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Im PK: Ein Arsch, zwei Schwänze, viele ZuschauerWas ich hier gleich nachfolgend berichte, ist allerfeinstes Copy-And-Paste. Allerdings ist das nicht irgendwo aus dem Web geklaut, sondern gibt nur die E-Mail wieder, die ich vor ein paar Monaten einem mir vertrauten Spielpartner schickte, mit dem ich meine und seine Erlebnisse austausche, wenn wir sie mal nicht gemeinsam erlebt haben.Nach der überraschend positiven Resonanz (auch) auf meine neueren Videos habe ich jetzt beschlossen, diese E-Mail hier wiederzuverwerten. Denn dieser Abend war einfach nur geil! Und echt übrigens. Das ist KEIN Seemanns-Latein.—————————————————————————-Das Kino-Erlebnis …Nach vielen Experimenten, mit welcher Klamotte ein oller Sack wie ich vielleicht noch halbwegs passabel und antörnend rüberkommen könnte als…

Ein superschöner Ehemaligentreff 4 – Ein Jahr danaIch hatte unser Zusammentreffen bis zum dritten Tag beschrieben. Auch am vierten und fünften Abend fand wunderschöner nahezu hemmungsloser Sex zwischen uns statt. Am Stran waren uns und vor allem den Mädchen immer bewundernde Blicke sicher, es wäre sicherlich gerade für sie ein leichtes gewesen, einen neuen Fickpartner zu finden, aber niemand wollte das wohl. Am sechsten Abend gingen wir raus, nahmen an einem Straßenfest teil, wir waren uns einig, dass eine Pause genau das Richtige wäre vor dem letzten Abend. Und an diesem letzten Abend ereignete sich dann doch noch eine Überraschung. Wie nicht gerade selten zuvor, leckte ich mal wieder eifrig…

Wohnungssuche Teil 2Wohnungssuche Teil 2 von Daphne (61)Nachdem wir wieder zu Atem gekommen waren, schauten wir uns tief in die Augen. Was war das denn gerade? Der Blitz hat eingeschlagen, ein Tornado ist durch mich durchgefegt und ein Erdbeben hat meinen Körper erschüttert. Sag mir, machst du das öfter mit den Interessenten oder………. Du fielst mir gleich ins Wort: Glaubst du das wirklich? Ich weiß ja selbst nicht was hier eben passiert ist, so etwas in diesem Ausmass hab ich noch nie erlebt. Immer noch zittrig am ganzen Körper und mit nassen Fotzen suchten wir unsere Kleidung zusammen, die überall im Raum verteilt war.Entschuldigst du mich kurz? Ich geh mal…

That’s the way it went for the next several months. I was so stressed with studying that my extracurricular activities went to almost nil. I visited Mary a couple of times, and each time was breathtaking, but that was about it. I had a pattern of trying to make it to Mom’s every couple of weekends, at least, for a delicious meal and even more delicious kisses. For over a month we hardly progressed beyond the furtive kisses when I arrived and when I left. About mid-semester I texted Mom on Saturday morning to elicit an invitation to supper, and she quickly responded. “About time,” she texted. “Get over here,…

It was never my intent to become a married womanizer, in fact, I never had any respect for a man who would cheat on his wife. They always seemed to be looking for something, something that is unattainable. My marriage was going to be different. My wife and I were going to have a very close, intimate relationship. I would tell her all of my secrets and desires and she would tell me all of hers but that was not to be. After a year and a half into our marriage, my wife fell into a sexual relationship with her manager, a single, handsome, college educated, man, just two years…

Author’s note: I wrote this for a story contest on another site recently (which, sadly, I lost). But I liked the story and decided that I wanted to share it with everyone at LitErotica. So, yeah. First, the requisite disclaimer: While I do NOT practice nor condone incest under any circumstances, I DO acknowledge that it’s one hell of a sexy topic to think about. Real life, though, is harshly different- and this is ONLY fiction! All characters are over the age of 18 and are completely make-believe. I sincerely hope that you enjoy the story and, if you do, please leave a note and vote to show your appreciation……

This is the twenty-eighth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones (although sometimes it helps with the context and names a bit). The year is 1983 and this episode focuses on the third part of our summer holiday following my graduation. This time we’re in Greece and, because Lesley and I spent most of the time with each other, I thought that I’d try to write this from Suzy’s perspective. I hope you enjoy it. M4bloke p.s. I’m writing this here in the UK, so if you’re reading this in the U.S. then apologies for the spelling.…

Wednesday evening and I had to get some studying done. After this past weekends experience with Amy we really haven’t seen each other much, and when we did I detected uneasiness about her. We needed to sit down and talk about it, but right now I needed to get some studying done. We could talk later. After dinner I was gathering my books when Amy walked in. She looked at me, turned around and headed back out. I figured we had to talk now if she didn’t even want to be around me. “Hey Amy come back. I need to talk to you.” She stopped, and then she started to…

Yesterday was an amazing and unexpected day, and today was looking like more of the same. After an evening of cock-teasing, Melanie finally paid me back with a blowjob in a quiet courtyard. When we got back to her apartment, we had sex on the balcony. On Saturday morning, I crawled into her bed and fell asleep a while later spooned against her, having just ravished her beautiful ass. Now we were in the shower together, getting ready to meet Sarah–my ex-girlfriend and her current flatmate–for lunch in Boston’s South End in a couple of hours. After some initial and very enjoyable soaping and groping, we both actually had to…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just a heads-up: his chapter is heavy on plot, light on sex. As a result, you should read the previous chapters Thanks for reading! * -NATALIE- Andy and I needed to talk. I was sick of him being cold to me and I needed an explanation. I needed my best friend back, with or without the sexual relationship. Once I had showered and put on my face, I decided to wear my new dress, which I hoped would grab Andy’s attention. It wasn’t risqué or anything, but it was more skin than I was used to showing with my semi-formal attire. The dress was dark blue and cut…