I’ve arranged to meet a friend outside the local ice rink, but when I arrive, she isn’t there. It’s started to rain, so thinking she might have gone inside to shelter, I open the door and step inside. The sudden blast of icy air chills my bare legs, unexpected after the warmer air outside. The building seems to be empty, so I turn to leave, not wanting my friend to arrive outside and leave, assuming I’m not there.
Suddenly, I hear a burst of laughter, and thinking my
I’d just moved into my new apartment after having suffered through a fairly messy divorce. With little to my name, sparse furnishings not to mention a sex-life that had taken a severe nose-dive, the future looked bleak. And though I didn’t look bad at just over fifty, working out and trying to regain my “boyish” figure, as I laughed inwardly at the thought, the prospects of meeting anyone anytime soon weren’t all that promising.
Standing in front of the mailboxes,
We walked into the party and realized neither of us knew anyone. Both Lisa and I had decided we needed to get out more so when a friend of mine told me about this party we both thought it would be a way for us to meet new people.
It was in a ritzy section of town and we told the guy at the door that Phillip had told us to meet him here.
I think we could have used any name in the book and he would not have known. There we all kinds of people at the party. All races and all colors, old and young.
It wasn’t in the plan.
Donna and I had never actually thought about a real-life threesome using our strap-on. We talked about it lots, especially when we were in the middle of a fuck. It turned us both on. Our dirty talk focused on Donna’s friend Heather, who was safely a continent away and whose previous play with us hadn’t involved the strap-on.
That came later, after Donna told me she wanted to fuck ME with one of HER dildos.
The strap-on had become a regular (although not
“And what about you, Ma’am, how do you like to be fucked?”
It’s not a question you can ask every day, but….
They call it an expo, but really it’s a junket – an unhealthy gathering of strong personalities swapping business cards, trading success stories and basically trying to out-pitch each other.
If you were one with a wandering eye and a moral compass with a tendency to wander from true north, such events are the perfect opportunity to get up to
Now that Vicki had been introduced to a number of sexual varieties and had passed with flying colors, Tyko and I thought that we should have a graduation party for her so that she could put her new found knowledge to practical use. After obtaining Helen & John’s permission, we called Larry & Ellie who have a beautiful, secluded home on Long Island and asked them if they would like to join the party and have it at their place the following Saturday night.
When we told them about Vicki
Ingrid was a Swedish Au pair my Uncle and Aunt hired to look after my two young cousins for 12 months. She was very much a product of her country, blonde, blue eyed, leggy, pale skinned and with tits strained to explode from under the ultra-tight tops she liked to wear.
She was no blushing virgin that was for sure, I might have only been an 18 year old boy but I knew a slut when I saw one and Ingrid and had SLUT written all over her
Just to bring you up to date, I am Jessie Bustamonte. A few weeks ago I was caught plagiarizing by my Professor. In exchange for his ‘overlooking’ my crime, I have been his sexual toy for the last month. My first experiences with the Professor have all been on Saturdays. The first Saturday I was tied up in his back yard with a cone fitted around my neck and all the male guests who were there ejaculated into that cone.
At the end of the afternoon, I was given to two of the men and
Lydia was my girlfriend for a couple of years. Our friend, Bridgette, had expressed interest in having a threesome on numerous occasions. I was definitely into that idea. I wasn’t sure if Lydia was though. On this particular occasion (which turned out to be entirely Lydia’s design) we were drinking wine and listening to Primus.
Bridgette started getting pretty buzzed. She decided to show us how she could belly dance. In reality, I was alittle uncomfortable because I still thought
Billy was skipping across campus, well not really skipping, guys don’t usually skip but he was walking so fast he gave the impression of skipping. As far as Billy was concerned he wouldn’t have called it skipping, he would considered it walking on air. It would have to be very warm air as his school is in the deep south and the cold just doesn’t seem to have the energy to go that far south. Billy is a sophmore, the name of the school is not important to our story.
Billy continued on his walk to
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