It was supposed to be her night.
It was her birthday on Friday, and it was a long hard week at work for Rose. All she asked for was a nice dinner, some dancing, and then to be brought home and tended to. She even made arrangement for the kids to go to her sisters, so he could take the entire weekend to please her.
Well, like Meatloaf once sang, “don’t be sad, two out of three ain’t bad!”
John called in some favors to get a reservation at The Prime, which is one of the
This is my first story. I have plenty more experiences to relate if you want more!!
I can’t really remember quite how I got interested in women’s panties, but for as long as I can remember, I have always taken the opportunity to have a sly look through various dirty laundry baskets and hope amongst hope that somewhere inside would be my treasure trove – a sexy, slinky pair of panties with the unmistakeable aroma and tell tale signs that they had been worn pretty recently.
When
It had been almost eight years since we had said our goodbyes. The time that we were together was like nothing else. It was love and lust, it was life, it was strength and tears and passion and hate and depth and loss and rebirth. It was something that mere words could never justifiably describe. Yet in the end, we knew it was over and that it was time that we moved on with our lives. We must. And though my ache for her would stay with me forever, we did part ways.
She inevitably found a life
If you’re lucky, every once in awhile you fall for someone. Sometimes its love, sometimes its lust but its usually some sort of mixture. I was more than lucky when I first met a woman named Dianne B.
Dianne was working at the company I’d just joined. She was assigned to mentor me and we got along well. I was pleased to have made a new friend, one I continued to have lunch with every week.
Even better, she was beautiful. Not some classic supermodel beauty but she pushed every button
The next morning after the card party, Cheryl and I were laying in bed and she started to get frisky. Cheryl started rubbing my hardening cock through my panties and telling me how much she loved watching the cock sucking action last night.
I told her that she sure seemed to be getting off on the guy-guy thing and I reminded her that I love pussy.
“That might be true” she said “but there is no denying that you enjoyed Bob’s cock a week ago and you sure seemed to love cum
I’d been to this Starbucks many times before. It was my home Starbucks. Sure, I’d seen lots of cute girls there. I do live near Hollywood, so attractive girls are by no means rare. I never approached them though. I wouldn’t quite know how. Do you just go up to one and “meow” to let her know the effect her femininity is having? Doesn’t she probably already know? I’m not sure if those questions are rhetorical or just pointless, but I know I’d never
Whether it’s her finger in my ass while she gives me one of her fantastically intense blowjobs, or her strap-on shoved inside of me as she makes me her bitch, I just love it when she gets to work on my ass. She doesn’t do it often, but when she does, she goes all out. I just can’t get enough of it; I love every aspect of the act.
The role reversal, where she takes control and I’m the one that spreads my legs and she fills me up instead, is a wonderful treat. The feeling
I’ve known Sarah for nearly 20 years. We “met” online back when the Internet was in its infancy. A time when you had to pay 29 cents to send an e-mail. We were both married then, and had a mutual interest in a certain female singer, which helped our friendship blossom. This was back in the days of cassettes and other memorabilia being swapped and I’m sure that she enjoyed getting little packages from across the country like I did.
As the Internet advanced, so did we. We
Another typical day of golf.
I hit some good shots, some bad shots. Didn’t score as well as I wanted to, but am not totally unhappy with my game.
It’s a hot day and I’ve been drinking water all day on the course. So much so, I swear I had to stop behind a tree on 4 of the last 5 holes.
After the round is over, me and the guys head into the clubhouse for a quick lunch and a few beers. I eat quickly, because all I can think about is the fucking hot and nasty text messages
I squinted into bush and idly my hand rubbed my neck, feeling the dampness there. Gosh hard to believe winter is scarcely over here in the bush. It sure was a hot day, I thought as I looked up at a blue sky with a few wispy white clouds in it. Still hot as it was I had been glad to be in the field rather than the classroom today~! I watched the students as they walked through the bush. They had come a long way. One of the few female rangers had learned the hard way that the bush is tough stuff.