‘They’ say (and just who is the mysterious and omnipotent ‘they’, anyway!?!?) that the most effective pick-up line is one simple word.
Hi.
‘Hello’ sometimes works in a pinch, so ‘they’ say, but why waste three extra letters and another syllable? Hey, after all, you need to conserve energy for the inevitable carnal activities when such an alacrity in verbosity can be ultimately successful in producing the desired effect. Ya know, at least according
What can I say? I love anal! I really do! I don’t even know how I grew to love it. It just happened. I remember seeing it for the first time in a video and thinking it was interesting. Before I knew it though, it was in every other video I watched.
I mean, I love regular fucking as well, but there’s an animal quality to anal that pussy fucking can’t seem to reach. Think of a woman’s vagina and you’re thinking of something sacred.
But a woman’s backdoor
You’d think we were a couple of seasoned, jaded perverts by how depraved we’ve become. But I’m only 26 and my wife is two years younger. We married three years ago and almost from the start we started dreaming up and living wilder and wilder scenes, with each other, and then with partners, another girl, two of them, a couple, a guy, two guys. We were bi from the start and loved that about each other; it meant there were so many ways we could mix it up with other sexy partners.
I lay bent over the couch, my naked bottom pointing skyward. Looking to my left I could see my best friend Josephine kneeling on the sticky carpeted floor, hair a mess, mascara running, opening her mouth to receive the third cock that evening. As I felt strong hands take hold of my hips and a hot, hard shaft begin to press between the cleavage of my arse cheeks I closed my eyes and with my heartbeat racing felt my mind flash back to how I’d got here…
Four weeks earlier and I was
I couldn’t decide whether it was love or lust at first sight. It couldn’t have been love because we were in high school, so it had to be lust because it was lust central at Murrell Dobbins high school. I sat in the middle of Math class with a bricked up dick in my pants—and it was all her damn fault. Who was her, y’all would ask? She was Candace ‘Big Booty’ Jefferson. Candace was one of the baddest chicks in school and the captain of the cheerleading squad.
Oh,
Bob has always liked a little backdoor action. Only, a lot of women don’t like it like that. Unfortunately, my co-worker, his wife turned out to be one of those that didn’t. In every other way Cathy is a great piece of ass; but when it comes to ‘ass,’ well they tried it always at his suggestion a couple of times, and it just didn’t turn her on.
For a long time Bob just ignored his urgings for butt booty, and Cathy kept him quite content with other exotic sex. Yet
Have you seen her? You probably know, or perhaps can remember, a girl like her. She’s the cute girl who sits in the back of the classroom and never says anything to anyone. She quietly takes her notes and leaves when class is over. Sometimes those kind of girls have secrets. Wonderful, naughty secrets.
She’s quite the riddle. She’s pretty, but not stunningly beautiful. The sort of young woman that men notice, but don’t trip over themselves to talk to. She puts on glasses
There was this blond woman who worked in my office, Jennifer. She was small—-five-two-—but with proportionately curvy C-cup tits, a solid little ass, and shapely legs that could run a seven-minute-mile. She was five years younger than me—-just 25—-and while she didn’t work directly for me, she was under me—-apparently in more ways than one.
I’d often admired her from afar. She was very blond so I’d imagine burying my face in her fair-haired cunt, lapping at her wet pussy.
I had known Julie as a friend for the last 4 years. Julie was a 29 year old, natural beauty. She was about 5’8″, with silky brown hair, blue eyes, slender body, which showcased her perky medium-sized tits and tight little butt.
One evening at a party we somehow got into a conversation about sexual fantasies. Julie was normally a bit reserved talking about sex since she always behaved as a “good girl.” But this night she was already sipping down her third Long Island ice
I hadn’t seen Mick in over ten years. But those blond curls, the muscular shoulders, even from the back I knew it was him.
“Hey stranger…” I said.
He turned to face me. Time stopped, just for an instant, and then he smiled.
“Hey back.” I had forgotten about that grin. Sexy, cheeky, it could get him out of absolutely anything. “It’s been a long time. What are you up to these days, missy?”
“I moved. You will never guess where to