It had been the worst possible day for Luke. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. As he drove home all he could think about was cracking a cold beer and watching television. He pulled up in front of the house and noticed all the blinds and curtains closed. He wondered if Lara must have been taking a short nap in the living room, something she often did when they’d stayed up too late the night before.
As he parked the car he thought about Lara, her nearly black hair flowing onto
This story is 100% true.
I’ve known I was bi for a long time but had never had the chance to act on it. I look at gay porn all the time when alone, I masturbate to it, and recently started…toying…for the first time based on the suggestion of an article I had read. I’m glad I did because there’s no feeling quite like having something up your ass while jerking yourself off. It’s euphoric.
Recently I had started perusing Craigs List for people who might be
She sat with a glass of red wine listening to slow instrumental songs. She was remembering the past with her ex-girlfriend, Pria, the girl she had arranged to see today. They had quite a fiery relationship, and even though they seemed to hate each other now, they still had a passion between them. Danielle dropped her head into her hands as she sighed deeply, trying to think of how she would handle this conversation.
She knew Pria was up to something by the way she sounded on the phone. She knew
My wife is 52 years old and slim. She has a nice figure for her age and still loves sex. She does most things I want – oral sex on demand and she takes it in the mouth and swallows. However one thing I have not been able to do is to have sex with another guy while I watch. I know she would love to be fucked by a young, fit guy but she has some moral hang-ups to do with marriage I guess.
Several weeks ago we took a holiday to a resort in the South West of England and as usual spent a lot of time
As I recall this event in my life even now, I am getting damp between my legs. This is a true story of how I became so enthralled with anal play that now I won’t end a night of sex, either by myself or with another, without some serious anal action.
Before I begin, please let me describe myself. My name is Amy. I am a single mom of two kids, a son and a daughter, both of whom are teens.
I am 5’8″, very tan, with long dark brown hair, and almond shaped dark brown eyes. I weigh
I knew it was going to be a challenge to pull my weight when I went into the partnership with Steve and Chuck. They graduated in the top of our law school class; I was somewhere in the bottom half, I think. More relevant to their professional trajectories, they were the stereotypical alpha males: tall, strong, good looking and self-confident to the point of having inflated impressions of their abilities—and their abilities were considerable. These were the crucial ingredients for success in the
I had begged and begged Margarite for the anniversary present I wanted most, and finally she agreed. She’d know I had a fetish for watching women puke, but she had never agreed to do it herself. But finally after weeks of begging, she decided it might be interesting to see what it was like.
She had watched some of my videos- all
I sensed her controlling presence as soon as I entered the room. It was like a force field around her, something that I could instinctively feel but from which nothing could be seen. First I tried to ignore it, thinking it came from my overactive imagination. Eventually, it started to overwhelm me. It intoxicated me like too many drinks at a party, making me do things I otherwise would never have dreamed of doing.
“Hello Duane,” It started with the first two words out of her mouth
It was summertime and the campus was dead. I was in the English graduate program at the University of ______________, and nearly everyone had gone to wherever they go. I was trying to finish my degree as fast as possible because I was 29 years old and I wanted to get on with my life. Don’t get me wrong, I liked being a student, but I didn’t want to be one forever. So, during summer school I was hanging out with three other students—practically the only people left, at least for a
“For the last time; I don’t KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!”
“Oh I think you do. I just don’t understand who or what you’re protecting.”
“Fucking cucaracha, do you have any ears?!”
“And again, with the feistiness…Just tell us what we want to know.”
The room was poorly lit for effect, but the redhead didn’t know that. She was blindfolded and cuffed to a cold steel chair.
She could smell the dingy stench
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