As I recall this event in my life even now, I am getting damp between my legs. This is a true story of how I became so enthralled with anal play that now I won’t end a night of sex, either by myself or with another, without some serious anal action.
Before I begin, please let me describe myself. My name is Amy. I am a single mom of two kids, a son and a daughter, both of whom are teens.
I am 5’8″, very tan, with long dark brown hair, and almond shaped dark brown eyes. I weigh
The heel of my boot clacked against the porcelain tiles of the outdoor bar as I stepped off of the small stage. I had just butchered a karaoke version of Friends in Low Places and was on my way back to my beer. My friends jeered as they signed up for their turn to do the same to some other unsuspecting classic of a tune. We were lit and having a blast. It was the kind of fun that attracted attention and made others want to join in.
One of the others that looked to get in on the good time was a
Fridays at my office weren’t always easy, but this one was. We had just settled one of our biggest cases, a suit brought by a man who lost an arm as a result of another driver who had been undeniably drunk and run a stoplight.
The insurance company refused to pay any more than the policy limit, which was simply unfathomable. Our client was a stone mason, and a well-respected one.
He wasn’t rich, but his wonderful walls were all over our county and were each admirable. He’d not be able to work
So, here’s a story you perhaps don’t hear every day. It’s a true story, but it has a couple of layers, so allow me to explain some of the moving parts. I’ll try not to ramble too much so we can get to the juicy stuff. My name is Max and this happened to me. Sometimes I still can’t believe how it all played out. I work at a small business in the hospitality industry.
I’m 40 years old and do IT work for the company, but I have a lot of free time on my hands. My
My hand is firm on the back of your neck. The chilly fall rain licks against the panes, as your hard nipples press into the glass of the elevator wall.
Your head turns to the side and your ear picks up the sounds of the party below. Your breath fogs the glass as you pant.
You try to turn to look back, but I press you forward. This is my show, and the puppet dances only when her string is pulled.
“Ass out.”
You widen our stance, thrusting your hips backward. Your hands reach behind
My name is Corrina. I’ve got long, dark hair, a nice athletic body and I kind of get the impression that I’m fairly gorgeous. I hate saying that, but the fact is that I get told how hot I am by guys all the time.
This story is about something that happened to me a couple of years ago when I was living with a few friends in a house we were renting.
It was Saturday and I’d slept in a bit, but was still up early enough to go for a quick jog and be home before anyone else got up.
After four weeks of this, Derrick Price was about to go mad, or at least that was how he was feeling. Sitting in the front row of his English 212 literature class was Lilith Anne Duvoy and her deliciously short skirt. Every day she took that same seat at the far corner of the room, next to the open window. Most of the time she didn’t even seem to be paying attention, and when she was it was doubtful that her thoughts were at the required reading on hand.
Like clockwork, every afternoon at
When I was 25, I hit a pretty rough patch in my life. In one week, I lost my job, and the girlfriend who I was in love with broke up with me. I wasn’t making any progress on my novel, and I didn’t know how I was going to make the rent. I felt like my world had fallen apart around me.
My older sister and her husband lived in an old farmhouse in Ohio. There was plenty of space, they said, they were only using two of the five bedrooms;
and I was welcome to stay as long as I wanted and work on my
Cleo and I were both nurses in our late twenties employed at the local hospital. We had been seeing each other for almost a year when we worked the same shift we always took our evening meal together once the patients had settled down and our wards were quite.
On an unusually balmy night in September we had arranged to meet on the flat roof of a disused hospital block to enjoy the warm night air, snatch a meal and a little quality time alone.
I was kissing and fondling Cleo beautiful breasts
I heard my phone receive a text message. I looked and saw the familiar words “Cum Play?” It was him and I knew what this meant.
For the past four years I have been fucking this guy I met in a Yoga class. The meeting went something like this … During my Saturday Yoga class one day I glimpsed a new male (rare for any Yoga class), dark, Eastern European with curly black hair and deep blue eyes. While his look was instantly jaw-dropping it was his moves that most intrigued me.
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