`Chapters 7,8,9, and 10 originally were supposed to be one chapter. But, as often happens, as I was writing, ideas and words kept flowing way beyond my original intentions. The four chapters all take place on the same day. One long, horny, wet, sticky day. Chapter 9 Britnee stepped into the silver BMW waiting at the entrance to the trailer park. She leaned over and shared a kiss with Lara. “How’d it go, slut?” Lara put the car into drive and sped off down the road. “Good and good,” Britnee replied, wiping the corner of her mouth as she checked her makeup. “Nice ride.” “I borrowed it from the car…

Here I am wearing stiletto heels, thong panties and a matching bra. I just got hired in this work/live job for two Gay bosses. I must be drunk, cause I can’t believe what I just did. I actually sucked his huge black cock! What the fuck is happening to me? I’m stunned. After sucking him, he pulled out and gave me a facial! His goo was all over my face like one of my favorite porn videos, except I was the girl in the video. Then before I knew it he was licking his cum off me and we were French kissing! I’m still reeling from all of this. David,…

You have to be careful how you answer some questions or at least make sure you understand what is being asked. The question in my case was answered based on the knowledge of an eighteen year old kid; not knowing what was really implied or how it would change my perception of sex. The question has also brought about many of the stories that I write — many of them being true fantasy built on the situation that was presented to me with the question — trying in a way to recapture that moment when everything changed; well, at least the way I looked at sex. It was a day…

Of course I simply loved and adored him, without him I would feel as lost as a cucumber in a cabbage field, and our weekly meeting, that special care and attention, it is all to me and no one could fulfil what Ken is to me. When we are together, just the two of us alone at last, in the very secret privacy of his pad in Torbay I gloat on him, I have saved up all my passion for the week since we last met, last Sunday when we spent the whole afternoon just having fun with each other, tantalising , teasing, exploring, feeling and touching and the rest…

~~~~~~~~~~On our knees in the center of the mat, hard-ons held tightly in our briefs, Clay and I looked squarely into each other’s eyes, ready for the ensuing battle. I was confident. I never blinked. Neither did Clay.Cory said, “I’m gonna love this. Ready? Wrestle!”We locked arms, each pushing and pulling, trying to bully the other to the mat. I was stronger than Clay. I could feel it. I faked a push to one side, then shoved him in the other direction. He ended up on his back with me straddling him.I grabbed his wrists and began sliding up his chest, holding his arms over his head until my crotch…

This all happened one summer afternoon when my wife and I had arranged to spend a few hours at her mum’s bungalow along with some of our other friends. My wife, Kim is twenty-eight years old 5′ 8″ with shoulder length brown hair, 34c breasts and lovely long legs. On this day she had dressed in a denim ankle length skirt with a split that went three quarters of the way up it and a cotton blouse.While we were at her mum’s I could tell from the way she kept looking at me that she was planning something. She had that smoldering look in her eyes that sent pulses straight…

I would see you come home from work only to strip down to your shorts and grab a beer and head outside to sit by the pool. I was watching you one hot summer night with your broad chest and gorgeous set of arms sitting back relaxing. I would fantasize what it would be like to walk over and without any conversation, kneel down and touch you, feeling you and all you have to offer. The thought of this was almost too much. I closed my eyes and continued to touch you. I could feel you relax. I knew eryaman escort you were very receptive to my advances. I began kissing…

Lorraine was a woman I had known for quite a while. Sarah and I had invited Dave and her to dinner on more than one occasion and frequently met them at parties. Needless to say, I have always wondered what she would be like in bed. But beyond some mild flirting and a few kisses now and then, that was as far as it went. But things changed at the New Year party we went to. It was a two-tier affair – dinner for a dozen or so and then open-house afterwards. By ten o’clock the party was in full swing. Another thirty or so guests had arrived, the disco…

She sat quietly behind the circulation desk, gently tapping her terminal screen with a pencil. She seemed almost the stereotype, with wire-frame glasses, fair skin and red hair cut in a pageboy. Her blouse was gray, with puffed out sleeves and collar so high that you cold see almost none of her neck. Her long, plaid skirt was woolen, though it hugged her hips in a most sensual way. Her jewelry was plain, only a single gold band worn on her left hand identical to the one on mine. So engrossed was she with her work, that she barely noticed my approach, not even looking up until I stood almost…

My parents were having their boss, Mr. Jordan, over for dinner tonight. I was more than happy to attend and dressed nicely, wearing a green halter top that showed off my plentiful cleavage, and tight denim shorts that highlighted my firm ass. I wanted to look sexy and young for Mr. Jordan, even though he never really paid me much attention.  Mr. Jordan ran a law firm, and my parents were a few of his best lawyers. Mr. Jordan was tall, tan and handsome. His blonde hair matched perfectly with his blue eyes, which were the colour of the morning sky. He was only in his early thirties, with no…