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She was hoping he would notice, was afraid he would.
She looked down at the tips of her nipples clearly
protruding through her tight silk shirt, noting the
round circles pushing out of the fabric that fairly
shouted “PIERCING”.
“Good girls don’t get their nipples pierced,” she said
out loud. To herself she thought, “Since when have I
been a …
“That is unfortunate–for you. For me, it is most
advantageous.”
Hazun’s prick had risen to an amazing stand as he looked at
the mem-sahib with the golden hair. Knowing that the sahib’s hand
was playing between her secret places made Hazun want to bend
beneath the table and sneak a peek. Only Hazun knew he would
immediately be suspect if …
Every sensual muscle in her sleek body in motion, Katt
MacNeil swung out of the Cessna and padded across the sand in the
blazing noonday heat.
The tall, leggy blonde was used to ignoring the scorching
desert sun a well as the admiring stares from a few local males.
There were not many fair-haired women to be found among the …
“And me too! Let me milk the men too!” Bow said impetuously.
“I’m going to send you up to your room if you don’t act your
age,” Petra warned the girl. (Of course, if she did act her age, not
asking repeatedly to be fucked, she got to go to an orgy, which struck
me as rather strange.)
“Oh, alright,” …
We undressed. Petra unlocked our cell. We went back up the
steps to the surface of the earth. Alfonse went first, opening the
storm doors of the cellar for us. Daylight flooded the steps and,
climbing, we emerged into it.
I was nude. We had no clothes. I embraced myself, covering my
breasts. My pussy hairs tasted sunlight. I dipped …
I drop you off at the front door and I park the van,
looking for the darkest corner of the parking lot. As
per your instructions, I find a spot in the shadows
under a large tree next to one of those bulky metal
garbage skips. I wait nervously in the van. We’ve done
this before, but it always makes …
Often it’s the little things that change your life. Two
lines of an old song, a trace of scent you all but
forgot existed, a face in a crowd looking just like
someone you knew and cared about… It sparks a
thought, encourages a gesture, the little gears get in
motion, the synapses start firing. The change is just
an …
We were horny young guys just past the cusp of puberty. It was summer
holidays and we were allowed to stay out far past the falling of darkness.
It was the late forties and kids were safe in the streets, even in a
working class neighborhood like ours.
Women on our street all stayed home keeping house and raising their…
Rain patters against the evening window, and my mind drifts off
again. I try to focus, to bring myself back to the real world, but the
events
of the past months flashed through my brain uncalled for.
Expressing to my wife that I wanted her to occasionally take the
lead was probably not the hardest thing I had ever done …
“Scream all you want, Bonnie.” Bob whispered into her ear, as he attempted to
mount her from behind, both on hands and knees in the doggie style position.
Bob had applied a tiny drop of KY on the outside of her rectum. Just enough
lube to work the head of his shaft just inside the anal ring. Not really enough…
I lay on our honeymoon bed, still tied but now only by one wrist and one ankle,
whilst my new husband recovered from our exhausting sex marathon. After he had
fucked me so royally, he had released my left side and allowed me to turn and
had then laid down behind me, spoon fashion. He had slipped one arm under …
Hmmmm Yes. I am stepping out of the taxi-cab in front of your hotel. It
could be Milan or New York or Beverly Hills. No matter. Its the
presentation, the gestalt thats important. I stretch my four inch high
heeled legs encased in sheer black back seamed stockings out of the cab as
my leopard print soft supple leather skirt …
It was a hot day, and hotter still beneath the many layers of
armor Dahala wore. Her polished plate mail armor attracted the sun,
and while it reflected its light it trapped the heat and baked her
within. Under the mail, she wore a tight leather shirt, smooth yet
sticky against her skin. She loved the feel of leather, but …
I don t know how long my 85 year old neighbor, Maddie, had gone without sex but it didn t matter to me. The light – skinned African – American woman was on a roll. After several glasses of wine the prior evening, I was banging the hell out of this mature woman that lasted late into the night. Earlier …
Read More →As much as I enjoy the delightful treat before me ( this sweet, moist
pussy spread out under my probing tongue — I feel compelled to pull myself
away for a moment. I look up at her from my marvelous vantage point between
her legs and smile. As I gaze along the creamy flesh of her body, over the
swell …