My First Drink
In my experience it is more men than women who are into peeing. But in my case it was quite the opposite — I never fantasized about it and if you had a
Playing in Traffic
I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist. The thought of someone getting turned on by watching me excites me to no end. I like the idea of someone stroking themselves after having caught a glimpse of me. That being said, until a few days ago, I had never really considered how dangerous it was. The desire blinded me to all the risks.
Friday I got off work early. We were having a slow day. It was summer and I needed to get away. As soon as I left the office, I began shedding my clothes.
Prom Dates
I stood in front of my bedroom door and I struck a pose. I had already received several compliments about the dress I had chosen to wear for our special night. I was glad of that, as it had cost me a week’s pay. When I showed it to my date, the smile made it worth every penny. My high heels had invoked a similar reaction, making the hundreds of dollars I spent on those worthwhile. I invested a lot to look good for my date, but the end result would be so worth it.
I was going to have a
Swingers Delight
My wife Glenda and I have been married for fifteen years and have a wonderful sex life. We extended our sexual activities with very close friends to make sex even more exciting. My bother was married to very sexy blond and I always admired her beauty. We visited each other often and one night about two years ago when we had quite a bit to drink, we were
Jasmine’s Ass
1.The Class
Owen slumped wearily in his English Literature seminar. The speaker was droning on about The Nose by Gogol and while Owen would have found such an absurdist tale difficult to grapple with at the best of times, his late night of drinking made such mindless prattle even harder to bear. Blocking out the lecturer Owen smiled ruefully to himself.
Despite his sore head the drinking game had certainly been worth it; the winner was to receive a blowjob from the hot little campus slut. Owen
Silent Night
You enter the room, and there she is, standing by the desk, her back to you. She is wearing a simple white top and a silky black skirt that barely reaches mid thigh. You approach silently, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. You reach out, pressing her down with one hand at the small of her back. Without a sound, she complies, bending forward, placing her hands on the desk. The position forces her short skirt even higher.
You can see her tiny black thong where it rises out of the crack
Kisses
As always, I’d like to thank Dr. Bob for his fine insights in editing this story. LeftyLoo always gives his support, too. This is a little story of seduction and the surprising places that love can be found. Please enjoy.
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It was a Friday just like any other Friday. I went to work and spent all day every day staring at my computer screen.
I am a CPA with a tax law degree and my days are filled with tiny numbers filling computer screens. The tiny numbers belonged to other people doing
Nearly Sisters
If there is one thing that most men hate doing, it’s shopping with their wives. I know for me, trying to get Mike to go shopping for anything is like pulling teeth, especially if I’m shopping for clothes. Mike on the other hand will see something he likes or wants, and go buy it without trying to compare pricing at any other store. Personally, it drives me crazy, but shopping with me drives him crazy too.
And it’s one of the reasons that I learned a long time ago to lure him
Sister-In-Law’s Creamy Delivery
I hadn’t been getting along with my wife now for some time, in fact thinking about it, it had probably been a few years. Yet after twelve years of marriage we were comfortable with each other and any change would rock the boat and cause too much hassle, especially for the children. We just seemed to put up with each other and get on with our lives. We lived separate lives really yet still had some love for each other.
Sex was O.K, even if Sally my wife is a bit of a prude and very
Switch’s Life
As she stood viewing herself in her black outfit consisting of a mesh/solid skintight sleeveless shirt and tight soft leather flare pants. Spike heal boot on to add just that few inches of height. Rich strawberry-blond hair gelled back into a ponytail that reached the middle of her back. She’d done her make-up skillfully, black of course to match her outfit even her nails.
Yet, lips left alone with only a soft hint of gloss noticeable. She smiles softly as she puts on her first and only