Erotica - Page 259

A PREQUEL TO ‘TOO MUCH RED WINE’ and RENE This my true account of living in the hinterland of St.Tropez, in the South of France, and before I met up with the beautiful Weimeraner, René. It is purely an account of a lesbian, and her strait-laced, hetro, married woman

Eric slips into Donna's house quietly. Easing up the stairs, tripping twice of course, to her room he passes Midge and Bob's bedroom and stops to listen. Good! All quiet. Since no one pays any attention to Bob he doesn't even realize that Bob is gone on business anyway

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART - 17 MASTURBATION AT MALL It started with a dare challenge. I am always corresponding via email and chatting with my best friend Angelina in Goa

My wife and I went away for our anniversary last week. While we were driving, my wife brought up a movie that we had seen last year on cable. I don't remember the name of it. It was just a goofy low budge movie on the Cable Free-bee's selection

It was a regular day about 10:30 am when I went outside to get the morning paper from my porch. It was a saturday. As I looked up I notice a new neighbor was moving in across the street. From what I could see she was gorgeous

My name is Avery Harper, MD, PhD, and I’m not afraid to die. In fact, I was in heaven. Since I was a young woman, I have studied exobiology, actually only possible biologies, for my entire twenty-year career, ever since I became a grad student

CHAPTER TWO: CHALLENGE DAY 1 The home we were brought to the night before the challenge was to begin had the appearance of something constructed to remind you of a palace from a time long ago

My husband and I were out celebrating our anniversary. Lunch went on to dinner and by 8ish we were pretty drunk. We were talking about spicing up our sex life and how we could do it. I admitted to my husband that I had never been to a strip club

If you didn't read the first part please do so. To all of those that wrote their comments to help me make my story better I thank you. This part is longer with the sex further away as I needed to develop the story. I hope you enjoy

I have done so many forms of this thing to my Girl, and these are only several of them The American River Bike Trail Those of you that have read my stories know that over the years, I love to take her parking mostly with a blindfold and her hands tied

MY SECRET LIFE BY WALTER VOLUME-2 Chapter III A day or two recruited me, I wrote to Camille who met me in the street, she had sent the girl to the theatre with a friend, so I went indoors with her

Two Girls and a Birthday *************WARNING****************** This story depicts sex between a father and his daughter and his niece. If this subject matter offends you then turn away now

Daddy loves his boat. Sometimes we thought he loved it more than Mommy and me. It is a 34 foot Chris Craft. He bought it new about three years ago and keeps it in a slip in Mission Bay. He named it 'Hubby's Hideaway'. He tells everyone about it

Me and my best friend, Sophie, have known each other since the first year of highschool. We were both pretty loud, and I think that's what brought us together. The first thought that went through my head when I first saw Sophie was how beautiful she was

“Oh, god, Brandon…” I moaned, as my brother stared at me, a wild look in his eyes. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” He didn’t reply, but as his hand moved higher and higher up my leg, his eyes turned red with lust

It fascinated her that such a thing could create life. His was laying off to the side showing a peek of what lay beneath, it looked like a fuzzy peach. Curiosity drove her to it and something else she couldn’t explain

Hem, medium heighted and curvy, had ass and tits that belonged in porn. She had shoulder-length brown hair and matching brown eyes a little Barbie doll. But this Barbie doll was the dirtiest fucking slut. God, I loved her. Unnati was short, thin, but with a lovely ass

Teacher's Pet Moving and having to transfer during your senior year of high school is quite difficult to do

Just three minutes to go. Harri’s computer time confirmed the hopeful news the office clock had already told her. She put her coffee cup to her lips—her “blowjob lips”, as Patricia often joked—and sank the final grainy dregs

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