Erotica - Page 163
Chapter 3: What now? It was three in the afternoon when Bianca and Daniela each took a mug of hot chocolate out in the porch. After opening the awning they sat on garden chairs to watch the snow fall, and relax as they digested their lunch. "Oh, damn. I'm full



***Prologue*** Ever since she was a little girl, Barbie Lez had loved animals. In fact, her lifelong dream was to one day work in a zoo. So you can imagine just how thrilled she was when she finally landed a job at the city zoo mere days after her eighteenth birthday



“say, Nathan? How far do we have before we get to your house? Just five more blocks.” Tyler and Nathan have been friends ever since childhood. And even to this day Tyler still has yet to meet his mother. He has no idea what Nathan's mother looks like
I love working outand I just got home, stripped off my shirt still clinging to my chest, bent down and took off my mesh shorts and boxers. I stand up in the tub, close the shower curtainand turn on the water. It pelts my enlarged pectoral muscles



My Lady & Me ( A True Story) My Lady and I struggled sexually the first 30 years of our married life. Probably not much different than all other marriages. We spent of our life together those years working very hard to establish our professional lives, raising a family, etc
The first few hours of the night Sammi woke up frequently
I wake up with the sun already bright out forcing me to rub my eyes. i feel the bed next to me noticing there isn't another body there. I decide to investigate further and slip on my black and grey sweat pants and plain white tank top and head to the bathroom
"No!" I cry out. Ugg I just cant get it right. I crumple the paper that was my failed attempt at my art project. Sigh I look at my phone, its so late and I have to work tomorrow. I roll my eyes as I internally scold myself for asking for an extra shift



"The end of the enchantment was come and the Princess awoke, and she said: 'Is it you, my Prince? You have waited a long while..



A couple of months have passed and Carolyn was back visiting her former neighbor, Sharon. They were like sisters in many ways. Besides both loving sensual and sexual massages, they were both voyeuristic and would secretly watch each other get their erotic massage



Lesbian. Virgin. Nymphomaniac. Seemingly eclectic, all those words could be used to describe Barbie Lez. But the word most often used to designate this tight-bodied eighteen-year-old was hot. And sometimes even fucking hot! But Barbie did not care about her appearance



"So, did you like my pussy?" whispered 14-year-old Katie, with a sleepy smile. Scott softly panted, eyes closed. He stroked Katie's just-fucked cunt as his heart beat like a jackhammer. His head lay on her young chest, his shaggy hair flopped over her breasts



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Gill We left the relative shade of the peristyle garden with its white marble fountain depicting Venus, a ewer hoisted on her shoulder
The fog had rolled in thick earlier that morning but cleared out into a pleasant afternoon on the central west coast, with a low sun spreading a soft array of dim yellow stars falling faintly like snowflakes, shattering through the forestry surrounding the house