swinger granny

Part one :

I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN the words stared out at me from the computer screen, and my dick hardened in my shorts.

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.

“Hey, Stu, check out what I’ve found here.”

These are the continuing fantasy adventures of my cyber wife Robyn and what she gets up to when I am away in business. Robyn is a 30s something gorgeous blonde and very busty babe.

Hi, my name is Ana -Spanish- and I’m 20 now. I never imagined I’d have such liberal, generous behavior without prejudices; not narrow-mindedness, I had no fear or doubt, and began to behave like a real slut hungry for sex.

Leeann followed Shauna out of the bar and into the parking lot, the cool, night air slipped up her skirt, tickling her damp inner thighs and pussy. She pushed her red hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. The memory of Shauna’s licking, finished only moments ago in the ladies’ room, made her hot. Her bare nipples rubbed against the inside of her blouse adding to her overall arousal.

Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others’ privacy, and also because they don’t matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I’ve done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters.

There’s something about a black man that just really turns me on. I’m a petite blonde girl, big blue eyes and long hair, but to me, a black man is the finest piece of guy out there.

WILD 1ST anal sex AFTER PARTY !!!

Charles Hunter took a last look at the white walls and empty rooms of his authentic 20th century five room ranch style replica. He stepped through the door and closed it quietly, but it echoed like a crash of doom. He was listening to that door close for the last time. His old life was over, a life which had once been so full, and so perfect, that he no longer wanted to live without it. Happy voices, love, and sharing, were all far behind him. They died when Delilah died. Irretrievable, unbearable, unforgettable.

A small red headed woman stood in the back of the church and sent of book hymns flying towards the casket that lay covered with roses underneath the altar at the front of the church. The book hit the casket, hard, and bounced onto the floor, sliding to a stop at the feet of the man who was currently speaking. He knelt, a grin hidden beneath his veil of blonde hair, and picked the book up, cradling it to his chest. People stared in disbelief at the small woman and a few women cried with renewed tears but the woman paid them no mind, maintaining a cold glare at the blonde man, hands firmly on her hips and lips pursed. Even though she was incredibly red with anger she was still gorgeous…

As the sun slowly sank over the ocean, Maria sighed softly and leaned back in the large wooden swing and kicked her feet, making herself go back and forth slowly. It was so relaxing. No one was here but her. She literally had almost the entire island to herself. Maria had been visiting friends over the holiday, and they had all headed home, but the boat that was to come and get her was delayed by equipment problems for a day. So, for tonight, she was here on her own.

Ahh finally I get to go home and relax. It had been a rough day. Well, that’s putting it lightly. The day had shit stains on it. I couldn’t do a damned thing right, my co-workers were hounding me, my boss was on my back and I had a wicked hangover. I’m not one to drink normally, but I went to a bar with some friends and ended up in a contest with them to see who could drink the most. Gah, what the hell was I thinking? My head still hurt and it was already 5pm. The night wasn’t a total loss though. I met someone, although I’m ready to admit I can’t remember his name.

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 name is Ellen and my husband Brian describes me as a very pretty MILF with curly shoulder-length red hair and blue eyes; I am in my mid fifties; 5’4”, 120lb, with 34C/D nice firm natural breasts with sensitive pinkish-brown nipples, a nice round silky smooth ass, long straight legs and a tight partially shaved pussy.

Roberto Sanchez craned his neck as he passed a quaint old motel. It had once been fabulous in days long past. Roberto pinched his lips as he tried to decide. He took special notice of a group of young women talking on the corner. Three of the five were very hot young women. He wouldn’t mind dipping his wick into any of the three. They were certainly good enough for his needs. They looked poor, but happy. He could change that. He took in all the squalor around him and decided this was the place.

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and

Ms Amelia Bulower: “No . . . no. It’s all very difficult to explain. I don’t think you’d have believed me if I told you about it.”

Working on a Saturday was highly unusual, but like the good little dark haired submissive that I am, I always do as you tell me. Obeying my Mistress is something that will always do, cross her wrong and I know I will pay dearly for it.

LORI – A NEIGHBOR’S DELIGHT – CHAPTER 1

A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN

Part 1

My college roommate was such a bitch. She used to take messages from boys and never give them to me, leave the place a mess all the time, and make me do her laundry.