Fingers intertwined, Samantha and Bryan strolled lazily down the sidewalk, the ocean breeze dancing by them like a gentle caress. Spying a small alcove Bryan tugged her into the shadows for hot wet kiss. His hands curved around her bottom and he pulled her against his throbbing cock. Her tongue lashed eagerly against his, her nipples hard against his chest. Only the shrill barking of a poodle rudely jolted them back to the here and now and saved them a fine for indecent exposure and promiscuity. Bryan buried his face in her auburn hair and breathed deeply. Willing his pulse back to normal wasn’t easy because the peach-scented shampoo she…

Gerry worked with Jake at the bank and they had become very close friends. Jake, my boyfriend of three months, and I were invited to a party that Gerry was having for his girlfriend, Mandy. When we arrived, there were several other couples that were already drinking and chatting on the patio along the side of the house. Gerry spotted us and waved us over to the bar where he was mixing some drinks for the guests. He handed each of us a gin and tonic and began to introduce us to some of the other guests who had been mingling and milling about. Although I had met Gerry before,…

It was Saint Patrick’s Day, which is a drinking holiday unto itself, but combine it with my birthday and it’s really a reason to celebrate. I was out at the local Irish pub with two of my girlfriends because they thought it was the best thing that total strangers would buy me more drinks than I could ever think of consuming just for the simple fact that my birthday landed on Saint Patrick’s Day. They even thanked my mother for this every year, the drunks that they are. We were sitting at the bar, which was packed with fellow drunks, who, even if they weren’t Irish, they were for the…

And now she waits in the quiet of the room. How was she to know that only a few short years past, she would run into Him in a casual chatroom. And within those few intervening years they would fall in love and make a life together. At first he did not seem to be part of the conversation. Yet she noticed certain traits and patterns that he had. How he hovered at the margins of the conversation and only occasionally tossed in the odd pithy comment or double entendre. Some went unnoticed. Others were so damn funny, or at least they were to her. And yet he was not…

She had just stepped out of the shower and was standing naked, vigorously toweling her hair, her large, round breasts jiggling with the movement, when she heard the doorbell ring followed by a clap of thunder and the sound of a heavy rain beginning to pound the roof overdue for repair. Grabbing her short silk robe, she headed toward the front door wrapping her well-toned body in it on the way. Too late, she realized she did not have the tie, so she gathered it together and held it in place with one hand as she opened the door about six inches. An incredibly sexy man stood there, holding open…

It was one of those things that ‘just happens’. There is no way to plan for it, and- after you reach a certain point- there is no way you can avoid it. It just happens, for whatever reason. And it happens a lot more frequently than some of the more prudish elements in society would care to imagine- which, when you think about it carefully, is really wonderful. At least for those involved, and they are the only ones that matter, right? Of course I’m right. You wouldn’t be reading this if I wasn’t, would you now? I could take a few paragraphs and set up the story, I suppose,…

It was late and I sat in the back of the public bus but there weren’t many people on it. She told me to dress in the short cloth skirt and it barely covered my naked shaven pussy. And as instructed, I wore the small top without a bra. I could not help but feel dirty in this place. I was her little toy and she sat two seats ahead of me, dressed far more demure than me, watching me. A man got on at one of the stops wearing torn jeans and a hard rock t-shirt of some sort. He walked toward the back and glanced at me before…

I couldn’t believe that I was back in Millington. So much had changed. The last time I was here, the streets were lined with Marines and young Sailors, headed to bars like the Brass Rail, but now, the streets were quiet, most of the bars and tattoo parlors had closed. I couldn’t believe it was a Friday night and the streets we so quiet. As we made our way to our destination, it became difficult to believe that when I was stationed here it was a booming naval base. The only lights I noticed were the ones at McDonald’s and the base hotel, Navy Lodge. As we pulled up in…

Treffen mit einem Türkischen EhepaarErlebnisbericht, daher sind die Namen geändert. Nun folgt eine Kurzvorstellung des Pärchens:Sie: Melek, 43 Jahre alt, 165 cm groß, 61 KG, Schwarze HaareEr: Cihan, 49 Jahre alt, 177 cm groß, 105 KG, Dunkelbraune HaareNun zur Story:Ich hatte eine Anzeige gestaltet, indem ich ein Wifesharing beziehungsweise ein Cuckold Paar suchte. Nach einigen Tagen erhielt ich eine Mail von Cihan. Er schrieb mir, das er schon seit einiger Zeit den Wunsch hat Melek beim Sex mit einem anderen Mann zu beobachten. Weiterhin hätte er den Wunsch, einen Schwanz zu blasen. Wenn es mir zusagen würde, sollte ich Ihm eine kurze Mail mit Bild schicken. Dies tat ich dann…

MilaIch habe Mila in einem Hobbyhuren Forum sehr direkt und deutlich angeschrieben.Ihre Antwort kam prompt am nächsten Tag: “Kehlenfick ist eine meiner größten Qualitäten”. Wenige Stunden später habe wir telefoniert. Nach einem längeren Gespräch sind wir so verblieben, dass ich sie sobald ich die Gelegenheit für ein Treffen sehe wieder kontaktiere. Ich vermutete dass sich innerhalb der nächsten zwei Wochen eine Möglichkeit ergeben würde.Am Abend bekam ich dann von meinem Kollegen mit dem ich eine Fahrgemeinschaft hatte eine Nachricht dass er am nächsten Tag nicht mit mir fährt. Sofort ist mir mein Telefonat mit Mila eingefallen. Ich habe kurz überlegt und sie dann über WhatsApp kontaktiert. Nach ein paar Nachrichten…