“Oh my God” I thought as I drank in the sight of her. She was wearing a long red, silky nightgown, her breasts framed by white lace edging, her nipples standing erect, apparent through the flimsy material. The light was low in her bedroom, but I consumed every detail of her, storing the memory. This was a once in a lifetime experience. Long blonde hair, classical, beautiful, sharp features. Bright blue eyes.
I noticed from the first time we met that she walked like a dancer, all
When, Sally, who had worked for my employers ever since she had left school but, having been redeployed, was to me, the new receptionist, I really took notice. She was an extraordinarily pretty, slim lass, with long blond locks, sparkly blue eyes, a pert nose with a cutely bulbous tip, slightly younger than I and, unfortunately, possessed of an engagement ring that she displayed with, considerable, pride.
Her virtues were many but she could be very argumentative, particularly about literature,
I’m with a wonderful man, a man who encourages me to explore my sexuality and be proud of my body and my naughty, naughty imagination. I thought I was uninhibited before I met him, but he keeps pushing me to new levels of exhibitionism and experimentation, and I love him for it.
He has a job that keeps us moving every few months (he supervises the demolition of large buildings), and the frequent moves have given me tremendous freedom to express myself, since I know that if we go too far,
Steamy bath water robbed their bodies of all urgencies. Paz Duarte nestled against Ian Abercrombie. He formed a bulky cushion between her and the tub. His lap the plinth which erased their height disparity. When she didn’t slump Paz could turn and level her hazel eyes with his.
When she straightened up, Paz’ ass pushed his waist, allowing her to play with his dick much as if that flesh were her own appendage. In Paz’ curious hands she made it a quite responsive toy.
Paz had
This crazy, wonderful thing happened to me last summer. It happened when I went camping with a friend, just before school started. I thought I’d write about it. I hope you enjoy it…Kala
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It was late summer when I was invited to go camping with my friend Debra and her parents. Debra and I attend the same high school and we shared a couple of classes together last year.
Before that, we were in elementary school together.
I’ve never been camping before and I was really excited!
I’m not much into the bar scene, especially in Vegas– too many phonies. Besides, in a bar you can end up spending a lot of money on booze, and not even get any sex. Usually I prefer to go someplace where I know I’m going to get some. But for some reason I decided to go to the local leather bar– more wannabes than real outlaws– for their Sunday afternoon beer blast. Hey, five bucks– it’s a cheap drunk.
I had been there only a few minutes before I laid