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Dear Nina –

I set my keys down on the kitchen counter and made for the fridge. As I reached for a soda I thought I heard giggling. “God what are they up to now?” I thought. I could see the light coming from underneath the door of Missy’s room. “Prolly watching a porn film or something and laughing about it.” I popped open the soda can and headed to the bathroom. I had been at work all day. I wanted nothing more than a nice shower and put on my sweats. I took a quick shower and as I walked past Missy’s door again the giggling had changed to hushed moans. I shook my head and headed for my bedroom. As I toweled off I heard a loud thump then a lot of giggling. Now I just had to see what they were up to.

After spending the day exploring a couple of towns in the Italian Alps, near the Swiss border, the last thing I wanted to do was laundry, but I had no choice. I had run out of underwear the day before and I had one more pair of clean socks.

Lying on a bench beside the hay she is unable to move. Her Master approaches, she sees that he is unhappy with her. Before he left for work that morning he left a list of duties that she should perform. Unfortunately she had had quite a day and was unable to complete all of her tasks no matter how menial and small they were.

I had just finished a week long merger. I was as stressed as I could be. My entire body ached, so when, Richard, my partner at the firm had mentioned going to the masseuse, I asked if I could tag along. I didn’t have any plans that evening and I really needed to relax. He told me to be open minded about the whole thing, since they usually got ‘really’ friendly with you. I laughed. He was joking, right? I made a mental note to make sure I was going to be ‘paired’ with another female. I preferred the feminine touch. Richard popped into my office about ten after five and said he’d meet me in the parking lot and we’d take his car. Traffic is horrible and since I didn’t know where this place was, we both agreed one car would be best. I packed up everything I’d need. Being a lawyer, I’ve learned to keep an extra pair of everything in the office, many long nights and rumpled suits later have taught me that.

It was the season of Fraternity and Sorority initiation. My friend and I were pledges who had been given an order to spy on the pledges of the Frat house next door during their initiation and then report back everything we saw. The leaders of our Sorority had planned this all with the leaders of the Fraternity, so they had it arranged in advance for us to lay down in a loft that was a floor above where everything would take place. It was dark up there, but we had a perfect view of everything.

The Delta Queen pulled out of Natchez on 12 August 1853, heading north. The Mississippi was vast, making it hard to see the far bank. A soft, warm flower-scented wind blew in from the south, the nightly sea breeze which cooled the valley for at least a hundred miles.

“Sexy photo’s!!!” she said with a shock. “What does that mean?”

LORI – A NEIGHBOR’S DELIGHT – CHAPTER 2

I lay there on the beach soaking up the sun. The day just couldn’t get any better. I was thousands of miles from work, rush hour traffic, anyone I knew and I didn’t have a damned thing planned. As I watched the waves roll in and back out again I began to think about the nightlife here. I can’t very well sit on the beach the entire time. I mean I loved it, but I needed to get my blood pumping. Some excitement! I swung by the front desk of the resort I was staying at and asked what they did to pass their time. I didn’t want to go to a tourist spot, I wanted a real place, where they didn’t jack up the prices and have a bunch of rich “to-dos” rubbing in that they are rolling in money. I hate that. It took me three years to save up for this trip. So I wanted to be around people like me, real people. They told me about a club on the other side of the island, a little hole in the wall. I thanked them and headed up to my room.

Normally I never have anything at all to do with any kind of gambling, even though I live in a country which is renowned as a punter’s paradise. But at the beginning of November every Australian has a bet on because the first Tuesday in the month is Melbourne Cup day. They call it the race which stops a nation and it’s absolutely true. Even commercial jets go into a holding pattern while the hooves are actually hitting the turf. Every true Aussie everywhere watches or listens to the Cup being run, whether they’re at Rose Bay or Rabbit Flats, on tropical beaches or above the snow line. And — of course — there isn’t an office anywhere in the Commonwealth that doesn’t run an office sweepstake on the Cup.

I had killed the lioness. Though I usually do my shooting with a movie camera, I’m also pretty good with a rifle. Africa is a long way from the ranch in Wyoming that I grew up on but I’ve found that a lot of my childhood skills come in handy now that I’m making wildlife documentaries. We brought the carcass of the lioness into the village to show them that “she who steals babies” was dead. The big celebration came as no surprise, the sick cat had been feeding off their infants for the past year. She was old and they were easy and tender prey. They had every right to be happy and, after three months on the savanna, we were eager to party. The celebration was just fine and I wasn’t even too surprised that they wanted to honor us, even though I kept trying to explain through my interpreter, Amadi, that at least half of it had been dumb luck. If it made them feel good to give us a few small gifts, as long as they weren’t leaving themselves busted, I guess I couldn’t see no harm. The thing about the chief’s daughter, though, had me a bit uncomfortable.

LORI – A NEIGHBOR’S DELIGHT – CHAPTER 3

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.

I’m a 27 year old male from Portland, bi-curious, and in a relationship with my girlfriend Emily. This is a story about my first gay experience a couple weekends ago.

Moving slowly and cautiously, Matt drove his van up the long drive toward the structure. Impressed with all about, he continued with reverence as his vehicle finally pulled to a halt halfway around the semicircle before the house. Getting out, our man stepped atop the concrete and marveled at its precision as opposed to the weathered and beaten streets of the public roadways. Looking around, Matt took in the scenery, a picturesque description of eloquence, wealth, and an upper class touch of siminobility.

Sharing an apartment with my roomy Maxine not only helped me to financially make ends meet, but having her here has helped me to discover more of my sexual side and to experiment with the pleasures of intimacy with another woman.

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.

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.

“By the Hitman”

Simon took his place quickly, slid his large cock into my pussy, leaned forward, began to massage one of my ample breasts, and began a slow pumping rhythm. I felt a moan escape my lips as Simon fucked me, my clit was so swollen it ached. Jonathan was standing at the side of the bed, stroking his wet cock and watched Simon fuck me.

Vince drove home with Lin in his usual car pool. It was his turn to drive and as usual, she was the last one to be dropped off.

My name is Barry Snow, and as you probably already know my wife April is a total nymphomaniac. She just can’t get enough different cocks, and she is always on the look out for a new one. I have no problem with her little hobby, and in fact I have been her number one source of encouragement for 33 years.

The camera gazed unfeeling upon Lillian, as she groped the breast pocket of her boyfriend’s flannel shirt, which she had thrown on hastily, when she realized she was late. She sat now, in a mostly empty room, waiting. It would be a while before the agency admitted her, to take her information and possibly bring her on board for whatever purpose they intended.