I wanted to be raped. Not really raped. Just pretend, fun raped. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I can’t remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or…not really my fantasy because only someone special could have made that happen.
To pretend to rape me and make it seem real and then cuddle and laugh with me later? That person does not exist, I am pretty
So much preparation, planning, work on the venue and time spent on the costume. Elise and her best friend Thuy loved themed parties and would host one every chance they got. Last year’s combined birthday bash was a gothic theme. The guests that came put in the effort and Elise and Thuy quickly realized that if a person was willing to dress up, they were willing to have fun. A “Hippy Barbeque” followed that summer, but it was time once again for the girls to celebrate their
Thinking back on that first time with Julie was enough to nearly push me over the edge all by itself. As I eased up and stopped at the next traffic light, I slid my hand between my legs and began to slip two fingers inside my leaking pussy. This time, I was so hot that I almost wished someone would
This is a continuation of my story “Owen becomes a Man”, and it would be as well for the reader to go to that story first, although this one will stand on its own.
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Last week there was an opportunity for the parents of future students to go to Owen’s college to put our minds at rest over their accommodation.
When we arrived we were greeted by the college Bursar who was in charge of allocating this accommodation, and we found that (unless anyone wished to change the
I woke up and looked at the clock, it was 8. Today was my 40 birthday. I was divorced, lived on my own and had an 18-year-old son who was at college 200 miles away. I heard the post come through the letterbox so I got out of bed and went downstairs to see if they were cards for me. There where two, one from my son Greg and the other was from my best friend Susan.
Susan and I had known each other for years and she had been a big help to me when I was going through my divorce. I made myself a cup
Note: I don’t consider myself to be gay and have never experienced any sexual contact with another man, although there is an appeal that seems to draw me. I admit that I have watched men masturbate via video chat and have done so myself once or twice, I found this exciting and exhilarating. Perhaps it’s the thought of
I have known Kristen for approximately four and half years and Diane for a year. The three of us work in a local office of Verizon communications. I am their immediate supervisor and responsible for their training when they first arrived there. They both started working at Verizon straight out of High School. Kristen is a brunette and twenty-one. Diane is blonde and the youngest at nineteen.
I am 39 years old and quite their senior. We have gotten to know each other well and my being young at
They had been married for several years and their sex life had been wonderful, although less frequent since the children had arrived. Candace loved to fuck, there was no question about that, she enjoyed every kind of sex her husband and she had shared, but it had become insufficient because of the infrequency.
Donald worked a lot to support them and she found herself having to masturbate to make up for her lost lover, she needed to cum at least 5 times a day and she felt insatiable.
One day, as
Rather than be happy about her promotion as she’d expected, Andres seemed frustrated and offered only a casual grin and weak hug at the announcement. She didn’t look into it at first, she was still overwhelmed with the news herself but by the end of the evening she could see why so many women that made it to partner had been single. Men don’t take well to the competition. Threatens their fragile male ego, she supposed.
And so it went when they were in bed together. He reached
George sat looking at Mary unhappy with what he was seeing. The twenty year old had shown up with plans to go out clubbing with his daughter Connie, whom was still in the bathroom applying her makeup. All of this was normal. The trouble was, every week Mary’s clothes were a little more trashy. This week she had knee high fuck-me boots, miniskirt, and bustier, all in black leather. The outfit was garnished with fishnet stockings.
It matched her long shiny black hair, striking blue eyes,
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