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Reliving the Past Part 2
Getting through the rest of the evening was next to impossible. My panties were soaking wet from getting finger fucked in the bathroom so continuing to wear them was becoming more and more uncomfortable as I tried walking around and mingling with guests.
Tara And Wren
She had been stood up too many times before, so she told herself that she wouldn’t do it again. Blind dates were the worst. Yet here she sat at the bar with an amaretto sour in her hand. It had been awhile since she’d gotten out, and it was obvious by her choice of “blend into the crowd” attire. It was a new place and new faces, but similar décor as all the other gay bars out there. They had rainbow streamers over the bar, rainbow colored lights spiraled up and down the pillars, rainbow napkins and the like. All sprinkled over the same old faded oak and dark paneled walls. The bar stools were newer, with red vinyl tops. At least they were comfortable. She thought. She looked at her phone, it was ten to eight. She should be here in about ten minutes. She was nervous, she hadn’t been on a date for some time for good reason. She felt awkward and a little bit rusty. She kept checking herself over, wondering if she underdressed for the occasion. She ordered another drink as the bartender passed by again. The crowd started picking up and so did her nerves. She glanced at the time again, two minutes past eight. She looked around the room for a woman with red hair about mid-way down her back. She had told her she’d be wearing a denim jacket.
How I Talked My Friend into Seducing My Wife
Tara approached our table carrying a tray laden with two beers and a plate full of cookies and cheesecake. She wore a tank top and a pair of short shorts. The shorts were so damn short you could make out the V that is her pudenda. I wanted to glance at my friend, Mike, seated beside me to know if he, too, observed it, but I didn’t want to jinx things too soon. This was something Tara and I had planned out, and she especially wanted things to go in their natural way. No slip-ups, and especially no unnecessary prodding on my part.
I was knelt patiently at the foot of the bed, glancing up at the clock I see it’s a couple minutes before 6pm. I listened intently for the key that would soon be unlocking my front door. At exactly 6pm as expected I hear the key turn in the lock and the front door open. Within a few minutes ill know whether he’s had a stressful day at work or not. If he’s had a good day I could be knelt here for another hour before he comes upstairs to me. On the other hand if he’s had a bad day he should be climbing the stairs right about now. I angle my ear towards the bedroom door, I smile excitedly as I hear footsteps on the stairs already. I drop my gaze to the carpet in front of my knees, stopping smiling as I hear the bedroom door being pushed open. He walks to the edge of the bed in front of me and sits down, running his fingers through my hair slowly with one hand as the other hand is unbuttoning his pants. He runs his fingers down the side of my face and then tilts my head up so I can look at him. He looks tired and stressed, I gaze into his eyes patiently waited for permission to touch him. He stands to let his pants drop to the floor and then nods down at me. I groan softly and thank him for the permission before raising my hands up to his hips, gently stroking just above the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down. A smile spreading across my lips as I see he is already hardening for me. He grins back and then says “No teasing baby girl, I want it fast.” I lean my head forwards a little and lick across the tip softly just to taste the excitement already dripping from him. Then I let the tip brush across my lips as I wrap my fingers around the shaft, slowly at first stroking from tip to base but getting faster as I suck hard on the tip. His body shudders for me and a small groan escapes my lips. I suck right down to where my fingers are wrapped around the base and then back up to the tip. Hard and fast. Once I’m in a good rhythm I move my fingers from around the base and suck down further, the tip pushing deep into my tight little throat. His hips thrusting forwards every so often from the pleasure. I gaze up at him as I suck as far down as I can and hold still for a couple seconds, swallowing around the tip over and over. His eyes close as he groans, when they open again he grabs hold of my hair and wraps it around his fingers. Holding my head still as he starts to move, thrusting quickly but only enough for the tip to rub against the back of my throat. His grip in my hair tightens as he thrusts deeper, letting the tip push deeper into my throat. I start to gag as he thrusts harder. He pulls out after a few seconds to let me catch my breath and then thrusts deep into my throat again. Over and over like this for a few minutes before I feel his cock throbbing for me, I moan and feel him still as the vibrations travel through the shaft, his hand still gripping my hair but not as tight now. My eyes still locked on his as I suck right down to the base again and hold still, sucking and gagging for him. My eyes watering a little now. I feel his whole body stiffen so I suck back up to the tip again, swirling my tongue around it as he tightens his grip on my hair again. He thrusts deep into my throat again, this time losing control as I swallow around the tip. His whole body shuddering as he explodes for me. I swallow hungrily, trying not to spill a drop of his reward for me. Pulling my head back a little as his shudders start to subside but not taking my lips off him until I’ve swallowed every last drop. He sits down at the edge of the bed again, slowly catching his breath as he runs his fingers through my hair again. Smiling down at me and saying “Good girl, you know exactly how to destress me after a long day.” I nod happily as he pulls me up onto the bed next to him, we both lay back and close our eyes, his arms wrapped around me as we both drift off for a nap before dinner time.
