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A few weeks ago I stayed with my friend Karla--we've been friends for years and dated in high school. She was the first girl I ever fucked but that was a long time ago and she's been dating a woman named Nicole for the past couple years.
I finally visited her after about 3 years, and met Nicole for the first time. Karla is petite with curly brown hair and smaller tits but a nice ass. Nicole is a little taller with long brown hair and has phenomenal tits. We spent the day wandering around, getting sushi and drinks, and hit another bar before going back to their place. We had a drink together before we all went to our rooms.
I was stretching out on the guest bed when I heard a faint moan, and a creaking from above. I was silent for a minute and heard another moan. I realized they we
I am sitting here naked in my garage, well I have a pair of pantyhose on normally and another I cut the crotch out of and pulled over my head and used the legs as arms covering my upper body.
I wanted to tell you about the fun I had last night. I was horny as always as my sexless wife was sleeping on the couch. Wearing only my full slip, I wander out to the kitchen to see what I could find that was fun and satisfying. Looking in the pantry I found a fresh can of Crisco and then a banana. I took them out to the backyard and began to look for something to fuck with them. I found it, the cold cinder block wall and my wild imagination. I pulled the slip over my head exposing my whole body. I opened the Crisco and smeared half the can on my chest, belly, cock, balls, and under my crotch and
This is a true story and really happened
When I was just a boy I realized that women’s clothing was softer and sexier. I started to steel panties from my sisters and loved the way they fit and felt,When I was just a boy I realized that women’s clothing was softer and sexier. I started to steel panties from my sisters and loved the way they fit and felt, it was so smooth and hugging. I would wear them to school. Then I moved up to pantyhose, skirts and blouses. I would go out at night sneaking them out, finding a secluded place like the high school stadium, put them on and walk around. I would always get to horny and end up beating off. When I was old enough to get a car I had a place to hide my collection and would also drive around fully dressed in women’s clothing.
It was m
I am a 60-year-old man now, married to a Korean woman who does not like sex and is not willing to test fun things out. Since I am not the best-looking guy, and cannot pick up women, and a sex acholic, I had to find alternatives. I have learned how to play with myself and found some real fun. I started like any other guy by masturbating but craved more.
One of my passions was soft silky sexy woman’s clothing. Since my wife is so much smaller than me, I had to buy them myself. Starting with panty’s in Walmart, stockings, garters, slips, dresses, and blouses. When my wife was at work, or I was on road trips I would put them on and walk around the house and beat-off while wearing them. This was still not enough. I loved to get dressed completely up in women’s clothing, silky and sexy, putt
First off, I should probably tell you that I'm the horniest slut you'll ever see. My favorite thing to do is masturbate, but I'm to shy to ask a guy to fuck my brains out. I masturbate all day, I can't help it! Usually, I do it at school. My name is Cassy and I'm a 15 year old sophomore at an urban school. I have dirty blonde hair, perky teen tits, a nice round ass I got from playing soccer. My female friend say I'm super hot, but guys say I'm unapproachable. It's so frustrating! The problem is, there are so many hot guys in all my classes! It makes it even harder for me to resist my urges, so recently I just gave up trying to resist and mastubate whenever I want.
Today I was in math class, my first block of the day. It was also probably my favorite because the desks were closed on the
It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.
Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the commo
It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.
Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the commo
Showing off my new bikini – in my Uncle's back yard pool
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I give my Mexican Uncle a lot of credit for helping me develop my exhibitionist side. And he is the reason I like Latino men so much. We had an interesting relationship to say the least. We kept it private which worked for both of us. I felt no one would have understood and it would have caused trouble for him and embarrassment for both of us.
After spending time with him on his farm, I got pretty close to him. My Mom had divorced my Dad and my uncle filled a void I felt when my Mom and I moved out. But now that we had moved into an apartment, I felt confined to say the least. On our Hill Country Texas ranch, I rarely wore clothes, something my parents, and my older boy sibling eve
Practically my entire life I’ve been sexually infatuated with my dad’s wife (well ex wife now) when I was like 5 she would walk around the apartment naked, or just in small thong panties on the way to the dryer. Once she bought some lingerie (lace stockings, garter, open-cup bra and stilletos. She came out of the bedroom to surprise my father but I saw it all too. I think it was too much too soon, like an overload before the engines are warmed up. It wasn’t long (it was probably that day) that I started sensual jack-of-all-trades sessions centered on jenny. She was beautiful and sexy but still real. She could a dirty girl. She would usually go to the bathroom with the door open so I could watch her urinate or poop and she didn’t mind. I remember standing at the door with my little
This is a story of fiction.
It was a summer rush hour in LA. I need to take the train to meet a friend early in the evening for a party in a club.
I'm all dressed up in a tight fitting top that doesn't leave much to the imagination. I'm not wearing a bra either. My silk skirt is short and flirty. A small breeze will lift it up to show my white thong that is clinging to a shaven pussy.
