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Slowly I was drifting out of sleep. As I turned around I felt something around my ankle. Frowning I felt with my other foot and recognized my panty. Why? Then the memory came back. David, now lying behind me, what I – we- had done. A shiver ran through me. He was my mate, the arrogant bastard, the man I loved. I did not even know when that had happened, or when I had realised it. Not that I could tell him. We were friends, just friends, spending some time together. But last night? That might change something, everything. I hadn’t thought that he recognised me as a woman. He had never before treated me as one. I could feel him move behind me, turned around again. While I watched him sleep a smile spread …
“I remember that knitted dress very well indeed. I still have it today, hanging in my wardrobe. A souvenir of sorts. I had to approach the head and his deputy about wearing it because it was not of the ‘required dress code’ for we teachers. We were in the grip of a fairly severe heat wave at that time and apart for wearing a bikini, this knitted dress was the only garment I had that would keep me cool throughout the day. I knew I had to physically bend if I needed to pick anything up. It would not leave much to the imagination but it had to be done that way because if I squatted down, the dress would literally roll upwards around my waist so it would look as if all I was …
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I could still remember the last time when we made love for the entire day, and the look on her face as I slid her thong to her ankles when she took great delight in showing me her bald pussy, wanting to impress me with it. She did impress me. At the time I wanted to ask her the why and how she had a bald pussy for the first time I had known her, though I didn’t get around to asking. Why not ask now, I mused as I set about answering her email. “Hi Mireille, so pleased you asked am I up for a coffee or drink? Of course I am up to it. I can still recall the look on your face the last time we met when you took great delight …
Saturday, September 7th, unknown time I was floating through space. Weightless. Like dust being carried through a breeze. I was dead. I had to be dead, and I was going on to whatever else was after this life. Figures I’d kick it after a little over a month of being the richest man in the world. Or was I? Pretty sure neither heaven nor hell had that pine-fresh scent thick in the air. Neither of them struck me as being cold and wet either. Blinking was difficult, and every attempt felt like something was scraping the retina off the back of my eyeballs. However, I managed, and the first thing I saw was my feet dangling about fifteen feet above the ground. “Oh fuck!” I yelped, my arms flailing as I tried to grasp something …
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This is a true story and it continues to this day as far as I know. The first story was more of an introduction to the characters and a history so you won’t be confused so I advise that you read it. Hoping for lots of responses! A Rock and a Hard Place 2 Thanks to the lie that I told Abby, I was free to talk to Robyn as much as I wanted. Unfortunately, seeds of jealousy began to sprout from both sides of the fence. Eventually Abby tried to force me to make a choice between the two. I refused and 30 minutes of screaming later we were broken up. I walked home that day and reflected on life and how important Abby really was to me. I had already cheated on her …
This is the story of Zeenat, she is around 27 years old. Married, but have not yet become a mother even after 6 years of marriage. She and her husband were trying their best for a child with their full force But still she has not been able to become a mother . Then She decided to secretly meet her Ex-lover Rizwan and get pregnant from him. In Part 2 you Read Ameera also told Zeenat that she had a crush on Rizwaan and after Zeenat broke up with Rizwaan she had dated him and she told her that Rizwaan is involved in flesh trade and even tried to push Ameera into flesh trade but she some how escaped from it. Zeenat was alarmed to hear it. She was nervous of course, but two things …
fantasy-pornography by Wrulf The Fithmeister Although being a cheap sleaze-pig of 24, Andrea subconsciously tried telling herself she really didn’t know why she was skankily-dressed and standing outside The HotSpot Adult Theater shortly after dark on a sweltering Friday night in July – except… … well, that wasn’t due to the night’s high temperature. As a submissive and hopelessly whorish young woman with medium-brown hair, a cute face, nice though smallish milk-dumps, a shaved gash between her thighs and a sinfully round shitter, Andrea, in truth, was envious of the porn bitches taking all of the large and beautiful penises on-screen in the smut-house. While one might say she’d often smutted herself with fantasies about working in porn, however, there was an easier way of satisfying her brazen needs, the true reason Andrea was standing …
Amber and Kate were chilling in the pool in their backyard. They were foster sisters getting to know each other. Amber: Kate, why do you wear shorts to the swimming pool? You know you can wear a bikini. Kate: I just don’t want anyone to see too much, you know? Amber: Well, I guess. What, afraid the boys will go wild? Kate: Actually, the girls. I’m packing. Amber: Wait, what do you mean? Kate: Well, this is what I mean. Kate stands up and lets her swim shorts stick to her body, revealing the outline of her giant futa dick. Amber: Oh my god, are you for real? Kate: Yeah. Amber: Does anyone else know? Kate: My parents, and a few others, but no one else here. Amber: My god, it’s huge! How big is …
