Tiredly, I walked up the driveway from my car. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to a relaxed evening and a cold beer or two.
I dumped my briefcase and suit jacket in the foyer and shouted, "Honey, I'm home. Where are you?"
"In the bathroom," she answered. I walked down the passage and pushed the bathroom door open.
Zoë was seated on the toilet, her flimsy g-string around her slim ankles and her sundress hiked up over her wide hips. She looked up at me with an annoyed look in her grey eyes.
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A stream of consciousness approach...
A moment where all reason is usurped by desire...continues its formation and growth in the hyperreal of my mind...
All I can think about right now is how much I need to release your breasts from their black and pink laced prison.
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His fingers were in her pussy, tracing patterns on the sensitive and soaked flesh of her inner passages and lazy curly q's on her clitoris. His lips were on hers, roving tongue and all, giving her long kisses that sucked the breath from her. All in all, she was completely lost in the sensations of his lovemaking and would probably have done anything he wanted. Her mind was a mixture of numb to the rest of the world and alive with him. Her heart throbbed and the blood in her veins had turned into a molten river of arousal. Everything was perfect.
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Although we were still clothed, the touching and petting was hot and heavy. It was after our second date, and Pamela invited me in and poured us each a glass of wine. We were in her living room, and first there was subtle touching. Then light kissing, which led to more intimate touching. Then the long passionate kisses.
I liked the way Pamela kissed. The well-built redhead was panting, and my breathing was heavy.
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Erik and Beth sat together, watching the scene unfold on the TV in front of them. They’d been married for 2 years, and had started watching hardcore porn together about a month before to jazz up their sex lives a bit.
There were two men and a woman having sex, and Beth was mesmerized. They had seen this in several other movies, but in this one the men were bi-sexual.
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We were sat alone in the staff lounge. The others had left for class and apparently, like me, she didn't have a class after lunch. She was new to the school. No. She was new to teaching. Twenty-one and starting her new career.
The first few weeks back in the new school year had been hard for her. The reality of teaching in a Senior Secondary College was nothing like what she remembered of her schooling.
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CHAPTER 1
When I met my girlfriend she didn't know what the term cuckold meant, let alone have any interest in participating in the actual lifestyle. Oh, she knew that one of the reasons for my recent divorce was that my wife had left me for another man after an ongoing three year affair, and was now living with him. She also knew of my submissive tendencies. Slowly, I introduced her to the term cuckolding and what it meant. I also shared stories that I wrote on the subject as well as giving her a couple of books to read on the subject.
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That day was crazy. I was on a two-week vacation, a road trip from San Marcos Texas to Jacksonville Florida. I was on my third day into the trip, and was taking my time enjoying the sights. I had decided to rest and take a break, so I stopped at a Motel Six in Georgia. Into the second night of my stay, while on my way back to my room from a wonderful dinner I noticed a party going on in the hotel I was staying at. The party was taking place just outside my room and as I made my way through the crowd that consisted mostly of young women, I was stopped by two of them who invited me to join in.
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Bethany Paige had beautiful huge round wine glasses. They were fish bowls with stems. Not only were they enormous, but there were so many of them. There had to be twenty-five people stuffed into her Williamsburg loft and every guest held one of these goblets. Plus there were a few dozen more perfectly arranged in a square on the butcher block topped island in her kitchen.
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I'm a 55-year old executive working in a medium-sized corporation. One of the perks of being in top management is that I have a parking space in the lower level of our building. It's heated, private, and except for the other four executives in the company who have access, no one ever goes into the parking garage, with the exception of the cleaning crew that comes in around 6:00 in the evening...just about the time I usually leave for the day.
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