“Ma'am you are going to have to wait until the marker is off the table before you take your money.” Willie the roulette table operator chastised me sufficiently and I snatched my hand back away from my pastel lavender chips. I felt my face go red and hot and I looked away until the clear, cylindrical shaped object, the marker, was removed from play.
It's only 6 AM and I am up sitting on my couch gazing out my window at the waves hitting the shore. I had just packed up my husband’s lunch and sent him on his way. See my husband and I have been married only two years before the intimacy stopped. He became more tired from work… At least that is the excuse he gave me every time I tried to persuade him into making love to me. I couldn’t figure out the problem, but I knew 100 percent my husband was faithful. I love my husband so very much and I am completely faithful too which is why being a horny wife is not easy. I have tried all types of toys from dildos to riding chairs, but nothing seemed to really do it for me. My body craved human touch, human flesh colliding against each other while both breathing heavily.
Amber and Justin went outside to smoke and calm down. They talked for a bit while they sat on the porch of her four-bedroom rental home, but she knew if they went back in and got on that couch things were likely to get hot and heavy again. Plus, it was really late or early, and Amber had to work tomorrow. Amber and Justin shared one more hot kiss and she sent him on his way. She sat down on the couch still dripping wet from their make out session and she had to do something about it. Whoever said women don’t get blue balls was an idiot. If she didn’t take care of this right now she’d be a wet mess all night and half the day tomorrow. She dipped her fingers in the puddle of lustful wanting that Justin left between her legs and before his headlights left the window, she imagined his face between her thighs and made herself orgasm. It wasn’t enough, of course; she probably could have cum three or more times, she was still so turned on. She hoped that would tide her over until the next time he came over.
The number eleven used to be an omen of sorts to me. Until I met you. Now let me start at the beginning. Maybe then you'll understand why I'm thinking about exiting your life for good this time.
After waking up on an old white couch, Brittany quickly noticed that her short black party dress was hiked up, and that there were no panties on underneath. She was confused, so she sat up on the couch to recollect her thoughts and shake off the daze.
He slid his calloused hand up her cheek 'til her ear was between his thumb and forefinger and he leaned in for a kiss. His intensity was like a blazing fire, so she matched it with hers. This was going to be dangerous, she could already tell but she didn’t care. She was making him completely obsessed with her. She was toying with a power she didn’t quite understand. Their lips met and he gently licked her tongue with his full luscious tongue. Their lips closed at the same time but remained pressed together. As they opened their mouths their tongues met again and went deeper. He kissed her slow but deeper still each time their mouths reopened. She responded in kind until she gently drug his lower lip between her teeth letting him know she liked it soft and rough at the same time. He pulled her closer and made a low guttural moan under his breath. They were laying on her couch facing one another pressed together with their legs intertwined. Tangled up together like this it was hard to tell when she stopped and he began. The anticipation built to the point that Justin had to pull away and take a breath.
It was a bright and summer warm day that led to a crisp dark night. My friends and I decided to go to our local skating rink; I mean hell, there’s not much more to do in our small town. The rink was basically the only fun thing we had close so everyone in town gathered there on Friday nights. So, the five of us got ready, wearing our tight, low-rise jeans and small tank tops that showed our belly button ring crystals hanging out. We really had only had one thing on our mind, which was have fun and find a summer fling!
Vana has always been one to try new things. She was daring in almost all that she did. From her nails and her hair to the lipstick that coated her lips. She dared life. But one particular interest she rarely acted on was one she always knew was there. It was more like a wanting sitting deep in the pit of her stomach, occasionally trying to serenade her into giving into temptation. She could be anywhere. Drinking coffee in a café or flipping through stiff pages of a book rarely opened at her local Barnes & Noble. But she would always end up glancing at the attractive girl in the corner. One with a bright face and sweet smile. She would fight her wandering eye but most days she would lose that battle. She would find herself biting her lip as the attractive stranger she could never keep her eye off of glanced back. Vana's heart would skip a beat at the thought of how that woman's hands may feel on her waist, holding the curve of her hips and dipping her fingers down to a sweet place where...
She likes to play innocent; like she has no experience. But she does. More than most. When she meets a new guy, she plays it cool. She flirts, shyly at first, but seemingly becomes better at it as the night goes on. She lures in whoever she sets herself on. Tonight it is a tall, handsome brunette. His name is Jeffery. Getting the guy is not hard to do. She's beautiful, long hair down to her ass: perfect for being grabbed and pulled when she gets the man into bed. She has her hair a different color almost every month. Tonight she has a fresh color: silver. As Jeffery begins to fall for this innocent act she has begun playing, she allows him to take her home. This is all part of her game.
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In the time that had passed since Sherry last saw Charles, she had wondered if he was the mysterious man that had shown up the last time, blindfolding her, tantalizing her into submission for a sexual event that matched none of her diver's moves.