There are words that I don’t like. There are phrases that don’t sit right with me either and never have. I don’t like the word cunt. I like the word pussy. I’d like to take a vacation and spend a week eating pussy. I’ve never wanted to spend one minute eating cunt. The two words “pussy whipped” bother me. First it’s the connotation. “Pussy Whipped” means that a man has allowed a woman to get total control over his actions. He’s
Hello! I am a 45 year old male. I am the youngest of 5 children. My parents are in their 70s. I have been involved in the swinging lifestyle for over 15 years. I play with women and couples and am bi with couples. I have been living in the Seattle area for the last 20+ years and most of my family, including my parents live in the Portland, Or area. I live close enough to my
It was tradition among our friends to camp out in Jake’s backyard at least once every summer. Jake had a giant tent, with three rooms and two closets. The first time we ever set it up it took us two hours. Working under the hot summer sun, joking and sweating, we were confident and untouchable. We were seniors this year, nearing maturity, working out every chance we had. Needless to say, we were very in shape.
“Who all is coming?” I asked as I put together a 10 foot long pole.
The trip wasn’t long, it just seemed that way. Actually it was just a couple of hours. The jet engines roared as the pilot put them in reverse and the thrusters quickly slowed the plane down to taxi speed.
The entire trip my mind was playing considerable scenarios over and over. My hands were sweaty and my stomach was churning so much I’d passed the in-flight meal.
It had been just a few months we’d been emailing and chatting back and forth after meeting on a ‘select’ website. The messages at
Chapter 2: Slut Mother
I came home a little after one in the morning. I was partially tipsy and not in the best of moods as I made my way up the stairs. I suppose the fault is mine. I did not marry because I was in love but because Richard was filthy rich. My parents spoilt me and in Richard I saw a means of continuing this high standard. Admittedly, I have everything I ever wanted with the exception of two children that I did not. Don and Cindy are a by-product of my marriage; I do not hate
I was brushing my hair in the small dressing room of a unisex bathroom when my new father-in-law’s brother walked in and strode up to the facilities behind me. A commode and a bit further away a urinal were attached to the wall. He stood in front of the commode.
An impossibly loud …Z-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-P… echoed in my ears as he opened his fly. This couldn’t be happening.
He hadn’t noticed me standing in front of the mirror in the small room to his immediate left and he
At the age of 13, I was having wet dreams of kissing my best friend. I was far too naïve to know that girls could do anything other than kiss, and far too horny to cum from less than a kiss.
My best friend Marissa was shaping up to be very beautiful.
She was Armenian, with olive-toned skin, long, black hair, and big, green cat eyes. Her breasts were fast growing large, their sloping perfection drawing my eyes continually.
The dream I would have always involved us innocently lying together in
Mother in laws come in many shapes and sizes, and mine [ of some 3 months standing ] had a very voluptuous shape, a good nature, a sense of fun, was tall, slim, and in her early forties. My wife had hinted as to her having a roving eye and perhaps some affairs & not without the knowledge of her dad. He was Ron, a senior civil servant who was often away from their home in London.
On this particular spring half-term break Jude & Hazel [ my wife and mother-in-law ] had planned to go for
Thanks for all of the positive feedback on the first chapter of this story! Hopefully this chapter will give you a new perspective on these characters.
The next chapter should be up as soon as possible.
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Continued from Chapter One…
Kellin:
I buried my face in my hands, leaning my elbows on the small café table in the coffee shop by my house.
This was where I ended up. After I stormed out of the house, my mom screaming at me from the kitchen, I drove in circles until I ended up here,
It was Friday and I had the day off as holiday, I had already planned to go to my favourite fetish club that night with my friends and I thought buying some new fetish gear was a must because I wanted to treat my self. My name is James and I work in a large insurance firm, my best friend and club buddy is a girl called Carla who I had known for a while now. There are four of us and I am the only guy in the group. We are all into the fetish scene and my particular fetish is high heeled boots!