I had access to my aunt’s house with no one home. I took a girl I had met at a dance that I had went out with a few times to the house. She had let me undo her bra and lick and suck her breast before when we had parked in my car. We were on my aunt bed and I had undid her shirt and bra and was licking and sucking her breasts. She had never done anything but kiss and let me do this. She had never touched me or let me do anything more. As I kissed her breast I moved down her belly and kissed and licked down to her belly button.
Julia sat, a little pit of anxiety settling in her as she waited on her sofa, looking at her book but not really reading it, too far gone in her own thoughts to take in in the words written on the page. She glanced instead to her side, out the window. Past her own reflection the view it offered was to most, simply breathtaking, but it, as with most things for her, had steadily lost its charm over time.
She owned the prestigious penthouse suite of a luxurious high-rise and the view at night, out over the smaller blocks and bustling streets below was nothing short of stunning, watching the lights move, the tiny shuffling ant-like figures of people as they went about their lives, it made her feel as rich as, well, she was. But every day that passed she found less and less gleam to her life, her fulfilment draining, the view, as stunning as it was, just becoming a part of the background. Continue reading
Sandra and I had been engaged for a month. In that time, I’d moved in with her and found hot, horny happiness day after day. Jenny was upset that I’d left her, and had cried non-stop when the day came for me to leave. However, after seeing her walking up our old driveway arm in arm with two tall, suntanned, muscular guys as I was driving past one day…well, I figured she was ok. Hell, I even toyed with the thought of calling her up 10 minutes later, knowing how hard it would’ve been to maintain a conversation with a cock or two in her mouth. I’d explained the situation to Sandra, and that I was a little frustrated about Jenny and her fast-healing emotional structure. Sandra’s answer was to kneel in front of me, unzip my fly and start slowly jerking me off as I spoke. “Is she on your mind, that little bitch? Then why not shoot your sticky load over my face. That’ll make you feel better.” Continue reading
For once, I actually decided to look at some of the other categories on the streaming sites I’d visit. So many things came up under fetish. Some of it I don’t get but to each their own. A BBW was mixed in with the fetish and as I had expected before hand, it wasn’t my cup of tea. Several videos had girls dominating guys in leather or latex outfits. I liked how tight they were, showing off every curve of their body, leaving little to the imagination. Upon thought, I had never been dominated, it was always me taking control. The female domination videos were getting me hard for the most part, but at times they were a little extreme. Nobody was shocking my balls! Continue reading
This is a story of how I fucked a girl Colette I went out on a date with who is 20 years old. She lives in Delhi. She is fair 5’6” and has nice built, chubby at right places. She has black hairs, sharp eyes, sharp nose, nice pink lips on which she always wears some bright shade of red lipstick. She has very nice legs and looks sexy enough. She usually wears clothes that appears as if just made for her. Her figure is approximately 36C-26-36 She has a great skin BTW.
So, coming to the story, I was single and was searching for a girl therefore I installed tinder. I was swiping every girl right as I didn’t want to read bio and all. I didn’t get any matches on the first day and it was becoming boring and I was about to give up. The second day I got a notification saying I have new match. I saw the girl’s profile and there were no real images, there I was again sad thinking it to be a fake profile. But instead I sent Hi, to which her reply came. After that I was not hoping too much but we had good 2 hours long conversation over tinder. She was very flirty and I was obligating too. Continue reading
Sharon was a fat girl, a Big Beautiful woman; with an emphasis on both the ‘big’ and the ‘beautiful’. But she wasn’t scared of using the ‘f’ word, in fact it annoyed her when other overweight women described themselves as ‘Big’ or used some other pseudonym.
Sharon peeled back the pretty floral bed set and opened the curtains, Saturday had arrived at last, her special day for herself.
She had been single for a while and had gotten to experimenting with her body, on her own; actually having more pleasure by herself than she’d had with her previous lover. The phone was already switched off and the door was locked. Continue reading