This story’s a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It’s not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do.
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At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn’t going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bisexual men are often despised by both gay and straight guys, and even by some women.
However in the beginning the main
Mike decided to go to an auction on the outskirts of a quaint New Hampshire town. Since he had finally left his second wife, Liz, he had one idea in his head. He wanted to make his submissive and lover, Sara, his full time. There was only one problem with this idea. Sara was married.
They had met online in a BDSM chat room. Mike, an experienced, older, Dominate, was drawn to the shy and inexperienced Sara. They were pulled together and soon were talking on the phone and finally real time
I had just moved into the apartment by myself, a long story but this was for the first time for a long time. To start with the freedom seemed great and I enjoyed not having any body under my feet or messing up my living space. After a few months my feeling on this started to change. I began to realise how good it was to have someone around to talk with, gossip and generally weigh up the days news, on the other hand I really didn’t want to get back into some heavy relationship.
I was
This is a true story. It is the story of a young man who was sheltered, unsophisticated about the world and not sure of himself. He came to Memphis from the countryside of Arkansas with no real experiences. It is about me. Growing up, I knew no real want. My parents were gainfully employed and made good money. I was the middle of five kids and did not get much attention. So, I was always trying to figure out my true identity. I had gone to a small local college and remained fairly sheltered. No
Things were going well between them, but Kate still felt something was missing. She partly knew what it was; a desire to ensure they kept things even more interesting by continuing to think of ways to make it continuously exciting for her. The answers flitted through her mind and she resolved to act on some of them, for the sake of their relationship!
They met in town and although she smiled and was polite, he could tell she was a little distant. They drove back to her house and once inside, he
The rivals were Becky Johnson and Stacy Willis. No one would have ever imagined the two girls used to be friends. It was long ago back back in middle school when they swore they’d be best friends for life. Becky’s parents were more than satisfied with her choice of friends.
Stacy’s would have rather she hung out with someone else. Someone closer to her own socio-economic status. Stacy wasn’t slumming, girls that age didn’t see money or status that way. However,
I woke late, which is not my usual, but I was feeling a bit rough. I swallowed 3 ibuprofen and sat in a hot, hot shower for a bit, allowing the scalding water to pound on my aching head. This always makes me feel better. Also, not having to work today helped my mood. I had arranged several days off in the row to spend time with Mom.
Mom. She flashed into my fuzzy head and my body began to respond in its usual manner. That full, heavy feeling in my cock began at once. I sat there idly diddling
You’re sitting in a chair next to the bed, wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else. Even with my eyes closed I can feel you watching us, as we touch kiss and tease each other. You can hear me moan softly as I suck on her tongue and I feel her fingers running though my hair and down to my ass. I can feel her pulling me closer into her, and we start stripping each other, touching, sucking You know how much I love to lick and taste ((((mmmm Babyyy)))
As I lay down on the bed she straddles me and
I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world. I wasn’t the smartest or most athletic, I wasn’t even the coolest, but I had the hottest girl in school. I guess she thought I was sensitive or something. I had known Sarah for a few years and I watched her date a bunch of assholes that only wanted to get into her pants. None of them did. All the while, I was biding my time, becoming her friend. I never believed that friendship could jinx a romance.
We had talked about the chance of
Karen smoothed the sexy black nightie over her hips. She had been so embarrassed when she bought the nightie at a sex shop downtown. The nightie was sheer black silk with lace over her small, pretty breasts going down into a deep “V” past her belly button. The lace teased her sensitive nipples making them jut out. The hem of the flouncy skirt just barely covered her irresistible rounded ass. She wanted to pull the hem down but it bounced right back up.
Looking at the clock, she knew