I guess I have only myself to blame for the predicament I find myself in now. It was my fantasy and now it is my reality. But does everyone want a fantasy to become a reality? Below is my story and I hope you enjoy.
I am 37 and so is my wife, Jenny. We have been married for 13 years now, and had very few partners prior to getting married.
My wife is 5’10” tall and of average build. She has the best tits, being DD and they sit perfectly. She has great legs and maintains her pussy
“How did I get myself into this mess?” I thought to myself as I lay there on the bottom bunk, in my new home for awhile. I jail cell in the State Penitentiary, with ‘Terry the Terror’ as my new roommate. My nightmare started three days ago when I decided to buy some weed.
I had went to a seedy part of town just looking for a little weed, nothing more.
I went to a spot one of my friends had told me about. Right on the corner, just like my friend had said, was a big tall
It was too early, and the graying sky illuminated dully through the bedroom windows. The world was quiet, probably still asleep. Nothing could be heard except for the sound of the rain gently falling. It was as if I could hear every single drop for miles echo in my ears as it splashed to the ground. I stretched and rolled over, snuggling myself against the soft warm skin occupying the space next to me.
I moved my body close to hers, so every part of my naked front was touching her warm, soft
Lance and Laura had lived next door to Bill for over six years. They were a real nice couple and Bill and his wife had them over to dinner many times.
Bill and his wife Karen had been married for 30 years. They were both 18 when they married right out of high school. Neither one was a virgin when they married. Bill lost his virginity to a baby sitter for his little sister when he was 14, and Karen had lost hers to a neighbor boy when she was 16.
They still had a very active sex life, Karen
He obeyed so well. It was one of her favorite things about him. Her other favorite thing about him? The way he disobeyed.
Tonight she’d push him to his limits and test his devotion. She had to. If he succeeded, she would collar him.
She’d searched for weeks for his collar, the one that would fit him perfectly. One that fit them perfectly. It was black leather, dark, soft and supple.
It snapped close and had four silver rings attached to it: one on the front, one on the back, and one
Just looking at it made her wet.
It was so imposing, all black leather and silver, with the thick black plug anchored firmly into the tail-end of it. He’d e-mailed her earlier, the man she obeyed but had not yet met, and asked her to get it out and ready. He’d also told her to get herself ready, to shave her pussy and make it smooth, to oil the skin so it would be soft.
So, she had, leaving her with nothing else to do but follow his instructions, even though a tiny part of her was anxious,
Our first time together was really amazing. I am still reeling from how many times you got me off. Moving outside my comfort zone has been so rewarding!
You enjoyed my body – my peach-sized breasts with their pointed nipples that responded so readily to your eager mouth, loving hands or tireless cock; my tanned body that was agile enough to keep up with you; my warm pussy that responded so wetly to the pleasures you shared.
But today was going to be the real test, at least in my mind.
This story is set fifteen years ago before I was married.
It was a cold, crisp evening and my thigh high boots clip-clopped along the pavement as I walked. I pulled the thick, long coat tighter around me to try and keep out the worst of the weather. I was on my way to see my latest boyfriend at his mother’s house.
His mother was away so he had invited me for dinner. Dave was staying there temporarily while he waited to move into a new apartment. Dinner and a night alone with him sounded
“What exactly is the problem?” Laura almost screamed. “I have the money and you have a service that I am willing to pay for. How can there be a problem? I’ll pay double.”
The look on Martin’s face infuriated Laura. It wasn’t arrogance, but it was his insufferable confidence and that she seemed so predictable. The infuriation was aggravated by his ability to make her feel her behaviour and reaction were always wrong.
She felt like a mouse in a maze and
I was almost twenty when I finally discovered the main difference sexually between the girls I had been dating and the older women I saw all around me. Being young, I was always attracted to the tight-figured, fresh-faced girls in my classes, and being relatively attractive in my own fashion, I got the chance to Braille-scope their charms. There is noting quite like running your hands over a young girl who is just getting the idea that her body is made for pleasure.
If you are careful, generous
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