I'm now twenty-one, and for the past two years my weekly routine has hardly changed. Monday to Friday I study medicine at University where I am a live-in student, and the evenings are spent doing tutorials or catching up on some writing. I hope one day to be a hospital consultant but have a further three years to go in order to get my degree. Saturdays I work from ten until six as a checkout operator at my local Sainsburys to supplement my grant, which means by Saturday night I am absolutely fed up with work.
I had just finished my shower for the night and decided to check my email, when I heard a knock at my door. Not thinking about how I was dressed, panties and a long t-shirt, I went to see who it was. I opened the door and saw it was HIM! I opened my mouth to speak but HE quickly placed HIS hand over my mouth and spun me around, clasping me to his chest before I could move. He shut and locked the door behind us and walked me into the living room with his hand over my mouth.
I'm going to keep a dairy of my emotions tonight. I plan to write a little something at least each hour. I'm doing this because it does two things. First it gives me something to do and secondly many people have asked how I feel at such times. You see my wife, Dena, and I have an open marriage. At least it's a one sided open marriage. Throughout our 14 year marriage I have remained monogamous while Dena has had many lovers. I don't mind her affairs, in fact I was the one who suggested she date other men.
Suzi had always been quite adventurous when sex was any part of the equation. The 24-year-old, who had spent most of her life thus far living in and around Seattle, was known as one of the "easiest" girls to bed during her high school and college years. Not only was she wanton and loose in her ways, but Suzi was also beautiful - and she knew it. Suzi made several men her victim by charming them with her body. Her hair was naturally-blonde and went down well past her shoulders, to the midpoint of her back. She was tight and compact at 5-foot-5 and 101 pounds, and was stunning with a 36d-23-34 figure.
A friend of mine, "Horny" Hal Gudmunsen, recently opened his own tanning salon. What I heard about this, I just had to go check it out! I just couldn't picture him running his own business. Hal, of all people! Besides, my own "tan" needed definite improvement. So I followed the directions he gave me, and found the salon in a surprisingly elegant little shopping center. It was located right on the end, closest to the street, and had a big sign that read:
The time immediately following our first threesome with Rick was extremely difficult for me. On one hand I was angry that she had gone through it and allowed Rick to fuck her, and I actually felt jealous of him. The thought that Rick had penetrated Kim's pussy with his cock and deposited his cum inside her left me burning with envy. Her wonderful cunt, that had known no other cock, had eagerly accepted Rick's. On the other hand, the very same thoughts became my primary sexual turnon. When Kim and I made love, I found myself incredibly aroused by the knowledge that I was fucking the same pussy that had so expertly milked Rick's prick of its seed.
Last Friday, something happened to me that I feel I must share with you and your readers. I am a graduate student at an Ivy League school, and with the workload that entails, I don't usually have the time to go looking for much adventure. But, this time adventure found me.
"Christina, I want you to become very, very horny." I said as I purposely rubbed my growing member. "I am your master. You must obey me. You are totally mine. Now spread your legs and let me explore your body." "Yes, master." she said as she parted her legs. Her legs were silky smooth, and felt sooo good. I slowly and purposely moved my hands past her knees and outlined her secret region with my hands. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I took liberties with her. I massaged her clit until her it felt prominent. I felt for lubrication, and then tentatively inserted one finger, then two inside her, finger fucking her while rubbing her clit.
Once upon a time, in a well known Ivy League University, there was a student who earned her living by working in one of the offices. She was always the most prim and proper lady, and mantained a professional attitude. One day it came to pass, as it does with all college students, that she graduated. And to celebrate, she invited all her associates -most of them males- to her room for a celebratory party. This in itself came as a surprise since nobody believed her to be the party throwing type, and everyone knew she never attended them.
Misty was a typical girl, she worked hard and had gained some good qualifications, but she was very shy and at 20 years old was still a virgin. She went out lots of times but was saving herself for the right guy.
Alyssa's sexuality got the better of her and soon shed fund herself in Scott's arms cheek to cheek on the dance floor. Could it be that she wore no panties? Things got even hotter when they found Jamie and Mark in the middle of hard core petting in one of the darker corners of the nightclub. Needless to say it all finally ended with them being more or less thrown out by one of the nightclub attendants.
