My sister Janet didn’t believe me and laughingly said so!
I thought it strange she could be so cheerful considering the circumstances; we were at a funeral after all. But no, she didn’t believe I could return to the same Greek Island for the same two weeks, (the last week of April and first of May) staying at the same hotel in the same room for 14 consecutive years and that this year would be my fifteenth trip.
She was sure that there was a woman out there who was the reason for
As curious as I had been about being fucked, I now became more so about fucking another man. Sam had taken my virginity beautifully, but insisted that he was totally a top and would not let me fuck him. That was fine, that was ok, it was his choice, his way, but it did not stop me wanting to find out just what it was like to fuck a guy.
Of course I had come near, just as I had nearly had other guys have my arse, but I had not yet gone all the way. At the gay saunas where I indulged my bisexual
I love to flirt. I love the attention of men. When we were young, my husband hated when I drew the attention of other males. Secure in our relationship after all these years, he has actually come to enjoy it. We have our steamiest sex when the topic of an added male is introduced. For the most part my flirting has been just harmless fun.
I always go home with my husband. Over the years, there have been a few guys who have copped the occasional feel, some who have, down right, made me
I watched my fingers creep slowly down the slope of my belly, edge into the wispy brown forest covering my mound and disappear into my wet and waiting hole. Then I snuggled deep into my warm bed, turning slightly into my pillow and reached out to Jane Carter.
In the past few weeks my fantasy had become increasingly familiar. I would meet Jane accidentally at a grocery store, Jane would ask me to dinner and there would begin the exquisitely slow revelation that we loved each other. The fantasy
Still spent, Scott was gazing in amazement at the scene in front of him.
John was laying on the bed and mom was locked in his embrace.
After being thoroughly fucked, the unconscious Carol was resting in the arms of the big stud, who loved cradling in his massive arms the mature, hot milf. Her small size fitted perfectly in his large frame, like a little baby fondled by an adult.
John’s lips were gently kissing the beautiful face of his naked asleep lover, while his huge hands caressed the
I can barely contain my excitement. Tonight’s the night I’ve been waiting for. Our tenth anniversary and the promise that Greta made to me on our wedding night.
I should probably give you a little back story to explain the whole situation. See, I was Greta’s first, the night we got engaged. I asked and presented her the ring. She said yes and put it on.
It fit perfectly. I took her home and we went inside, where she gave me her virginity. Honestly, it wasn’t my best
“I can’t believe you’re leaving man” I said to Leo as we walked to his house “if you leave I’m going to be left here with Jordan!”
“Jo is your best friend, your better friends with him than you are with me.” Leo replied.
“Well yeah” I admitted “but he doesn’t cook, and I’ve had more free meals at your house than a homeless shelter, and I know I work at a homeless shelter.”
“Daren if this is your
I’ve been married to you for about two years.
You are my dream man.
I came to you a virgin, you showed me the ways of love.
Sadly though our life together has been reduced to quick snatches of time spent together at dinner and in bed. Sometimes we’re both too tired to make love. I hate that. I want to be close to you, closer than your skin.
Do you love me the way I love you? Do you feel the pain I feel at our separation? I don’t think you care.
You have a good job that gives us lots of money
I was trying to be careful as I carried the brimming pitcher of dark brown beer to the table in the corner. Jack had managed to arrive with only three-quarters of one after his trip to the bar. I was limiting my intake, and so was a bit steadier, but I was also trying to stay out from in front of the projector. The pitcher finally sat safely on the table. Helen carelessly sloshed the nutty brew into her pilsner and took a long draught.
“So, guys, what’s going down this weekend? You
The next morning after our encounter with my Mum, I rang her from the office. “Oh hallo Diana dear.” She said when she heard my voice.
“Hi Mum.” I said, “I’m ringing from the office.” I let that information sink in so that she would know that I’d have to be careful what I said to her. “I’m ringing to see how you are this morning.”
“I’m fine dear.” She said, “In fact I’m more than fine I’m
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