My wife and I where married in our early twenties and had been on the education tread mill for what seemed a long time. After graduate school and starting our carriers we finally had time for a long vacation.We were able to arrange for two weeks to be gone and started to look at tropical
Disclaimer: All people in this story are over 18, and this is a work of friction.Author’s note: This is part 3 in the mommy and son chronicles and is set about a week after part 2. Please read parts 1 and 2 before reading this.”We finally made it,” my mom said after we got into
Zoraya was 20 now and in Russia. She attended each Central Red Army hockey game that her Russian father would take her to. She enjoyed watching a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His name was Sergei, she had found out his name from a friend and that he was 18. She watched
The Previous NightI looked at myself in the mirror while waiting for Ravi to return home. He’d messaged me that he was finished with dinner at Suraj’s house and was headed back. I was wearing the sexy Victoria’s Secret lingerie I had bought for Suraj with a look of deep guilt. I had promised Suraj
On Monday morning I received a message from my old fuck buddy Alex telling me that the local pool has been shut down as part of the Corona measures.To be honest, I was surprised they stayed open as long as they did.I saw on the news last weekend some of the tourist beaches, like Bondi
Thank you to those who read stories.I’ve had experiences, fantasies, and thoughts that I felt like sharing and I hope you enjoy the writings.Some stories are completely true, some are fictional, and some are a combination of fact with some fiction (to enhance the story).I may tell you if it’s a true story or sometimes
Swinging and polyamory lifestyle. Chess king, welcome to your tape. You appeared at a party. You were kind. You made friends with me quickly. Your caring attitude was a breath of fresh air. You appear in a time when I was making the biggest leap of faith in my life, to walk out on a
The continuation and conclusion of the story “Emma still wets her bed – Ch.1″Everyone mentioned or written sexually about in the story is 18 years old or older.IMPORTANT!This story contains light incest between mother and daughter, lesbian kinky fetishes with pee, some foot fetish and anal, and quite a lot of conversations.- A LOT OF
How can I start this. I guess the best way is to just start off by saying that I’m 54 years old. I got married when I was 20. My wife (Karen) was 18 and had a daughter (Cathy) that was one. When Cathy was 18 she had a girl. Her name was Karen after
A young man wakes up to find himself no longer in his cozy bed back at Fiore, instead rising from a soft patch of dirt with nothing but his socks, his underwear, and a vague memory of his training as a Pokemon Ranger. The rest of his past is a blur, but he’ll soon find
Hema gave him a seductive smile and said I don’t want Tea , I want you The doorbell rang… Harish dreaded opening the door…he instinctively knew it would be his neighbor Hema who would be begging for some sugar , milk , tea , veggies etc…She would never return the stuff that she borrowed ….
Note: The first evening described at the beginning of this vignette is described more fully about halfway through Introductions and Exposures, the beginning of my series about these two characters.She had thought she’d ended the evening by refusing to strip for him. As much as she wanted to be owned, the shift from kissing on
Friday Night FireworksThis is a story of a fantasy night I would like to have with my wife. We often talk about naughty sexual thing when we are having sex and when we are in the heat of the moment she has said she would like to do some wild things, so here is my
It was a Friday night and my girlfriend, Lucy was home alone. We had been dating for about a year and a half now and things were beginning to get serious. The makeout sessions would get more intense, often resulting in our bodies being left unsatisfied. Very hot and heavy, but the ball was always
It had been a long time since Gillian had last spent a weekend with him in New York. §As she grew older, it got harder and harder to live out her fantasies. One wrong photo at an orgy or BDSM club and her career would be very ruined, so she’d had to make do with
First SessionThe room is dark, warm and still. You had a sense of space around you as you were led in by the leash he had strapped around your neck when you arrived. Being blindfolded though, you didn’t have a chance to look around. The first sound you recognize is that of metal on metal
There was nobody else on the road. Nobody. After ten minutes of driving through two-foot-deep snow, I began to worry that Jennifer might have been taking us on a one way trip. If we got stuck, ran off the road, or got lost, we’d have to hike back to the house, which would take HOURS
New Love Part TwoHI went through it again, hope it’s betterWE laid there with Gwen, after her orgasm. We didn’t get the response, we expected. She rolled onto her side, and started crying, she was trembling, even though it had to be 75 degrees.I looked at Ann, I didn’t know what to do, Gwen was
This was delicious! I loved the feeling of these men running their hands all over me! My tits were groped and fondled, nipples were pulled and pinched until they were hard and erect. There must have been two guys with their hands rubbing the folds of my pussy probing into my wetness.Officer Jones stepped in
There were many challenges in the lives of the young women who chose–or in most cases, were required–to attend St. Helga’s Academy for Girls. The long classroom hours, the excessive chores, and the strict grading system–upheld through corporal punishment–were all features of regular complaint. But, of all the privations suffered by the Academy’s students, the