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MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART – 46 HIS FUCKKY BIRTHDAY It was Friday and most important thing was, my husband's birthday on that day. According to our original plan, we were to celebrate it privately taking dinner outside and then in our bedroom



This story might seem to slow down a bit from the rest, but I want to keep chronological order for those of you reading my stories. This story will lead to much bigger things, in later stories. Hope you enjoy and comment. I was about 9 when I had my first boyfriend
My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy young wife who is half Chinese, a very petite slip of a girl called Doris. No more than five foot tall, she has a slender, curvy figure and a pretty face, with a vaguely oriental look which makes her very attractive



I pulled down Nikkie’s little panties, to reveal her beautiful pussy, pink puffy lips, wet as a hose, and it was just the kinkiest thing ever. I kissed the out side of it and heard Nikkie moan; she clamped her knees against my head and moaned more
"What the hell is going on here?" I asked. "That's a damn good question! Amy? Whenever you're ready." Isabella chimed in. "Okay, okay. Matt, I'm not the rich heiress I led on to be in school. I'm the only daughter of a house maid; your house maid
Marquis For Lunch I had just finished my meeting and had some time to kill. It was a beautiful hot summers day and as I walked from Russel Square tube station I looked at the time
The Vampire's Kiss Chapter 14: Passion's Trap The scent of feminine lust filled the SUV as Damien D'Angelo drove it through the streets of Chicago, the impending violence exciting Abigail and their women
“Dude, seriously?” “Yup,” I say, while taking a sip of my beer. Jerry is very enthusiastic about my weekend transgression. I told him what happened because, I couldn’t hide the stupid grin on my face. “And you spend the whole night with this chick?” “I did


The Deep woods where as dark as ever this night. Trees where large and thick, and a mist lay over the ground. A nature that was pristine yet foreboding. In the distance a light burned in a small clearing



Gray’s POV: June 2016 It’s been a constant struggle as of late. Six months ago the doctors told Tessa and I that my health was not going so well. Seems I have a spinal disease that I can’t even pronounce. My daughters try and help me when they are home
The twins split up to conduct their separate investigations. Brooke leads Shelly to a new place that even the Pillars don’t know about, while Jessica opens up about her past



I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and I'm now sharing them as she believes they're worthy of being posted. In this story I'm telling it directly to her



I've been on a business trip, and I was only supposed to get home the day after tomorrow. But I figured the last two days will be nothing but partying and getting to know bisness associates. So, skip the partying and get home and nail the wife to the wall



The first to wake up was Taylor Swift. Her eyelids opened gradually, feeling extremely heavy, and she felt groggy. Taylor brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes and slowly sat up. She was sitting on a bed that wasn't hers in a room that she didn't recognize



Jennifer was an okay looking woman. She was quite a bit insecure with her size (18 in jeans), but she knew there were men who liked their women a little bigger. She had amazing 40DD breasts, which drew attention even on a bad day. She was proud of them