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Susan’s first bondage. She checked her instructions carefully for at least the tenth time in the last half an hour, the printed sheet now crumpled from repeated folding and unfolding, Number 17 Naysmith drive, left out of the station, down Arkwright street for three hundred yards and turn left at the Red Lion into Merethorpe Gardens and then second left. The high arch of the honeysuckle shrouded pergola gateway loomed above the street, setting No 17 apart from it’s matching stone Edwardian town house neighbours, she checked her instructions one last time she moved the key from her sweating palm to her shaking fingers, placed the instructions back in her pocket and with more confidence than she felt she walked the few steps up into the half timbered porch and tried her key in the …
The scent of sweat and damp earth filled the air as the workers filed out of the construction site, laughing and joking with one another. Today had been particularly grueling, with a new section of foundation laid and steel beams installed. As they made their way to the newly built locker room facility, the female worker among them, Amelia, felt a thrill of anticipation in her stomach. This was the first day they would all share the locker room and showers, and she couldn’t help but wonder what kinds of adventures might lie ahead. She followed the others into the large, open locker room, where rows of wooden lockers lined the walls. A set of showers was located at one end, their doors wide open, steam billowing out. The air was thick with masculinity, the …
Laci By: The Black Pedo/ AKA Gen. Butt-Naked M/f (13) anal, oral, cum, drug use This story maybe loosely based on real life events, but who is to say these days, you can be all you can be on the internet. If you are disturbed by reading stories of adults have consensual sex with children, you may be living a lie, if you are reading this, come on out of the closet. I do not advocate hurting children, but I do believe children are a lot more able to understand sex then we want to give them credit for, so I do not judge, nor do I think children are unable to consent to such activities. No means no! Seduction only! If you live in a location, where it is illegal to read stories, that …
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Dear Husband, If you found this diary, please do know that everything written in here is true. Whatever happened or written in here, no matter what I said or what I wrote, please know that I love you. I always love you and always do. I want to share this with you, but I can’t bring myself to tell you this in person. Thus, the diary. Forgive me, honey. And I love you. Always. Winter, Your loving wife. 12th August 2015 Dear husband, Today is our wedding day. I was so excited about it. Everything goes according to the plan. You and I decided to do the ceremony at the beach instead of a normal church. The setup are all done after dawn, the caterers are setting things up and I was there, sitting in …
For those of you that haven’t read any of my other stories, I am starting to write some of the true stories that I have experienced with a very sexy woman called Steph. Steph is 5’4” and is a very slim sexy redhead. She is a beautiful girl that I met when she was 20, she’s 25 now, and I found out that she loved sex, gave a fantastic blow job and was happy to try anything. She has a perfect body, with very big 32E boobs that are not only big but very firm, almost defying gravity. Although she is a redhead, she still tans nicely and this makes her body look even better. She has a cute tight little pussy that gets really wet, although is still the tightest pussy I have ever …
I was working with this company and was involved with one of the women and after a party I offered to drive her home. She had already told me she wasn’t married – any more. On the way she moved closer to me and put her hand on my crutch and gave it a squeeze and naturally I got hard. She smelled nice and even though she was a bit older than me she was quite attractive. I thought I hope this is not the wine working. I said what was that for. She said just to see what would happen I don’t know about you but I am interested if you are. Can we stop and see how the back seat feels. I shit are you suggesting what i think you are. She said …
This is chapter two. Hope you enjoy. A few weeks after Paula and I had had our first make out session, her and her family invited me over for a barbeque at her house. It was on a Friday so I had no objections and neither did my mother, except, of course she asked me to drag my little brat brother along thinking it’d be good for him while I was annoyed at the both of them. We got to her house a little after 4 and immediately I ditched my little brother with her little brother while I went to find Paula. I’m not looking for her long as I find her in her room zipping up one of hers (and mine) favorite miniskirts. I look her up and down and walk up behind …
Anne walked back to her car after the big concert. Her ears still rang with the music of it. She lit a cigarette that illuminated the darkness around her, making her chestnut hair shine. She was a pretty quiet woman, 20 years of age. Just as she got her cigarette lit good and going, it went out, and she heard a little fizzle. “Dammit, what the hell?” she looked up and saw the first few drops of rain they’d had in weeks. She welcomed this rain, covered her cig, and lit it again. She resumed walking back to her car, and right as she reached it, she felt a tap on her shoulder. A young man with what appeared to be either black or very dark brown hair came up to her. He looked no …