It's early morning and you are still sound asleep. I awake with a tingling in my pussy and look over at you lying there, naked, on your stomach.
It seems a shame to disturb you but I have such a desire in me that I have no choice.
I look at your manly form, the soft sunlight outlining your back you're deep in slumber still looking so vulnerable and sweet.
When my father died, I blamed my mother. Not for his death – the car accident that killed him was due to bad weather and a teenage driver – but for all of the unhappiness that settled on our home and stayed there after he was gone. My mother locked herself away in darkness, and tried to keep me there, too.
I'm a 31 year old dentist and my clinic has a high turnover of young dental assistants (almost entirely female). My current girl is a stunning 20 year old called Grace. She is blonde with bright green eyes and looks like something out of a fashion magazine. While she is professional and polite, she is also a rich snob who has been spoilt by her wealthy father. Why she bothers to have a job is a mystery to me but to her credit she is one of the best assistants I've had so far.
"I can't wait to have my cock in her ass," I whisper to you in the cab, as it picks its way through traffic. You look at me, your eyes wild with lust, "I can't wait to watch you fuck her." We kiss. We can't help but kiss. Our mouths interlocked, our hands traveling all over each other. The cab driver trying to catch as much of it as he can in his rearview mirror.
The day seemed like it would never end. We had meetings to go to, papers to hear.
She walked softly into the moonlit bedroom. The space seemed to glow with a layer of sheer silk flowing from the ceiling around her bed. She heard the rain outside rhythmically calming her as the scent of jasmine welcomed her into relaxation. There was nothing like coming home. Home was where she felt comfortable to be herself as a natural body, naked within a soul.
Have you ever run into an old lover and wondered what would have happened if you had stayed together?
Tiffany Ann Thomas and I were an item in our junior years of college at "State". We were inseparable. Each of us had lost our virginity a couple years before, Tiffany to a high school boyfriend and me a year later in my freshman year at college.
Dear reader, it is close as I sit here in bed typing on my laptop. You see my days are numbered and I have decided to show you a glimpse of the confessions a priest hears. Of course the names will be changed to protect the innocent but also, the events will be as close as I can remember after fifty years of sitting behind the partition inside the confessional. Enjoy for the tales that will be unraveled and revealed here are sure to stimulate the mind as well as the libido.
It was evening and he was sitting at the kitchen table, barefooted, in jeans and a t-shirt, reading the paper. I was off puttering around, doing I don't remember what, while Don was absorbed in the news.
Suddenly, I had a strong urge to do one of those things that really turns me on once in a while. I went to our room and put on my short bathrobe. Then I went to the kitchen and stood next to Don until he looked up at me curiously. "Honey," I said, "I'm in the mood to get a really good spanking."
Suzette Mica Du Bois was lying on her back on a massage table. Her lovely shapely body was barely covered with a towel. The towel was long enough to modestly cover her breasts and her pubes. This was her third trip to the Paris spa this week and she anxiously awaited her masseur. Her excitement grew as she anticipated the day's activities. The nipples on her 34 C breasts were stiff and poking at the towel. She knew her pussy was wet and it took all her will power not reach down and stroke her clit.
My wife, Beth and her mother, Ruth, were flying to Colorado today to visit Beth’s brother. They were downstairs packing. We had to leave in about twenty minutes for the airport. After dropping them off I had planned to go to a party our firm was throwing for some clients.
I was in my home office upstairs answering email when Ruth appeared in the doorway. I said, “Ready to go?”