy clothing, too much dark eyeliner and she had her hair cut in a sleek, long bob cut. …
Housekeeper
I had been out of work for quite a while, and money was running short. So, since I was getting a little desperate, I was calling about just any job in the paper. There was one that said just “houskeeper wanted, fair pay, flexible hours” with a phone number. I decided to call, even though I didn’t really like house work, and arranged an interview the next day. I arrived at the appointed time, and was greeted at the door by an older man, perhaps about fifty, (as opposed to my twenty-five). He was pretty good looking, but i felt more like he could have been a father figure. He showed me around, explaining that he was in and out a lot, sometimes being gone for days at a time, while sometimes he was at …
Amy, Are you OK_(0)
“Amy, Are you OK?” Don’t you hate that question? Especially when you are trying to kid the world that everything is fine! Right now, 22 year old Amy hated many things but her deepest loathing was for her ex-boyfriend who, after 7 years, dumped her for a 38 year old tart. Just thinking of it brought tears to her eyes so she dried them and moved on. However, five minutes later in the bathroom, she looked at her bum in the mirror and shook her head, confident that her tight little arse was pretty nice. The same thoughts on the reflection of a slim, beautiful girl with flawless skin, pretty eyes and perfectly proportioned boobs. Her work attire of red shorts and white T-shirt (without a bra) looked great. She smiled and judging her ex’s …
What he’s thinking – ch 1
Entry One: — me [Karen], mind reading, Jerry, Hilda Have you ever wanted to know what a guy’s thinking when he’s looking at your fanny? Or is it obvious enough anyway? I’m clairvoyant. I’m only about average in looks, but at times I know exactly how a guy wants to see me as well as he does. I’m pretty enough and have a good figure. If I choose to I can make myself look like the fantasy he would like to see me as. Does it surprise you that my main use of mind reading is for satisfying my own voyeur tendencies? Should I be out interrogating prisoners? Frankly, I’m not interested in conflicts, either between nations or cops and robbers. I don’t owe them anything and have no reason to not just enjoy myself. …