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My seat wiggled beneath me. “Getting tired?” I asked. “No…” His breathing strained, “I’m fine.” I ran my hand against his sandy blonde hair and gave him a quick pat, “Good boy.” My back ached from squatting on my boyfriend’s back, I honestly just wanted to sit on the couch at this point, but it was adorable to see how hard he worked to support my weight. “It has been a long time.” I rammed my hands into his back, his body quivered and sank down a few inches, “How long do you think it has been? Twenty, maybe thirty minutes?” “I don’t know.” His said in one breath. “Hmm.”…

[If you can’t tolerate Scat stories, don’t read this and complain–just don’t read it!] I knocked on the door–once, as instructed. After 40 or so seconds it slowly opened, a woman in her late 40’s stood there–black patent leather boots with six inch heels. She was otherwise naked; solidly built she was with deep blues eyes, long blond hair, firm, pillar-like legs, wide hips and full, large breasts that sagged only because they were so huge and round. Erect, long, nipples surrounded by small bumps spread throughout her huge breasts’ aureole. Her arms, toned and muscular, as were her shoulders; an enormous life-like, black strap-on swung between her legs, menacing…

Kayın pederimin Orospusu Oldum(ALINTI) Merhaba arkadaşlarım madem herkes başından genci yazıyor burada neden bende yazmayıyım dedim ve sizleri bu anımı anlatmaya karar verdi. Benim adım Gül naz ben 28 yaşında evlenmiş kendi halinde bir ev hanımıyım. Daha yeni evli olduğum için eşim Leventle her hafta sonu aile içi gezilere gidiyoruz herkesin gönlünü almaya çalışıyoruz. Eşim Levent sakın yapısı ile etliye sütlüye karışan bir insan değildir. Hafta sonları da kayınvalidem genelde pide yaptırır bizlere o pideye gitmek ve onlarla beraber yakmak kalır. Bu her hafta Pazar öyledir gitmeyen olursa kayınvalidemin çenesinden vay halimize durmak bilmez. Kayınpederimde aman şunu konuşturmayın da ne yaparsanız yapın der. Benim eşim iki kardeş birde kızları var…

Lüks Villada Seks!(1) (Tahsin 38 Y., Samsun)ALINTI Lüks Villada Seks! (1) (Tahsin 38 Y., Samsun) Merhaba, adım Tahsin, 38 yaşındayım. Karım Hanife ile 14 yıldır evliyiz. Çok istememize rağmen çocuğumuz olmadı. Parasızlık nedeniyle üniversiteyi ikinci sınıftan terk etmiştim. Maddi durumumuz iyi olmadığından karı koca birlikte pek çok işte çalışmıştık. Tarlalarda, çiftliklerde, meyve sebze veya fındık bahçelerinde yıllarca çalıştık. En son Ordu’da fındık toplama işinde çalışırken, fındık bahçesinin sahibi olan adam abisinin Samsun’daki villasına yatılı bir karı koca aradığını, kendisinin bizim çalışmamızdan memnun kaldığını, istersek orada çalışabileceğimizi söyledi. Hanife ile konuyu görüştüğümde üzerine atladı hemen. “Bu zamana kadar sağda solda sürünüp durduk, hiç olmazsa devamlı kalacak bir yerimiz olur!” dedi. Cevabımız…

Baby, …the things I would do to you if you were here with me right now… I would start by slowly drawing you near to me, kissing you every so softly, passionately, on your lips…savoring the taste of you…running my hands over your great body memorizing each and every curve with my hands. You would run your fingers through my hair and pull me closer, pressing your lips harder against mine, so hungry for my kisses. I begin to feel your hardness grinding against my pussy through our clothes. I can’t wait to get you inside of me….but first, I want to play a bit, get both of us REALLY…

Chapter 01: A Thakur Challenges Her Womanhood The marriage preparations were abruptly stopped. As usual, there was no provocation for it beyond a sharp exchange of words, and egos were bruised on all sides. The boy’s father, Thakur Hari Singh, flew into a rage when his plans for the young couple’s future were challenged by the girl in front of her father and other family elders. But what really set the stage for what happened next was the way in which the disagreement became a war of words. In the typical swaggering style of a feudal lord, the Thakur had pronounced that he would wait for exactly 9 months to…

My first sexual experience came on the very last day of high school, a few weeks after I turned 18. Exams had finished, grade 12 was over, and I was looking forward to making some money at my summer job and hanging out with friends before leaving my small hometown to head off to university. But first I to submit photos for a couple of scholarship applications. This was way back before the internet, and I had to get the photos taken at my high school, 26 miles down the highway. Long story short, our family was pretty low-income, we had no vehicle, but I managed to scrounge a ride.…

Hey, I am Merry, I am a normal teenage girl in a normal neighborhood with a normal family…Ha yea right, and don’t we all wish that we had a clean cut neighborhood, clean cut friends and family? Just like the Brady bunch! We want the trust and the love no matter what happens, we do not want to be blamed for something we ourselves never did. Well truth is we do not. Moreover, sad but true we have to live with it. I am 18 just starting to date, going to parties, got my first real kiss. That is when my mom went hyperactive, that is when my mom started…

For the reading pleasure of Adults. © Prahaar 2006. All rights reserved. Author’s note: Some of the sexually significant dialogue is in Gujarati or Hindi to preserve the original flavor. Every word has been translated into English. Thank you for all the feedback, comments, requests, story ideas, encouragement and exhortations to write more. They have motivated me to continue writing. Keep ’em coming. I really do appreciate the time you take to give me your opinions. I love hearing from my readers, particularly women! The more mischievous the greater fun! Who knows where that might take us! Please send comments to the address in my profile. * I was 20…

Growing up in a small farming town in the early 90’s is not what anyone would call exciting. Most times, it was about as fun as watching paint dry. Weekends could be fun, if you liked to go out and drink, or if you had a girlfriend. I had no girlfriend, did not like to party, and was not a typical small town farm boy. Needless to say I had a lot of free time on my hands. Autumn Friday nights in small town America mean one thing: FOOTBALL! Now I loved to play football, so for a while, I fit in, somewhat. I loved playing football, watching football, living…