More than I ever imagined
At age 30 I had became bored with my life I had spent the last 14 years with a man that I was not in love with .Sure he is a great guy for someone but not me I had always felt like something was missing like sexually I needed more but anytime I would try talking to him about it he would tell me that's not the way a women should talk to her man So I left him.
Me And My Math Teacher
I didn't understand math! I had already failed my exams once because of this difficult subject, and now that I was over eighteen years old, I couldn't afford to hit another wall: I had wasted enough time and student life was waiting for me with open arms. So I took the bull by the horns and paid for a tutor with my pocket money to come once a week to help me study for my final exam. I must admit, he didn't just give me a helping hand.
The Tiler's Wife
My name is Jack, I'm single. I want to tell you a sex story that happened to me in September 2016. I was having some major work done on my house, and I had hired two young workers to help me. We got along well, we had lunch together. Lola, the wife of Olivier, the tiler and youngest of the two manual laborers, would sometimes join us for lunch. At 24, Lola was very pretty. That day, she was wearing a beautiful little pink dress that showed off her lovely legs. As soon as I looked at her in her short dress, I fantasized about what was underneath
secrets with cancer.
“Hello.” “Hi.” “I’m Mr Hudson.” “Ms Evergreen.” “I seem to have mixed up my step. I'm looking for someone.” The door behind him closed with a gentle thud.
One night with her.
I knelt at the side of the bed. A position I found that came naturally to me when he requested it. He hadn’t even waited for me to follow his command before leaving the room again. I could hear his footsteps fading as I patiently awaited his return. My hands softly resting against my thighs and my head down, gazing at the pattern on the carpet. After what felt like an eternity I hear his footsteps coming back, this time he wasn’t alone. Two sets of footsteps slowly coming towards the bedroom. Muffled voices reaching my ears. I recognised his voice instantly but the other voice was new to me. A woman. His woman. My heart stilled as I remember the joke I’d made just days before. He had mentioned that she had never been with a woman before and I’d joked back that I could change that and give her a night she wont soon forget. The bedroom door was pushed open and they entered. He told her to ignore my presence for now, explaining that he wanted to try something new with her. They moved to the foot of the bed and he grasped her arm, pulling her into him as his arms encircled her. One hand moved to her neck, holding her head still as he moved in to kiss her. The other hand gliding down her back, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it up. He stepped back from her and pulled the t-shirt over her head, his eyes on me the whole time as I watch them. He pulls her close again and whispers something in her ear that I can’t hear. She turns to look at me and then nods, she looks a little nervous but also I can see the excitement. He walks over to stand in front of me, running his hand through my hair and making me groan softly. “Stand” he commands, and I rise instantly.
Ch. 7 The Note
Ch. 7 The note “Abbey! Where the fuck are you?” Sabrina screamed into her radio as she ran towards Abbey’s office. Finding her frantic and looking a mess she said “ you gotta see this fuck shit right here! You were right to be worried about Mr. Parker! He needs help!”
Ch. 6….. Captured Hello, my name is Darius Parker and I’m responding to the ad posted in the paper. It’s for a personal security detail. I’m highly interested and would like to get more information. Says nightly pay?
My First MILF
It's the summer before I start high school. There is a new renter living in our apartment complex. When she walks out of her apartment to check her mail. The closing of the screen door is like a dog whistle.