Bi-sexual - Page 160
Well, my ex-husband was an Lt in the Air Force and he just never could make Capt. He tried his best but his evals and scores were just not at the top plus his recommendations from his Commander, Col



Old Friends New Lovers #4 Friends meet the Monster Bonnie – WF, mid 50's, 5’, 140 lbs



The sun shown through the window of Lia Harrison's swanky Atlanta home. Actually the house belonged to her father, the medical director over the ER at a prestigious hospital in Atlanta,
James sat in the car outside his house and reflected on his options. He needed to fix his mistakes and change the husks back to their original state, but he was unsure about how to do it



Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter
So with John gone and we were back on the search again, luckily he had not left us empty handed. In a rather flattering move he asked if he could tell a friend he knew about us
My first true bi experience is still one of my hottest memories. I say "first true experience" because it was the first real bisexual thing I'd been involved in


The ride back was pretty intense. We had chosen the Skipper's trail to go down. It was probably a little too advanced for me. Paul had the time of his life launching himself down vertical drops. Whereas I was a little more circumspect. Perhaps a metaphor that summed us up perfectly
I had been chatting with husband and wife for a few weeks online, and it was finally time to meet. I had decided to meet the husband first since I had been told he was a submissive little slut, but had never really been with a dominate man
One Dark Wintry Night By Jax_Teller I was searching for sexual entertainment one dark wintry night in Buffalo NY. It was hard finding any activity in a town covered in thirty six inches of fresh snow with wind chills of minus twenty seven
My friends say I’m over sexed, I think they’re under sexed. By the way, I’m Meg.. I’ve kept my self in shape, watching my diet and exercising. From the way men stare at by beasts and turn their heads when I walk by, I’d say men like what they see



Matt woke up the next morning to the feeling of soft, warm flesh on top of him, two mounds pressing into his chest. His cock was rubbing against something wet, and he could hear soft breathing



The Curse of Magic Mansion by BD Long -------- It was a dark and stormy night…. But that’s skipping ahead. The day had actually been quite pleasant
The most rememberable event of my teenage years, was a three day train ride aboard the Amtrack from my parent's house in Washington State, to my grandparent's house down in Florida



Melanie by Diomedes050465 For nearly twenty years James Sinclair had worked in any number of companies, “learning the business world” as his father had put it