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My plane finally landed, 2 hours overdue, leaving me hungry, pissed off and tired, not to mention horny as hell as I spent most of the flight trying to convince the stewardess’s to give me their phone numbers so I could call them for a shag.My luck on that flight was zero, not one number
It was just another ordinary Saturday morning in Sen household. Saturday being maid’s day off, Anjana Sen, prepared breakfast for her husband and 18 year old son. And as usual her husband had his face buried behind the morning newspaper and was just nibbling away at his breakfast with a fork. On the contrary her
Melissa gazed down at the small space where her feet rested. Her black, flat heeled shoes, the ones that gave her comfort and reminded her of how easy it was for her to just forget the world, were tattered and worn, the seams on the side ungluing. She sighed deeply, trying to calm herself, remembering
Running into a former lover and her partner today has me horny. Thoughts of them on my mind, just our group hug has me wanting to be sandwiched between them again. The playful poly partnerships, sometimes in two, threes, all fours. I am home, desperate for some relief. Remembering a night I shared with her
So, that’s how I found myself bound to the 6X6 wooden post in the center of my basement for the first, but by no means the last, time.Ellen returned to fetch me after about half an hour. Without speaking, she unbuckled the strap around my neck and freed my hands. My relief at being released
Before I share the experience I had a couple years back I want to give you a little background of my family. To start off my parents were always very loving and relatively supportive, but we really had very little in the way of a relationship. My dad was a workaholic and my mom spent
I had been working with my friend Jake again. He lived with his mom and step-dad in a turn-of-the-century house so he was always helping out, fixing things up. I was often invited over, and ended up getting Tom Sawyered into working. I didn’t mind though; it meant I got to be around Jake’s mom.Isabel
Like the gray skies brooding overhead, Carmen was in a sullen mood. But her dark temperament had nothing to do with the weather. Rather, it was the start of a new semester, meaning she had to go back to work. Fall was the busiest season for her, what with her new classes and students, and
“Andy, I want you to kiss my toes. OK?” Julie had crossed the line from incredibly bossy and mean to kinky. She was asking me to follow her. Should I cross that line with her? I didn’t know what that would mean, but I did know there would be no crossing back.We didn’t move or
“Bathroom’s all yours!” Mike announced, as he and Betty walked into the room, both wearing nothing but a smile.”Hope y’all don’t mind, but we opened the bottle of champagne. See you back in a few!” Rebecca said, as she and I got off the small couch and headed toward the bathroom.As my wife started the
Part 3 from Games We Played, and Games We Played – Interlude.HypnotismFriday NightEarlier in the evening while my sister and I watched TV, I had managed to insinuate my hand into her panties. She had actually unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, and lowered them slightly so I had easier access (which is encouragement to say
My first submission, please leave plenty of honest feed back for me. I would love to learn what it is you want to read. Thank you!We lived a relatively simple life, my wife and I. Tara and I had been married for 28 years when this all took place. She was 47 years old, 5’9″
Having to start this story somewhere, I will begin by saying that I was thirty-one years old when Faye and I moved into our four thousand square foot two-story redwood dream house. It overlooked the Pacific from a lofty height of black granite rock and a cluster of cypress, sequoia, and spruce. My weekly syndicated
All characters engaging in sex acts are 18 or older.—There was a knock on the door. I couldn’t remember the last time I had someone at the door. The ancient house my apartment was in had once been a grand, fancy place. Over time it had been subdivided into tiny pieces. You had to go
Insert all disclaimers. I’m new at this. Thank you all for your feedback, I hope you enjoy Ch. 2. We’re getting there, it’s a process ;)—-As Anna stood before her father in front of his desk, door closed, hands behind her head, completely nude with her legs now spread far enough apart that her bare
Hansel, now a grown twenty-three-year-old man and nineteen-year-old Gretel, stood at the edge of the forest, their eyes wide with wonder. The trees, lush and green, seemed to stretch forever, their trunks rustling in the warm summer breeze. The air was sweet with the smell of wildflowers and pine needles, made perfect by the chirping
When I was 18 years old, my mother remarried and so I now had a step-sister, Chrissy, who was just a little older than me and very cute. She had blond hair, a cute little face, and c-cup tits that had no sag. Chrissy had walked in on me masturbating and convinced me to keep
Janie and Me: How I Lost My Cherry To Another GirlI want to start by saying that this story is about people aged 18-21-who are of legal age and consenting young adults. This is a multi-chapter piece. Therefore the first chapter and the last may not contain complete sexual acts. Since this is my own
Under a torrential downpour, I had just finished the long walk from the college campus to our home. While opening the front door, I noticed my older brother Mitch’s Jeep was parked in the drive, which was odd as when we last spoke he said he was off to the dorm for a party, and
Coach Miller owned a farm eight miles outside of town. A long driveway led up to the five bedroom, two story Colonial. Two small ponds dotted the acreage; otherwise crops hugged the landscape for as far as the eye could see. Coach Miller leased the land to a neighbor who did the actual farming. Dean