The next-to-the-last weekend had now descended for the gang at Spirit Lake before summer ended and we scattered again to our respective colleges and “whatever” activities. Giddiness was high, which is saying something for the group of friends from the affluent Atlanta uptown district of Buckhead, but we’d been on the other edge of giddy every weekend we’d come down to the lake.
Somehow I think we all knew this would be the last summer we’d gather at my
Bill and I where married five days ago. It was a big wedding with all of our family and friends being the
Tony was nervous as he sat at the bar of the Toledo Holiday Inn. “I’ll meet you at six,” she wrote in her last e-mail to him just the night before. The drink in front of him remained untouched as he waited, although his fingers played with the intricate cuts of the glass from time to time. He glanced at his watch once more and was dismayed at the slow passage of time. It was only five forty-five. “It’ll be so good to see you.” Tony looked around and saw that
Her stiletto boots vibrated with the pulse of the industrial beat. She felt in the middle of something exciting. Around her, people clad in latex, leather, chains, and drag carried on comfortably and casually, as if they were at a friends’ house. Lights swirled. She walked on, exploring the various areas of the club. She and her friend laughed as they pointed out this person, or that, comparing impressions.
Jill had looked forward to this night. It was Ohio, and in a land of beer, football, and
“Gentlemen,” the commanding voice came from behind them just as they reached the door to the hallway. Turning, they looked at their professor. He motioned them back into the room. “Close the door.”
They did as they were told and then approached his desk. He sat behind it, his fingers steepled in front of his face as his blue eyes regarded them. No emotion crossed his face.
“Sit down,” he said. Once they were seated, he continued. “I won’t beat
You’d never know it if you were to meet her or see her on the street. But the truth of the matter is, my wife has a cum fetish. I guess everyone has perhaps some sort of fetish. Some are pretty kinky, some are pretty tame, borderline fetish even. But this one…well, I’d have to say it ranks on the higher end of kinky fetishes.
And it isn’t just the fact Denise loves cum, a lot of women do. But she loves wearing it…in public preferably, and as fresh as possible.
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Samantha Thompson’s interest in men had always been radically different than other eighteen year old women she knew. For some unknown reason Samantha had always been attracted too much older men. At night when she was alone in her bed masturbating she would often fantasize about seducing her best friends father. She could almost feel him eating her hot dripping snatch, or madly fucking her wet pussy and tight ass.
Samantha was an eighteen year old virgin when she met Scott during her
This story is a continuation of Riya and Rudra. I fucked up while changing the password of my previous account Rudrdutt and so had to create another one. If anyone wants to catch up on the previous series before this please search for Riya and Rudra. I hope you will like this story.
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Dark hands pushed a lubricated doll head the size of a baby’s head inside my hot throbbing cunt. Bringing a baby into the world was less painful than having one shoved right back in. Rudra the apple of
Monday was an uneventful day. I went to work, came home, and relaxed with Sandy. No mention was made of the events from the previous day. We went to bed and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. I was totally surprised by what was awaiting me at home on Tuesday.
“Baby, I’m home.” I yelled that Tuesday afternoon.
“I’m in the bedroom.” I heard Sandy reply. She sounded like she was out of breath.
I hurried to the bedroom fearing something was wrong
A client of my wife’s had given her gift certificates to a massage parlor as present during the holiday season. Neither of us had ever been to get a massage but we figured with the stress of work and everything else it would be relaxing. We called and scheduled appointments for the upcoming weekend around 3 pm when we would both be off of work. I had always been curious when it came to massages; I read many stories people had written about receiving happy endings during a massage.
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