As I was standing and waiting for the train, I can tell that I'm getting some attention when my skirt lift up with the breeze. I can only hold the front of my skirt as my other hand was holding a big paper bag with a present to my friend.
Everyone was feasting on my nice ass. My boyfriend always tell me that I'm the only girlfriend he had with an ass to kill for. I take that as a comple
I own a fairly active Family medical practice in Portland and have worked for 9 years building it up with accolades from most of my patients. Part of my success is from my excellent staff of women who seem to cater to every need of the clientele. My best asset is my Head Nurse, Lynn, who seems to have ESP when it comes to meeting needs and is competent as hell to boot.
Anyway, I was in clinic one morning when a long-time patient arrived for her appointment for a ‘check up’. Lynn recorded her intake height, weight and vital signs, determined that she was neither bleeding nor infectious then put her in the exam room. I quickly read the past visit notes in her chart, then entered the room alone. I normally don’t take a female staff nurse into the exam room with me for these visit un
Please allow me to introduce myself. My Name is Paul, i am almost 40 years old and married to my lovely wife Betty for about 10 years now. Betty is a few years younger than me and is a really gorgeous woman: From her long dark hair, to her nice breasts and her tight ass, e
Hello readers! This is Niloy and I am from Dhaka, Bangladesh. My email address is: hotplayboybd@yahoo.com. Many of you requested me to write a roleplay story. So, here I wrote a short and sexy roleplay for you.
You have been lying on the soft silk sheets of the bed for a few minutes now. You haven't seen anything for a half hour. I've
I got into the shower and washed my hair quickly...pinning it up when it was done because I hate the feel of it clinging to my neck and back when it's wet. I love the scent of my new shampoo and shower gel. It's cinnamon/nutmeg and when I'm finished, I smell like a freshly baked spice cake.
I lathered down my whole body......paying particular attention to my nipples as I do my breas
I am home alone and decided to raid the lodgers underwear draw, in the hopes of finally being rewarded with panties.
Me watching and my step-brother masturbating to my step-sister pleasuring herself.
It all happened When Me and My Dad moved in with my step-mother. My step-mother had 2 kids A boy and a girl. A the time they were 15 and 14 and me being 15 as well. It was a small house for to live in together so it was pretty cramped.
So When One Day When my Dad and my Step-mother went out all appeared to be normal. I was in my room, My step-brother was on the computer in the living r
The girls circle jerk has a hot time after school, while still on school property.
I have always had a thing for my neighbor Mrs. Laura ever since I was younger. She always seems to turn me on whenever I see or think about her. She is about 5'10", very slim, smally perky tits, nice tight round ass, and short blonde hair. She is in her later 40s and still sexy as hell. I have masturbated to the thought of her and fantasizing about her forever. I cant even count the numbe
Mom and daughter enjoy more solo time together.
Bored girls find a great way to enjoy a quiet afternoon.
Jennifer dicovers the joys of riding the Benny train in class.
Mom and daughter enjoy some solo time together.
hates gardening. Unfortunately for her, she has a large one.†“So why does she not get her husband to take care of it?†enquired Sam. “Probably because she is single.†Laughed his mother. “Ahh that might prove to be a drawback I suppose.†“I’ll let you think about it. If you are interested, I’ll give you the address and you can go and see her.†“Cheers mum.†‘Bonus’ thought Sam. Pocket money. His sister soon destroyed his happy mood. She had obviously decided to turn the heat up. That evening, whenever she thought their parents were not looking, she gave her brother long sultry looks. Sam tried to ignore her, with little success. Sam imagined himself going down to the opticians to see if they sold ‘Come to bed contacts’ as his sister seemed to be wearing a pair. Every time he caught her gaze he developed a raging erection. Perversely, Sam did not want to leave the presence of his parents, as he did not want to be alone with his sister. He even made sure that she went to bed before he did. As he stripped and got into bed, he expected the door to open and his sister walk in. Tired as he was, sleep eluded him. He decided to do the gardening job. Not so much for the money, but to get away from his sister. The next morning he told his mother that he was interested. She gave him the address and explained that her friend had tools and would provide lunch. Putting on some old clothes he wheeled his bike out the garage. Hopefully he mentally waved his sister and his physical desire good bye. The day was pleasant, with the promise of heating up later. The area the house was in was upper middle class. All with large, well kept gardens and neatly trimmed lawns. This helped to identify his destination, as the garden stood out like a municipal tip. The grass was so long and unkempt that if any flower beds had existed, they were beyond redemption. It looked like he would have to work for his money. Leaving his bike leaning against the dilapidated front fence, he carefully negotiated the grasping barbarous that had once lined, now dominated the path. Safely at the front door, he rang the doorbell. Sam was surprised when he heard the chimes reverberate around the inside of the house. The condition of the garden had not provided good omens on the condition and workings of the house. He did not have to wait long before the door was enthusiastically wrenched open. Sam found himself standing in front of a rather vivacious, mid thirty something old woman, who’s conservative style of dress did not seem to match the rather excitable nature on show. “Are you Sam?