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The early 1970s were probably the last days of sexual innocence. I don’t mean that we were sexually innocent, far from it. The pill was still fairly new and exciting. A girl could fuck who she wanted, when she wanted, without sweating a lot of heavy stuff like pregnancy or fatal diseases. You might get crabs, you might get a case of the clap but, nobody had heard of HIV and friendly sex was cool. A “do your own thing as long as you don’t hurt anyone else” attitude was in the air. With all the nasty stuff and nastier people running around today, I’d be scared to death if my daughter had that attitude. But, like I was saying, sex was innocent back then.

It was early Saturday morning. Dan Flanagan had slept in late since his wife and daughter were

I was horny as hell by the time Sophie and I finally got home from the Halloween party. Staring at her hot body sheathed in a red, skin-tight she-devil outfit for five hours had been tortuous purgatory. So, my balls boiling with brimstone, I captured the rubber-clad hellion in the front hallway and mashed my mouth up against hers. Not too heavenly a gesture for a guy dressed like an angel, but after tempting me all night long, the unholy scamp knew damn well that eventually she was going to be touched, and fucked, by an angel.

This story came to mind during the more dull hours of my work

There are many hot three-word combinations.

I am 34, married for 8 yrs, mother of a 4 yr old. Once my husband had an invitation to attend an important congregation of commercial photographers. He wanted me to look at my absolute best on that evening which was a week away. Now, I look tempting for a 34 yr old. I am 5 ft 7″ , 36C 30 38 and fair. He wanted me to dress up for the occasion. So, I reached my friend Aruna for suggestions. She mentioned about the Raj tailors. She said that the place was *popular* among women and strongly advised me to try it. She finished the statement with a ‘wink’ in her eyes which confounded me a bit, but I didn’t take it serious by then.

All her life, Dana had felt different. Born a boy, she always preferred dressing in girl

“Can you spare a minute, Ms Kubota?”

My boyfriend Ted started out as a good guy, but eventually took me for granted. He cared more about drinking and hanging out with the guys than about spending any time with me, plus he was very controlling of everything I ever did. I’d been planning to leave him for months, and I chose the day that he would be at a football game as the day that I would pack my bags and leave.

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.

“I’m never going to understand this stuff!” Marty grumbled, “You’re just wasting your time.”

As I lay in bed last night watching a movie with my wife my eyes began to drift away towards her. There she was laying at the foot of the bed watching the movie. The curves of her back pronounced as she arched her back to view the TV.

My boyfriend Ted started out as a good guy, but eventually took me for granted.

This is the second story that I have

“You need to get out and have some fun Sarah.” I just shrugged my shoulders. Greg was right; I did need to get out. All I’ve done for the past forever is work and come home. I haven’t had a ‘significant other’ since me and Mandy broke up. I admit it; I tried to hide it all in my work. He patted my back, “I’m making you go to the club tonight and there’s nothing you can say or do to avoid it.” That’s my roommate, always looking out for me. I sighed and asked what time I was being kidnapped. He chuckled, “Alright Sarah, if it’s by force then that’s the way it has to be. I want to leave here in about an hour, so go get ready.”

I sat down in the chair, and she carefully, slowly tied my hands behind me, so that I could not move, as she undressed, letting me watch. Julie had shown me all kinds of interesting and fun sexual games, but this one was new to me. She placed her clothes on a table nearby and stood there, nude, her full, lovely breasts capped in perked, interested nipples, light tan in color. Her auburn hair was bound in a bun, to keep it out of the way, for a reason that was about to become obvious to me. She gave me a long, appraising stare. Tied to the chair, I was already nude, my member starting to come fully to attention, as she drew closer. She took a bottle off the table, and then lowered herself to her knees in front of me. She squeezed the bottle, honey spreading over her hands. I swallowed softly. This was what she meant by having some ‘sticky fun’ with me?

My wife Ellen and I was sitting in the hotel bar having a glass of wine when I noticed this guy keep looking at my wife who’s a very pretty red-head with nice firm good sized tits, long legs and a beautiful ass. She was wearing a spaghetti strap summer dress and sandals with heels.

Dee worked in a shrimp plant and lived with her boyfriend in a mobile home. Her boyfriend was a real jerk so one day Dee left and moved in with some friends. The only problem this created was the fact she was always horny because they lived way out in the country with no one nearby except a bunch of Mexican farm workers who didn’t speak english. Dee hated living with her boyfriend but he had kept her sexually satisfied.

I’m sure lots of guys have gotten some unwanted advances from older women in their teens. They look you up and down, making adoring little comments that sometimes borderline patronization about your height or looks. Sometimes they’ll even sneak a quick touch of the arm, especially family friends, who will use a greeting hug or kiss liberally.

Living 30kms north of Toronto afforded my wife, Jean and I the peace and quiet of the country while still being close to the city. We are both 58 years old and semi retired, doing consulting work on a contract basis, which leaves us lots of free time to indulge our many interests.

The rain never seems to stop. I feel depressed on days like this – restless and bored. I am sitting around in my red gown thinking I shld go wash my ass, take a shower. But then I look outside and see the rain and remember the last time Ric came home and I hadn’t washed my ass yet….

The gales of winter whipped about their lake front cabin with eerie, haunting howls as crystallized lake effect snows pelted against steamed window panes, drifting in ghostly sheets, bringing visibility to zero. The rages of a winter storm showed no mercy as it clenched them tightly in it’s frosted fist, no way in, no way out, and the weather report forecasted estimated snowfall accumulations to be between three to four feet.

Like all girls in the small village of Deseril, Amanda’s 18th birthday was very special. On this day, the petite, short-haired blonde was allowed to use her fighting skills against a male opponent for the first time.

Elissa left Cincinnati on Interstate 74. She was gloriously happy to be out of her daughter’s house. She loved these little visits, but loved the trip back home even more. Bend Oregon was a long and lonely drive, but it was worth it. Now she had a gorgeous trip ahead of her, many new restaurants, and many comfortable motels.

“By the Hitman”