My name is Marissa Cassell and I am a Freshmen at Midwestern University. I am 5′ 3″, 110lbs, with straight shoulder length blond hair, grayish blue eyes, and a very light complexion. I am a 34B, barely and wear a size 6. I am also sexually experienced, not a slut mind you, but I had my fair share of partners in High School and I enjoyed most of them, but always found something a little lacking. But going to college, there was one experience I had yet to try.
I was very bi-curious.
Cathy and I finally made it to the cabin where we noticed it was dark and empty even though Dave and my wife left before we did. Not letting that bother us, we brought in our luggage and Cathy gave me the grand tour. We ended up in the bedroom where Cathy proceeded to push me on the bed and straddle me, kissing me ferociously.
She made a sly comment about not wasting an opportunity before she proceeded to rise up and quickly take off her t-shirt, letting her breasts fly free. I took one of her
There were only minutes left in the game and the score was tied – 3 to 3. Antonio knew that they’d have to keep the ball and then score in those final moments, for if the other team got the ball, they’d score quickly and Antonio’s team – the PS Thunder – would lose this semi-final match. Antonio noticed Jose on the other side of the field, and signaled that he was open.
Suddenly, there was a streak of black and white as the soccer ball came sailing across the field from Jose.
I was recently on a golf trip with 3 friends, in addition to some great golf during the day, we always enjoyed a few nights out, and possibly some harmless dancing and flirting with some girls if we were lucky. All 4 of us were married, had been out of the game for a while, not what you would exactly call ladies men.
Not to say we were not attractive, as well as successful, just that we had become comfortable in the lives we lived.
After playing golf all day we cleaned up and headed to the
“Silas!”
Instinct took over. Silas Oswald dropped to his knees, taking cover behind the waist high bar that extended along the length of the Tesla-Coil Tavern. The movement was futile; Mistress Lavinia had already seen him and wasn’t likely to forgive his disobedience anytime in the near future.
Cursing under his breath, Silas rose reluctantly to his feet and sent a sheepish look across the room. Mistress Lavinia sat in her regular booth with the club’s highest-ranking
INTRODUCTION
Marion knew that her husband was cheating on her but given her comfortable life style she looked the other way. Marion had remarried at the age of 32 to a very wealthy business executive who at the time was 43 years old. The first seven years of marriage
#2- Milk Maid
Adam had been called to the South Pole with less than a day’s notice.
“It’s a once in a lifetime chance,” he’d said sadly, “If I don’t do it now it’ll never happen.”
It was likely a good thing there wasn’t much time to talk about it — to debate the pros and cons. Still, Violet found herself standing at the airport in a state of shock — a one-month-old baby on her hip and the love her life en route to spend six
I had been on the internet for more than three hours, talking to a beautiful woman named Mary. She was hesitant at first, but eventually we shared photos and talked about our fantasies. She loved the name I was given at birth, “Vincent”. It reminded her of simple times.
She was very open-minded and had many kinky ideas, most of which made us giggle. I had previously been chatting with her for about two months, on and off. She really enjoyed having me around and after telling her
I had placed an ad on a bulletin board soliciting couples looking for a female. I quickly got a response from a couple located near where I live. The response indicated that they were a married couple in their late twenties looking for a third to join them. After trading a couple of e-mails and pictures, I agreed to meet them for a drink and get to know each other.
I had never met people in a situation like this before so I was apprehensive as well as excited. We were meeting on Saturday night
“They are incorrigible.”
Liz sighed as her sister, Mandy, started again on the same complaining track about Liz’s twin sons.
“William and Benedict have no manners and I honestly think they’re immoral, I said so to Donald last time we spoke and he agreed.”
Donald was Mandy’s quiet husband and it was difficult for Liz to picture him getting animated over such an issue.
Liz was sick of this repetitive mantra. Her sister, who at forty-four was two years
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