Rick was just starting to go to sleep when the phone rang. He rolled over and reached for the receiver. "Hello?" He said, weakly. "Rick? Are you alright?" It was his girlfriend, Allison. Actually, she meant much more to him than that, but that was the closest term that fit their current relationship status.
I have always fantasized about getting my wife to have sex with other men especially a black man. But every time I brought up the subject she acted as she was not interested. Let me describe my wife Linda she is 33 years old 5 foot 6, long blond hair, she has 38c breasts and a beautiful round butt. She looks a lot like a young Kim Basinger with bigger breasts. As for me I am 43 years old, 5 foot 9, 175 pounds average size cock.
The phone rang, I immediately recognized the voice of my Mistress, Erica R. She told me that she would pick me up in two hours and that I was to take a bath, making sure that all of my holes were clean, and fix my hair. I was to put on the red velvet mini skirt and white satin blouse that she bought for me yesterday. She added that I would be punished if I wore either a bra or panties.
One long kiss goodbye and he was gone. The first night proved restless; when reading failed to induce sleep, Karen shuffled out of bed and turned on the computer. After an hour of pointless surfing, she came across an article about hypnosis. Her interest piqued, she navigated to another article, then another. Karen's roused curiosity spurred her to join a hypnosis club. Before she knew it, she was chatting with a man about the success of online hypnosis and the possibility of giving it a try sometime. The lengthy discussion ended in the early morning hours with a promise to connect again and perhaps pursue the prospect further.
Connie and I were fooling around a little after we got in bed one night like we often do when she surprised me. She asked me to put my cock in her ass. We'd never done such a thing through six years of marriage. I can't say it hadn't crossed my mind, but I certainly never thought Connie was thinking along those lines! I thought she might be joking, but when I suggested that, she insisted she wanted my cock in her ass. And she had K.Y. jelly there, ready!
A purr of perfect contentment eased from your soft lips as you drew the lustrous green shawl around your shoulders and curled up on the Persian carpet in front of the fire. The shawl hugged the top of your shoulders, your back, your buttocks, your thighs and calves in a smooth relief 'S' shape. S for sexy.
Ukko woke up at sunrise. A few muscles in his back protested as he shifted, reminding him of the night before. He became aware of the warm body next to him. He opened his eyes and saw Abigail resting on her side, looking at him. "Hi," she said. "Hey you," he replied. Ukko let his eyes wander over her smooth curves. The first sunrays of the days caressed her thigh and shoulder, adding an angelic quality to her beauty. If Shilohin would ever walk among mortal men, he thought, this is what she would look like. She stared back, as she had done for a while. She ached in places long forgotten.
Mistress Monica escorted her four clients down to her dungeon. She wore a black bustier and girdle, with red trim, designed to highlight rather than reveal her feminine attributes. Her black mask, designed by a friend who was a professional costumer, gave her a vaguely sinister appearance.
I had just about given up hope, but this day would change my life for ever. It was my last interview for a great job, and I was nervous as hell to begin with. I entered into the office of a big corporation and was greeted by the receptionist who led me into another private office, where I was to fill out some more papers before my interview. The secretary was quite a looker. She wore a blue pinstripe business suit and had long brown hair that she had braided. She looked as if she belonged in the movies, not the business world.
I like picking up different girls and screwing them the first night. Mostly all it takes to get 'em open-legged and 'sans panties' is a bit of alcohol, other times they might need some bullshit lies and a dose of verbal reassurance before they'll spin on my cock. I never give a shit about precautions, and with the amount of spunk I shove into 'em I guess I must've spawned one or two along the way. Over the years I must've screwed hundreds of different girls, mainly from casual pick-ups in discos or at parties, and I'd always been able to judge the right moves to open 'em up. Always, that is, until I happened to meet one particular girl on a city disco floor.
I've been working the streets for a long time and I know all the ends and outs of the flesh market. I have six she-males that work for me and I get 50% of everything they make plus all the sex I want, any time I want it. I make them work seven days a week rain or shine.
I was growing pretty tired of looking at the screen, and watching my program crash again for the eighty-seventh time. How am I going to get it to work???? I heard Teri yell "yay!" from the next room -- guess she beat it again! Every time I've played that program, even at "Level 1", I get beat badly. I couldn't help smiling as I thought of Teri in front of the Mac, clapping her hands and probably resetting the program for another game, and wearing her cock-stiffening combination of T-shirt and tight shorts.
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