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Curt drove the 36″ wide mower up the ramp on onto the trailer attached to the back of his pickup truck. He cut the engine and wiped the sweat from his face with a clean rag. He couldn’t remember when it was so damned hot. He tipped his hat back on his head and took the pruning sheers and weed wacker out of the back. He still had at least another hour of work before he was done here, and he was out of water. Fifteen minutes later, he’d had it. He went to the back door of the main house and rang the bell. He’d seen servants around the house before and only hoped that someone was home today.

Dear Nina –

Quickies are my thing. I like to get in and get out, so to speak. So I’m always looking for women with the same idea. It’s hard to miss a horny woman if you have a little practice. Me? I can sense them a mile away.

I began my day at 6am, showering, cleaning my room, and dressing for my first day of work. I was so nervous I had butterflies, but I knew after last night that I was ready for anything!

“Accidents Will Happen – sweet Revenge”

“AAAAHHH, god I’m going to come, oohh yes your hot sucking mouth feels like hot melting butter being poured over my dick, aaaahhhh”.

This is the second story that I have

That day I came home from work early changed my life. I know, I know. You’ve heard it before, but this…this really happened.

I was once one of those white men, that had a good job, with lots of money,  a hot girlfriend & basically most guys wished they were me. I was one of those pretty boy’s that got a lot of attention from all the girls & even tho I wasn’t the biggest guy, nobody really messed with me. I’m 5′ 8  , 150lbs. with long hair & a smooth hairless body.

“I’m in,” Reed said as he tossed in three fifty dollar chips.

I was getting ready to quit for the day when Dan Baldwin phoned and asked me to stop by his office. Dan’s the feature editors on the ‘Record’ and writing features articles are the kind of job that a cadet reporter loves to get. So, I went to see him.

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All right, let me give you a little background. It all started when my girlfriend of three years left me for my best friend. A week later I lost my job. That part really wouldn’t have bothered me if Jenny hadn’t left. But it was really the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. I went from listening to hard rock to the blues. My buds told me my life had the making for a country music song, but hell, no matter how desperate I was, depressed, alone, whatever there was no way I was going to listen to that. Same cords over and over again. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hold anything against they folks that do listen to it. To each his own I guess. But I found the blues and immediately fell in love with it. The feel of it completely described the slump I was in. The music made it easy to forget your our problems and move into someone else’s. Like living in someone else’s shoes for the six or so minutes of the song.

To Dean it was just another adventure. His wealthy parents had died in a car crash a few years back. Dean was happy to let his older brother run the family business. He lived quite happily off his share of the dividends and interest from the family fortune. He was twenty-five and didn’t have any plans of settling down soon. Why should he? He was rich. He could do whatever he wanted and if he fell, well, money has a way of making sure you always land on your feet. Dean was a cat man and he knew it, in fact he reveled in it.

When I was in college, I shared an apartment with a friend of mine. As the year went on, we had several disagreements over petty things. I asked her to move out, but she simply wouldn’t. We began hating each other and just stayed in our bedrooms, ignoring each other. She had a boyfriend who was actually pretty hot, way too hot for her. He would always be really nice to me and flirt with me when they came in. This really pissed her off. I began to cook up a plan to sleep with her boyfriend, thinking she would find out and move out of the apartment. He slept over alot, so I planned on slipping into bed with him after she went off to an early class the next morning.

I began to play with myself intentionally at 8 years old. It seems a little young but I dont think so. I usually did it in the bathroom or my room. At age 9 I was snooping in my parents closet and found some playboys. I was immediately addicted to them. I would even reach what I have heard called a dry orgasm. I use to get a dribble of clear semen from my tip. This went on at least until puberty. I was jacking off regularly when I turned 11 and puberty took over. I constantly had erections and thought of girls naked. One day a major change to masturbation routine happened. I jacked off an out came spurts of sperm and a newer feeling of orgasm.

Dear Michelle:

My friend Storm came over last night. She’s so much fun. I swear that girl is into everything and up for anything. When we were talking on the phone, I told her that I had just read this book where these two girls were having s’mores on a camping trip, and decided to smear the food all over each other and eat it that way. She surprised me by telling me that it was fun, and that she was going to go to the store and would be over soon.

My name is Christie, and I recently became a lesbian’s lover. I didn’t plan it, it just happened. Well, Heather made it happen. It happened while I was in a girl’s school for five short, heavenly months, but we’ve stayed in touch since then. In the weeks to come I will relate my stories as I have the time, and the nerve. My family brought it all about, although making love to another girl is so great I would have gotten around to it eventually.

John was in Hawaii and he was bored. He hadn’t wanted to come in the first place but his parents insisted on a family trip. The real reason they’d dragged him along, he suspected, was a fear that he’d have a few parties at the house while they were gone and his college buddies would bust the place up. OK, maybe they were right about his party plans, John thought, but he probably could have kept things under control, maybe.

At that time we were 36 and viral and are still today at 40. We enjoy inventive sex on a daily basis from not only fucking and 69, but masturbation, feeling, caressing and exploring each others bodies.

“Bugles! That damned bugle,” Robin cursed quietly. “Why is he always blowing that damned bugle?” she asked to the empty, rocking stage. It was dark outside. The dusty interior was filled with baggage and Robin Petosa. Robin was trying to make her way from Cincinnati to Los Angeles to live with her uncle. The trip to St. Joseph had taken 9 days, the trip from St. Joseph to there had taken 4 days so far and she was still in the middle of the desert. She could take the bouncing, the dust, and the bad food, but why the bugle?

LORI – A NEIGHBOR’S DELIGHT – CHAPTER 10

A few years ago I was unemployed and quickly going broke. While it would have been easy to find a job, finding a good job was very difficult, far more difficult than I had expected it to be. I was the owner of a brand new college degree and I worked damn hard the previous four years to get it. I had vowed that I would not return to a junky low-paying job again except in the extreme event that I needed it as an emergency stopgap to pay for food and shelter.

My wife is originally from India. When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the US. Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off more of her body. I always found it a turn-on to have other men look at her. She had a slim, tight body and never failed to get attention from men wherever she went.