This was the third time my stupid car had broken down in a fortnight. Maybe it was my fault for going for retro charm over reliability. I have a real soft spot for mini coopers though, having lost my anal cherry in the back of one and so when the time came to buy my own car I instantly went with the one that appealed most when it would have made much more sense to get something that wasn’t going to end up in the garage every week.
Right now the car was still running although the
“Do you trust me?” I asked looking up at Mike, my lover, from between his legs. My hand stilled on his cock as I waited for an answer.
He laughed nervously, “Why?”
“Just answer! Do you?”
“Of course.”
I smiled up at him and resumed my slow stroke up and down his shaft.
“Mmm,” he half moaned and half sighed as he leaned back against the pillows on the bed. “I love when you tease me.”
“I know,” I said. With the
MWF seeks a day time lover to soothe my darkest desires. I am a happily married housewife, with two great kids, living in a small community just southwest of Austin, Texas. Hubby meets all my needs and desires, butt one.
Every since my teens years, I have absolutely loved anal sex. Most of my boyfriends throughout high school and college were both surprised and pleased with my rear door preferences.
And though I tried to keep my dark desires to myself, word did seem to leak out.
My senior year
The town, like most near the center of the world, was on the Bosphorus. It lay near a full days ride north of Istanbul. I’d come with a small troop of no more than ten, as I did whenever I left the city walls.
I’d just been appointed special assistant to the grand vizier of the Sultan, and had only been back in the safe structure of the Empire for less than half a year when my first appointment called me to the town of Rumeli.
Leaving the confounds of the palace seemed wonderful
Hi! My name’s Ellie. I used to live pretty wild and stupid, but then I had a baby and I decided to try and be smarter. Inside, though, I’m still as impulsive and hungry as ever. Sometimes to help myself work through my drive without acting out, I sit down to write about it.
Today I wanna tell you about Stephen.
So you get the picture, I’m eighteen with long dark hair and brown eyes that shift between chestnut and mahogany depending on the light. I’m in good shape, but
He met her at a regional training conference being held at a well known, North Florida resort. A number of attendees had taken the resort van to a restaurant a few miles away from the main conference center.
He was sitting at the small restaurant bar having a drink; she came up and took the seat next to him and started a conversation. From his perspective, she was not the type of woman he would pursue or attempt to seduce.
She was big boned and as tall as he was. Her figure, while not fat or
Leonora moved in next door to us in the summer of 1972. I was 20 at the time and our new neighbour was a ripe, finely mature forty-five years young. I was in lust from the moment I first saw her and that first sighting actually took my breath away. It wasn’t until my brain registered the tightness in my chest that I made a conscious effort to breathe;
such was the intensity of the moment. Leonora, to me, was stunning and although I didn’t know it at the time, she was going to
Jasmine and I have been seeing each other for about three years now. Although I was totally in love with her, I have to admit I was getting a little bored with our sex life, and I found my eyes were straying a little more than they should. I most definitely did not want to cheat on her, though, so I figured it was time to try and make her into a three-input lady.
Jasmine had the cutest little ass I’d ever seen. She had been a gymnast until she was 17, and retained all the youthful
It was a hot day and as soon as I could finish work I headed home with the intention of having some cold drinks and lazing round the pool. I’m in my early 40s (OK, 44) and live alone with my 18 year old daughter, Suzie. My divorce was settled recently and I’ve got no plans other than seeing Suzie through university and living a comfortable uncomplicated life.
I had just changed into swimming briefs and was pouring a scotch over a tumbler of ice when the doorbell rang.
It was Jamie, one of
Megan and I had gone to Chicago to visit her friend Amanda. We stopped on our way back from a family reunion in Cape Cod, when I’d sort of freaked out and given up on our relationship. We’d fought a lot during that week, but were still together and going through with our plans to visit her friend. One of the nights we went out to a bar with Amanda and her roommate Jen.
Both of these women were really cool, but Megan had always been put off by Jen because every time we visited, Jen