Oral Sex - Page 362

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content

I've been married to my wife for 7 years now and we have an interesting sex life. It's not a normal marriage in any sort of way. 24 hours a day I am her slave and do everything she asks of me

Part One My wife, Amanda and I were sitting on the couch watching some Netflix and finishing some Chinese takeout when I heard a knock at the back door. "What now?" I grumbled as I paused our show and got up to make my way through the house to see who it was

Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy

My name is Jason, I’m 15 years old. I'm a pretty sexy kid, at least that’s what the girls at my school say. I'm about 5 ft 7 and 167 pounds. I wouldn’t say I am gay, but rather bi, but I would rather fuck a guy any day of the week

The next day in class, Nicole wouldn’t even look at me. Worst of all, rumors spread through school like a wildfire. I overheard several conversations about her after English class. They called her a tranny, shemale and a slew of other transphobic slurs

##Ke, Nivagi, and Stsm are all my girlfriends. This is what they did for my birthday.## Last Friday was my birthday, so I took the day off and slept in with Stsm. I was depressed and tired, so I opted to cancel my daytime plans and just stay in and try to get things accomplished

“Jillian phoned me today,” I tell Roger the next night over dinner. “We had a long and very intimate conversation and she asked lots of very personal questions about our sex life

Chapter One: A Year Ago Carthalo and Hadvar stood at the mouth of the cave, breathing heavily. "I can't believe we made it out of there alive." Hadvar said between gasps for breath

Background (This is a continuation of the story, thought I’d lead off with a brief background, for those who haven’t read part 1 yet): I’m Meg… Paul and I have been enjoying our Lifestyle for a couple of years now

Intimacy Coordinator: Hi Danni. Do you understand what’s expected of you from this scene today? Danni: Yes, it’s a simulated rape kinda thing. I’ve done this before. It’s not a big deal. Intimacy Coordinator: That’s great

The world was drowned out by the sound of her own rapidly pounding heart, the fortitude of her long overused muscles steadily failing and surging with twinges of pain from each galloping stride

PROLOGUE Barbie Bergen drove her Toyota slowly through the howling blizzard, on her way to a Christian Youth Camp. The rest of her friends were already there, gathered for a weekend ski trip at a nearby resort

A day of mixed fortunes has me confused. Screwing my best friend’s husband messed me up but it was soon forgotten when I had a great time with Barry. I was almost sorry I gave him a fake name. Sunday became a turning point in my life

The Slut Tamer I had been in the swinging lifestyle for a few years and had met with three or four couples. One couple and I really hit it off and we became friends. I still go over and play with her once in a while

Intro/day 1: For years have been in love with my beat friend Jesse. She's the prettiest girl I'll ever know.she's 13. She's short, blonde hair, you can easily tell she has a tight pussy, and he has nice boobs, 32c. I've loved her ever since the second grade

Tuesday Afternoon - part 1 Jack Winters pulled up in front of a nice looking house on Elm street. Mia and Maya sat in the back seat and they had barely been able to keep their hands off of each other

The Interview Hmm, maybe the blue, no, it has a hole in the leg. Cassandra Lynx looked over the contents of her suit case, strewn all over the bed and floor of her hotel room

I babysat for Dave and Jenny quite a few times over the next few weeks and almost every time it would result in Dave fucking me either back at the house or as he was taking me home in his car, but this was less enjoyable as it was a bit cramped and more rushed

Life was hard. I was 18 and out in the world by myself. My home life was not a pleasant situation. My Dad beat my Mom and if I happened to get in the way, he’d pound me to a pulp. I left home when I was 14. I wanted to stay and help my mom but I just couldn’t take it anymore