Slowly opening my eyes I hear the rush of the water from the bathroom. The sprays of water hitting the sides of the shower as you move. Smiling wide, closing my eyes picturing my perfect sexy Master in all his naked glory washing away the left overs of our night together. I moan as I move, the delicious ache between my thighs from your attentions during the night reminding me of every mind-blowing moment with you.
The ache has become a new friend.. there to greet me when I awake after each
Why wasn’t I born rich? I mean, I really could get used to the good life. There I was, sitting on the beach in Nice, Mediterranean sun beating down, sipping an Orangina. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job but I live for vacations.
What the hell, I worked hard for this trip. Three years of Law School and two years busting my ass as an associate for a Big Boston Firm, hell, if you went by my billable hours I compressed three and a half years of work into those two years!
It paid off; Junior
I saw the low rider coming up on my rear end fast. I moved over into the right hand lane to let him pass. I saw the gun barrel protruding from the rear window and saw the flash of the first shot. I laid over in the seat and let the car go on its own. Two more shots were fired and both of them hit me. I heard his engine race as he accelerated away. I sat up and gunned my car towards the nearest hospital. Staggering into the emergency room, I collapsed on the floor in a pool of blood. The world
“Hey!”
The cheerful female voice came unexpectedly to me as I noticed its owner standing at my door. I looked uncomprehendingly at Erik, who stood next to the delightful blondie. But he just stared at me with his incredible blue eyes and grinned stupidly.
“I brought a guest too. I hope you don’t mind,” he said trying to show an unemotional face, but I saw that he could hardly contain his laugh.
“No,” I gasped at last and let them in. My unexpected guest
The small car’s engine roared as it trundled down the city street, cars passing to either side, most honking. There was the occasional middle finger thrown as well, as if for good measure. The noise coming from under the hood would have been fine, even welcomed, had this particular vehicle not been electric. It should have been whisper quiet, unlike the petroleum-fueled pollution machines that had preceded it. But the last gasoline car had been scrap for at least fifty years.
And so the
MWF seeks a day time lover to soothe my darkest desires. I am a happily married housewife, with two great kids, living in a small community just southwest of Austin, Texas. Hubby meets all my needs and desires, butt one.
Every since my teens years, I have absolutely loved anal sex. Most of my boyfriends throughout high school and college were both surprised and pleased with my rear door preferences.
And though I tried to keep my dark desires to myself, word did seem to leak out.
My senior year
“I love watching Hadley in the garden in the spring.”
“You just like looking at her ass in shorts, Floyd.”
I took my father in law’s chuckle as an acknowledgment that I was right. I felt no ill well towards him. My mother in law, Belinda, was not a fantasy object sort, and acted so prim that I had no doubt that she was frigid.
This had been confirmed by my loving wife, Maggie, who one night not long ago had mentioned her Mother having said how glad she had been to
I closed my eyes and tried to relax as I lay face down on the massage table with only a sheet covering my bare naked ass. The masseuse’s strong hands felt amazing as he kneaded my tired flesh but my mind reeled as I struggled with the strange primal desires dancing within me. I had never in my life entertained a gay thought but his hands felt so good and erotic on my bare skin that I found myself wondering what it would be like to touch his naked body.
The relaxing music and scented
I got good grades in Classical High School, Providence, Rhode Island not because I was endowed with great brains, but because I studied hard. Basically all I did was study and play a little High School football, but to say I was the best back-up running back for Classical wasn’t saying much. I wanted to date but that didn’t go far since I was tagged “Mikey the Geek boy”.
After I graduated from Cornell with a degree in managerial accounting I didn’t find the job of
“…When you greet me at your door I want you to be wearing your dildo-pants. Oh, and wear them under your tightest pair of jeans. I’m taking you out tonight, and yes; I do want you wearing them out in public. I’ll see you in a bit,” I said, and then hung up without giving her a chance to respond.
I knew from the way I had worded my ‘request’ that it almost guaranteed her non-compliance; it was the ‘out in public’ part that she would balk at.
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