It was 1996 and I was living on the coast of Mississippi. I had been married for six years, and my second son had just been born. I had just returned from several months at sea on a Navy ship. My wife was always exhausted and not interested in sex. I, on the other hand, had a perpetual hard on. One day while driving along the beach I happen to notice a sign that said XXX 24 HRS. I was curious because I’d never been in an adult store before. On a whim I decided to see what it was like.
As
As I signed the lease and handed the agent, Stephanie Peters a check for two grand to cover the security deposit and first months rent I found it hard to believe I’d actually left my wife and agreed to lease apartment number 1215 in Kurtz House for the next year.
I had next to nothing to put in this $1,000.00 a month apartment with the exception of a couple suit cases full of clothes, my portable stereo and a laptop. I could have easily found a less expensive place, and been happy, but
I slept in. So sue me. I had the day off so I was entitled. I had exactly nothing planned for the day and that was what I was going to do.
Oh, yeah, I suppose you’re wondering who I am. My name is, believe it or not, Glowing Beam of Amber Moonlight. I go by the name of Amber, for reasons that should be self-evident. There should be a law against parents getting naming rights when they choose names like that. I’ve found Amber to be a much more respectable name.
I’m twenty,
When I was stationed in Korea, I had a Korean girlfriend named Uni. Uni was the horniest Korean girl I ever met in my three years over there. Most Korean bar-girls will let you fuck them, but they’re pretty dead fucks. Uni liked it, and really got into it. She had small tits, like all Korean girls, and a small, gorgeous ass. I liked to play with her ass, and it was one of the fastest ways to get her horny.
As we fucked, I’d reach down and cup one hand around an ass-cheek, reach a
After my rather drunken night, I was a little apprehensive about going down to breakfast and seeing James the young waiter or Henri the barmen, with whom hubby Tom had shared me the previous night. All sorts of thoughts went through my mind – that it would be all over the hotel, that having had a bit of fun with an older woman they would treat me as a bit of a joke or a slut.
Hubby had reassured me that he had been up for it as much as I had and he had really enjoyed himself –
I lay on the bed, my small son at my breast, feeding quietly. His small mouth sucking on my nipple, drawing milk from my swollen and hard breasts. God, it felt wonderful. I felt a little guilty because it did feel so very sensual. My pussy began to tingle. I had to make myself not reach down and stroke my clit.
Damn, I was horny. I’d had little Jimmy four months ago and he was fit and growing every day on my plentiful supply of milk.
I really loved to feed him. My pussy was over his birth
It’s an unusual day in many ways.
For a start I’ve got the day off work and have the entire day to myself. It is very unusual for me to take time off work, but I have just been on a long business trip and did not arrive home until the early hours of the morning. I sent a text to my boss when I got home informing him that I would not be in work today.
When I do have some time off it is not unusual for my wife, Jean, to spoil it by giving me a huge list of household chores, but not
I had just returned from an appointment with Samantha Gilford and, as usual after seeing her, I was hard and horny. She was a good client of mine, happily married and didn’t fool around and was one of the sexiest women I ever knew. She was a tall, good looking blonde with huge breasts and a great body and I always found myself thinking about what I would do with her in bed, in the middle of a business discussion, and had to bring myself back from fantasy to the reality of the moment quite
I stepped out of the office and tightened my jacket collar around my neck, trying to keep the rain out. My commute home most days isn’t that bad, but the rain always makes it slow and miserable. I pull out of the parking lot, and begin crawling my way back home. I’m pretty much miserable as I flip back and forth between stations trying to keep up on traffic reports, while trying to get the heat high enough to dry me off, without fogging up the windows.
I’m just starting to get
“What do you mean you told her?”
My wife looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Of course I told her,” she said. “We talk about everything.”
“Be that as it may, you didn’t need to tell her I had a thing for panties!”
“Now don’t go saying it like that,” she scolded mildly. “It’s not like I told her your into wearing women’s underwear, just that you had a, uh, special appreciation for women’s
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