Mr. Pearson was away on travel again. I had met him about four weeks ago and borrowed some money from him to fix my car, well anyway, when I tried to repay him, he said it was a gift and to just forget it. That’s when I asked him if there were some way I could sort of work it off by doing some sort of jobs for him.
After thinking for a moment he asked if I’d be willing to take care of his house when he was out of town. It was an easy job and it left me plenty of time for my college
The lights are dim, and soft music is playing as you enter through the doorway. You see a candle or two set out, adding a floral scent to the room. The massage table is laid out in the center of the room, with ample space for your masseuse to walk around you while you’re lying down. A chair is set out, and you leave your robe on it as you make your way onto the table. You take a couple of towels lying nearby and cover your breasts and pelvis as you lay on your back on the table.
The final
Like almost every Saturday I sit and relax in front…
There is nothing so simple as getting what you want.
I get everything I want. Come hell or high water.
I’ve seen you before running down the street around midnight. You choose the oddest hours for a run. I love the way you run so graceful without making a sound on the concrete. I love the way you sweat, the way it runs over your body in caressing rivulets.
When you pass by my window I stare and stare then when I go to bed I dream of you. Fantasizing that you are there with me your hand on my
“They’re hung, baby, but they’re fuckin’ ugly.”
Jake had been quite specific about that. He was no oil painting himself – an ugly, gap-toothed, elderly janitor at the college Suzy attended. But he was worth paying attention to, because he knew how to locate hung guys. And that was what Suzy craved. Big, fat meat sliding into her. So she’d been quite exact when she’d given her requirements.
Big guys, hung as big as Jake could find. She didn’t care what they looked like. She’d be too busy getting
Anny and Jesse were bored to death: it had been steadily been raining for the last 3 days and the 19 year old girls had exhausted every fun idea they had. They had spent those three days, some of their first summer days without high-school to look forward in September, at Anny’s house. Her parents were gone for a summer vacation, and they had called yesterday too tell her that they were having the time of their lives at the beach. It had been steadily sunny for the last week in Cancun.
I’m a 29 year old woman, who’s been married to a great man for just over 6 years now. We got married after college, and then had our first child 13 months ago. We’re always enjoyed sex, both intimate coupling between two people in love, and just hot, nasty sex between two lust-filled sluts. Sometimes we make love, sometimes we have sex, sometimes we fuck. I love all our different modes to pleasure each other.
Since my teens I’ve been very into being fit, and keeping my
Fuck me.
It was two days until I started my period and I was so goddamn horny I was ready to screw the neighbor’s dog the next time it came into my yard to pee on the shrubs. Instead, after a long day at the office, I showered and slipped into my favorite over-sized shirt. Padding barefoot and bare-assed down the carpeted stairs, it was my plan to curl up in front of the television for an evening of watching X-rated videos and playing with a variable speed massager that I bought to treat a knee
Neither my body nor my dick asked to get old. Everything still looks good for my 57 years. However, the pill pushers said “Take this for blood pressure and this for cholesterol, this for allergy.” With all those pills, good old reliable wasn’t reliably raging every morning. In response to that complaint, and true to their calling, the docs said, “Take this for depression.
Don’t worry about staying hard or getting turned on, you are old now and don’t need sex
“Hey…” I paused. Was I asleep or drunker than I thought? I was neither. I was awake and just drunk enough not to care about heart ache.
“Hey back.” She was coy and nearly transparent with her intent.
Sammie was the last person I had planned to see that night. I had just come out of a horrible break up and was set to drink myself to sleep. I really had no plans of anything other than rest and solitude. Sammie apparently had other plans.
“What are you doing
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