My family moved from Ohio to California when I was in High School. I instantly fell in love with California and enjoyed the opportunity to play outdoor sports year round. I excelled in baseball and swimming. We lived close to the beach to, so I learned how to surf pretty good. As the years went by I developed many great friends and was fairly popular. I missed some of my friends in Ohio but that’s about it.
My parents were easy to deal with and I pretty much got away with a lot of crap.
My first and only experience involving incest happened the summer I was 28 years old with my nephew he was just 18 years old he had the look of a young boy for his age. That was 15 years ago, and even though I’m married with children now that intimate encounter left me with fond memories.
My story,
It was the summer of 1996, I worked full time I was 9 months free from an abusive fiancée and 12 months since I had last had sex, he became controlling the year we lived together, I left him
I am waiting for you to arrive and I’m so horny, knowing your coming today I have shaved my legs and pussy this morning and have been imagining you running your tongue over my smooth folds, I’m wearing tights with no knickers and I’m already dripping even though you haven’t even arrived yet.
You pull up and get out of your car we have been texting all day so I already know that you’re as horny as me. As soon as you’re in my house we don’t even say hello
Sadly, this is merely something that took place as a messenger conversation between a Nicole and I. I have changed the style into a more reader friendly story.
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I sneak up behind Nicole, grabbing her sides, tickling her. She gives off a surprised squeal, and I tickle her more intensely, making her squeal even more, squirming around in my hands.
I push her to the ground gently, tickling her as I lay her down and she squeals loudly, curling up on the ground still squirming.
I roll her onto her
‘Enjoying the view?’
‘Hmm?’
‘You like what you see over there?’
‘Don’t know what you’re talking about.’ I turned on my sofa-bed and smiled sheepishly at Lucy. Best to own up when you know you’ve been caught out. Plus there’s a special dispensation for letting your eyes stray when you’re on holiday. I read that in FHM.
Not that I was easily distracted from the five foot six of tightly-coiled sexual fury lying next to
I do wonder though, sometimes, how I think of myself, it’s a pleasant sort of curiousness. Am I a gay man who has a girlfriend? A straight man who has been with other men? As more one way than the other? As someone who declines to identify that firmly? Adjectives, not nouns.
I suppose I think of that long flight home, Melbourne to Singapore to Paris, then another flight back home to Berlin, back to my girlfriend, our apartment, our life, the one we’d had together for about three
Another typical day of golf.
I hit some good shots, some bad shots. Didn’t score as well as I wanted to, but am not totally unhappy with my game.
It’s a hot day and I’ve been drinking water all day on the course. So much so, I swear I had to stop behind a tree on 4 of the last 5 holes.
After the round is over, me and the guys head into the clubhouse for a quick lunch and a few beers. I eat quickly, because all I can think about is the fucking hot and nasty text messages
Jack was 45 minutes from home, when he called Sue on his hands free cell phone. He had had a bad day at the office, and was in dire need of some R and R, and his little subbie Sue was the perfect antidote. She answered on the third ring.
“Good evening Sir, how was your day Sir?”
Jack smiled to himself, what a good little subbie Sue was, always so respectful, never questioning him, whatever he asked of her.
“Good evening Sue, I am fine, but today has been hell. I will be there
I stood in the middle of the bedroom, set to get dressed, and I yelled, “Babe, have you seen my boxers?” Prior to showering, I had laid out all of the clothing that I would need for the evening. However, I found myself standing in a towel and missing step one in the basics of getting dressed. I was not overly bothered by the absence of my underwear, but I still wondered how I had either forgotten the garb or misplaced them somewhere between showering and the bedroom.
I turned to the
Thinking back on it now, it all happened so slowly over a long period of time, probably three years, maybe longer.
My mother had me out of wedlock when she was 16 and in 1953 that was the kind of thing that made so called decent people turn away from you when they passed you on the street. Even though my mom
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