†Unconsciously Sam looked around before replying. “Yes.†“Come in. Come in. No need to stand out there like a stranger. You will get plenty of time to look at the garden over the next few days.†Sam found himself all but dragged into the house. Inside, Sam discovered the interior to be at odds with the exterior. The inside, he noticed as he was ‘assisted’ along the hallway, was spotless and well maintained. Surfaces were clean and shiny. Pictures adorned the walls and shelves and cabinets were tastefully placed. Some contained old, possibly rare – and by default, expensive- books. Others held nick-knacks and other, not quite fitting in, ornaments. “I’m Lorna. If your mother hasn’t already told you.†Sam couldn’t recall his mother telling him her name. That did not mean she had not. He did not always fully listen to his mother, as she had a tendency to harp on a bit. “Uh. Hello Lorna†He replied some what lamely, remembering some small vestige of manners. Lorna noticed him studying his surroundings. “I’m not a great fan of the outdoors, I’m afraid. All that mucky dirt. Creepy crawly things, and thorny bushes that rip into your legs. No not for me. I much prefer a feather duster to a spade.†“Riiiight.†Sam said slowly, thinking that Lorna may be a bit ‘lost’ upstairs. “There’s a toilet through there, kitchens through here. If you get hungry, like I’m sure a growing boy like yourself will, there’s plenty of food lying around that you can help yourself to.†“What about the garden?†Sam asked. Lorna stopped to look at him. “What about it?†“Well you know, what do you want done with it? Apart from tidying it up, that is.†“Anything you want. As long as it looks tidy I’m happy.†Sam mentally pictured the wilderness that he had just walked through and the words ‘blank check’, popped into his mind. “Fine, I’ll get started then.†“Lunch about half twelve suit you?†“That’s fine by me. By the way where are the tools kept?†“OH! Silly me. The garage round the back has all the tools. Rummage around and help yourself.†“Cheers. I’ll err, see you later then?†“O.k. then, byeee†“Christ†thought Sam “What have I let myself in for.†The garage, though neat and ordered like the house, showed a thick layer of dirt over every surface, proving that it had not been entered -at least by a human, if the varied little tracks in the dust were anything to go by- for some considerable time. There was a wide variety of power tools on offer as well as the more mundane, hand and muscle variety. That had been one of his worries. That he would turn up and there would only be a spade and a fork with a broken handle. There was a petrol mower looking rather forlorn in the corner, so he wheeled it out into the sunlight. It did not appear to be in to bad a nick. Sam cast his eye around the interior of the garage for something that might vaguely be liquid and flammable. A jerry can sat under a long disused workbench. Sam kicked it experimentally. It sloshed. “Bonus†he said as he flicked the top up and sniffed the contents. It smelt like petrol. Sam looked at the mower, “Soon find out.†Sam filled the mower tank, then tried to suss out how to start it. After five minutes of starter cord pulling, he was about to give up when the engine kicked into life. Thick black clouds of smoke belched from the exhaust. “Bloody hell†Sam retreated back from the mower. Slowly the smoke began to disappear and the engine ran smoother. Reassured that the mower was not about to turn into the gardening version of a claymore mine, he approached and took control of the handle. The work was hard going as the grass was so long that the mower did not cut it properly on the first, second or third passes. Nor could he relax into it, as every now and then he would hit something that would make the mower buck with a loud bang. Occasionally when it kicked, something would fly away with such speed that he only caught the movement out the corner of his eye. As exhausting as it was, the sheer simplicity of the work was calming. Sam slowly settled in and pushed all thoughts of his sister away. “YOU WHO!†Sam jerked out of the daze that he had unconsciously slipped into and looked over. Lorna was waving at him from the back door. Sam turned the mower off. He headed over to her, his ears ringing slightly, his hands and arms feeling funny after the prolonged vibration. “I’ve made some lunch if your are interested?†Sam stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it, to see if made a difference to the ringing. His attention brought back to reality, he noticed that he was indeed hungry. “Great!†He replied. Lunch turned out to be a salad, with thick slices of meat and a selection of sauces in pots. Sam wolfed the lot down with gusto. Only afterwards did he feel embarrassed over his haste. Lorna appeared not to mind. As they ate, Lorna kept up a steady stream of conversation, with Sam, mouth full, grunting occasionally. Hunger satisfied, Sam left Lorna to tidy up and headed back out to the garden. At the doorway he paused to admire his work. The garden looked different already. He had almost finished cutting the grass and the difference that cutting the grass made surprised him. In his minds eye he started to plan where he would put flowerbeds and some of the ornaments that he had discovered in the garage. As his stomach settled down, he made his way over to the lawnmower. By the time he had raked all the cut grass up and cleaned the lawnmower it was time to head back home. He said his farewells to Lorna and with the confirmation that he would be back first thing the next day, hea
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