Karen smoothed the sexy black nightie over her hips. She had been so embarrassed when she bought the nightie at a sex shop downtown. The nightie was sheer black silk with lace over her small, pretty breasts going down into a deep “V” past her belly button. The lace teased her sensitive nipples making them jut out. The hem of the flouncy skirt just barely covered her irresistible rounded ass. She wanted to pull the hem down but it bounced right back up.
Looking at the clock, she knew
They had an incredible relationship. Tricia had only known this man a short time, but there wasn’t a thing she would deny him. He awakened so many feelings long ago forgotten.
Tricia was far from insecure, success had found it’s way into her life more than once. Blessed long ago with intelligence and charm, now only her beauty surpassed her charismatic personality. She set about carving out a career for herself once in the ranks of the gainfully employed.
Respected and revered by
Bethany hated Valentines day with a passion. As a child, plain and unpopular, she had resented this awful holiday which seemed to involve immature boys chasing girls with chocolates, cards and posies… every girl but her, anyway. She had grown up, and in college the guys had begun to notice her occasionally, but even then she hated Valentine’s day – she saw it as a pathetic excuse for losers to try to use corny one-liners on the assumption that “the season” would
Tommy still wasn’t sure whether he was awake or dreaming. All he knew was that he was naked, and the thick tentacles were gently lowering him down towards the soft bank of waving cilia that formed the centre of the anemone. The multi-coloured, pale-tipped cilia seemed to have a faint aura glowing about them, which was soothing to Tommy’s eyes.
He gasped as he felt the first of the thousands of tiny undulating fingers brush across his buttocks. Then he finally was properly sat down
It was almost 4:00 when I finally got away from the office and headed home. This in itself wasn’t remarkable except I had planned on leaving early in the afternoon. I had wanted to get home early and surprise my wife. Oh well, the best laid plans…
I picked up my cell phone to call Stacey and let her know I would be home in about 30 minutes or so. She answered the phone on the first ring. “Hi, Honey, what’s up?” I asked cheerfully.
“Not much,” was her
Was that the door bell? I asked myself as I continued to wash my hair in the shower. There it was again, it was indeed. It must be after 10.30 I thought as I climbed out of the shower and grabbed the large towel hanging on the rail.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, the door bell rang insistently.
Just my luck I thought, with Mary away fro the weekend there was no-one here to get the door for me.
Who could it be at this time I thought? I hope it is not Mary coming back – I had been looking
I knew this was going to be challenging, though Ali had decided she really wanted to try and experience some new sensations. I looked at the vision before me and sighed, I was such a lucky man. I could not get enough of such a sexy woman, and we had talked jokingly about this for so long. Ali was knelt down on the bed in front of me, perfect firm naked ass stuck high in the air.
Her hold-up stockings served only to highlight the flesh I was about to play with, and her firm, full breasts were
I decided one night that I would get a calendar made of me in different sexy pieces of lingerie for my baby for his birthday. I heard there was a studio near Reading that had a talented photographer who not only could do this type of work with sophisticated style; I also heard he was hot! Thus, I decided one day when I was off of work to give it a shot.
It was late afternoon when I pranced into his studio dressed in a short brown knit, tightly fitted dress with high spiked brown boots, carrying
She had shoulder length blond-brown hair that the sun had bleached to almost platinum on the top. Her body was slender with curves that were sweeping rather than dramatic and she had just a slight swell of a belly that added to the allure in the same way that a slightly asymmetrical rose seems more real than one that is perfect. Her eyes were the blue-green of deep water and she had a small impish nose that turned up slightly near the tip like one of those Turkish slippers you see harem girls
As I closed my eyes, my hand gripped the pole and I swayed to the beat. It was Metallica, Nothing Else Matters. Slow, heavy, wonderful music. I moaned slightly and lifted my left leg off the floor in my high heels. My heaving chest pulsed as the wetness came to my pussy.
Dancing, I felt more alive than at any moment on earth. The eyes upon my body made me totally absorbed in my own sexual high.
The money being pushed inside my thong panties only served to heighten my erotic mood. I squatted and
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