One summer in college, I shared an apartment with two brunettes and a redhead. {I thought about writing the story with a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, but it would have lost some authenticity.} Truly, one of the brunettes was my girlfriend. Jill was tall, with long curly hair, and amazing breasts. The other two were her best friends from class.
Missy, a curvaceous party girl, had long curly red hair, with blue eyes and freckles to match. And Liz was a petite athlete with smaller tits, but
I hated heading out of town on business trips. Sure, I loved to travel, but going on these trips never afforded me the time to see the cities I was
My wife and I were looking to expand our sexual horizons. Primarily I was the driver; she seemed fairly satisfied with our relationship and didn’t feel the need to do more or anything “crazier.” We were fairly adventurous together—including things like sex in public places—and after one crazy night, we added a strap-on dildo (which she used to great effect on me occasionally) to our “toybox.”
I loved her and couldn’t get enough of her sexually; she’s
I work as a file clerk in the city records department. My name is Janie and I’m twenty four years old. I am not an outgoing person and until a couple of years ago I spent most of
Cold rain whipped at the platform, umbrellas held low almost like shields to protect the passengers who waited in the shifting lines to board the train cars. Elizabeth Reynolds, sandwiched between two large men tried to maintain some semblance of propriety but the surging crowd made it impossible not to crush her body up against the man in front of her while the man to her rear fought a valiant, but ultimately unsuccessful battle to keep from pressing his midsection into her curvaceous
You first met him in your psych 201 class even though he was a senior and you were only a sophomore. He sat next to you the very first day and immediately started flirting. You liked it and you liked him.
He was just your type. Strong, tall, athletic. A surfer build and tan skin. Cropped blonde hair and blue eyes. Smitten, you couldn’t get enough. For him it seemed like a game, every day he’d flirt and tease you, and every day he’d leave without your phone number or without
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Mark asked, trying not to lose his temper or yell too loud.
“No. I want to meet her.”
Mark stared at Codi, incredulous. His mistress was out of her mind. What woman in her right mind would want to meet the wife of the man she’d been fucking for the last eighteen months?
He looked at the nearly-naked young woman who was reclining on the bed. She was still the most adorable, scrumptious, fuckable little thing he’d seen in –
They were talking about identity, about who we think we are and who we want to be, and whether someone can love you for some trait you don’t feel you have, whether it’s love if your lover sees you not as you see yourself, but as something else. Can you be loved for some quality you don’t think you have? They were talking about identity.
They’re still talking of these things as they walk through the basement of the Hotel Pavane and past the costume shop, where Marija
Another lifetime ago, I was blessed to be in a relationship with an enlightened sexual vixen that helped break me out of the confines of my structured traditional upbringing to explore new terrain in my sexuality. That, and she loved to suck my cock. Really, her oral fixation was what singularly unbound me from a number of sexual fears and associations I had, and helped me find new arenas of pleasure.
I should start at the beginning. When I first met Laura I was immediately drawn to her by her
Every time I tried to bring up a Valentines Day date with Chris, somehow we ended up not discussing it. It wasn’t that he changed the subject, not at all, but somehow I would look back ten minutes later and realize that we didn’t talk about it. It was very sneaky of him, perhaps. Or maybe he just happened to be pretty scatterbrained lately.
But as it was, the weekend before Valentines approached and we still hadn’t cemented plans. It was getting too late to reserve seats at a
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