Bi-sexual - Page 22



I had just gotten back to the office from a late lunch meeting with a senior client and was quiet please with how everything had played out. I was sure the deal was final and we were guaranteed some additional business here on the west coast once all of the paper work was signed



Bi-Curious? Not anymore. Okay, so you have read the title and it has caused you to see what the story is about I guess. So, without further ado, I will relate the details as follows: Let’s say I’m in my later forties



Sophie Tania pulled Sophie into the nearest taxi outside the club and sat down, her beautiful eyes flashing with excitement and expectation



It's good to be King Chapter 4 It's winter now



Some time ago one older lady convinced me to set up a web page with contact details and a bio so I could offer my services. She even measured my cock with a tape measure she ‘just happened to have handy’ while I had a full erection, while she was sucking me



He growls playfully in response, unlocking the Slave's chain from the wall and jerking roughly. The slave scrambles to her feet, heart aflutter with anticipation as she follows the red-marked nude form downstairs and outside



Waiting in your hotel room. Dressed in your sexy little black nighty, you lay on the bed waiting per instructions for me. Blindfold on and ready for our encounter to begin



WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental



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



Daddy said thank you for your comments and he will do his utmost to make me pay for making him look silly. What this entails I cannot say but he has read all the comments and is furious with the results and me
This is a fictional about a white wife cheating with a black man. If that type of story doesn't appeal to you, simply don't read it. There is some light incest here too. Introduction My sister, Trish, and I were enjoying a post-sex bath together
In the previous part of this story, Janet (my lesbian partner) lovingly confronted me about my relationship with my twin brother, Stan, with whom I have been having hetero sex since we were children
Pleased to meet you, my name is Nick, I am a wrestling coach. I wrestled in high school, paid my way through college wrestling, and now I teach it. I am not one of those coaches that is a teacher that just happens to be available to coach also



(To read earlier chapters, or my other stories, you can use the yellow MrSoftee profile link at the top of the page) ………………. John Mellors lay stunned, trying to take in this most momentous moment in his young life so far
Part 2: I woke up still spooning with Bella and with a smile on my face. I still couldn’t believe what happened last night. I finally professed my love to the girl of my dreams and made love to her too. I wanted this to last as long as possible so we had to start being careful