Victor dismounted from his roan in the stable yard handing the reins over to a stable hand while also telling them to take the five rabbits hanging off his saddle to the inn’s cook. Victor was just below average in height at five foot seven inches with thin build though heavily muscled from his bow hunting. He was an expert marksman which he had honed over the years. He was also able to fletch his own arrows, but he couldn’t craft his own skinning knife so he commissioned the local blacksmith to make him one which he set off to go get as the evening approached.
The princess was born a beautiful dark hair baby, but she was born unable to tolerate any cloth that was used, be it cotton or leathers. The king was at a loss. He called out for every material that could be found to attempt to get his daughter clothes. Time passed with nothing being found leaving her to grow up running around naked.
Umi's smile was so infectious, I had seen it several times through comment/ pic post within the group. This semi- private Facebook group for local lesbians was a random place of interest on my Facebook experience; due to the fact most of topics of discussions are immature and just dull. I was rarely mentally stimulated with the discussion post but I would post a few pics out of half interest of the responses. However, Umi's pic released my cynical attitude and I gave in and commented with simple emojis, yes the silly one with the hearts and the other with the tongue poking out. Umi caught my attention. She was visibly much much younger; hmm.... the same age as Mateo; my recent Milk Baby. I had for the most part of my love relationships dealt with older women or men. Umi was closer in age to my daughter. Yet, I wanted to probe more to see what she was into and all about.
I played Sunday football for a women’s league and I have been told I am one of the best in our league. I had been playing in the first half on this Sunday, but I had been injured just before half-time. The coach had checked me over and decided I shouldn’t continue in the second half as we had a cup match the following weekend and he wanted me fit for that game. This meant an early bath for me. I returned to the changing room and got in the shower. I was busy washing my hair when I heard movement behind me. As I turned, my blood boiled, the bitch who had injured me with a rough sliding tackle was standing behind me. I kept my cool and resumed washing my long hair. Next thing I knew she was stood in the next shower along. I turned my back to her, not wanting another confrontation with her as my coach would be pissed if I did. Suddenly, I was slammed into the wall. I tried to push back to get her off, but my hands were soapy and had no grip. She pushed her full weight into me, and I was unable to shake her. She told me to settle down and listen to her. I calmed myself and went quiet. I could feel her hands on my back and naked crotch level with my butt. I was uncomfortable with the situation but thought if I didn’t fight back, she would leave me alone. She leant into me and spoke quietly into my ear. She told me that she was glad that she hadn’t hurt me to much but that the coach would want to keep me fit for the next weekend and send me back to the changing rooms. This is why she had got herself sent off so she could join me here and know we would have time before the rest of the teams showed up.
I plead alliance
To the flag
Of the underdog freaks of America
And to the rebels
In which they land
With poverty, and disgusted by all.
Alison likes doing it to me even more than she likes me doing it to her. I know it. Even if she is straight. But then straight girls so often make the best lesbians. They deny and deny, but when they break, well, they really fucking break.
It was supposed to be just a bit of innocent fun. Well, mostly innocent. But then something weird happened and everything changed.
Here we are, about to knock on her door. I’m scared, but in a good way. I guess I’m excited. Are we going to talk about yesterday? Are we going to just ignore it and be friends? Anything could happen at this point.
I think it is clear by now that I am very into white men and their lower backs. To watch them getting fucked at night under the light of a phone camera is almost euphoric. Two large globes on opposite sides of an almost invisible line that split into two, curving what seems endless, but is continuously circling, displaying and using the perfect cheeks as they are being pressurized and depressurized in between them, sliding up and down while they shine, reflecting on to them as they vibrate and sweat.
Amora desires to make love to a woman. Unfortunately, no one knows her fantasy. She is aware that when she visualises a woman’s body her thoughts are wild. Feelings of wanting to love on a woman and have her way with one is intensifying. Amora’s ideal woman should be resilient and capable of handling all of Amora’s outlandish ways. Amora is constantly observing the movements of a woman’s body, especially when they’re making sweet love in adult movies and she yearns for it.