Maybe it's a hold over from ten thousand years ago when animals gathered together as fall turned into winter. For what ever reason it has held that the fall is the start of the social season for the human species as well.
It was a ritual for me to step out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around my head. Kenny would be there naked on the bed with his strong hard cock in hand. He would say "Wilda you are so fucking sexy.
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I had put on my favorite dress, it always feels good to wear pretty things. It was a long flowing sundress, with a low cut front that came down just above my nipples only enough to hide them. It laced shut but since my breasts are ample it wouldn't completely close, revealing the crevice and inner sides of my breasts.
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I need to tell you about what happened here last week while you were away. You deserve to know and I just hope that you understand.
You left me on Monday last week and by the time Wednesday rolled around, my mind started to wonder. I started thinking about you and your tongue and your cock. I put on some lingerie to make myself feel sexy and opened a bottle of pinot. I sat at the computer trying desperately to find myself a story to get off to.
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While in college, as well as now, I was not "open" about being bisexual. I went to school for, and now work in law enforcement…not exactly an open minded group of people. That being said, I've got to admit, still love a big hard cock just as much as, and maybe a bit more than, a nice juicy pussy.
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There is a lake bordering the Southwest side of my property, it's fairly large, and I have several hundred feet of shoreline, mostly trees and brush, with a few open areas. The rest of the lake is surrounded by National Forest, with the county road running along the western tip.
Every so often campers will wander onto my land, so I make a habit of checking over that way weekly during the summer months.
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My boss, Mr. Adams, calls me a nanny. He's pretty old school about things so I just let it go. I prefer the term, au pair, because it sounds so much more exotic and important. Mrs. Adams is probably the one who has the best grip on reality. She just calls me her "help."
I started working for the Adams' to help pay my way through business college. Then about three months into a graphics designer degree, I decided, "Fuck it."
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"Oh God Janey, you know how I hate the blind date thing," I groaned into the phone as my best friend tried to convince me yet again to double date with her and her boyfriend Chris.
"But Maia, it wouldn't really be a date. His friend Andrew is coming in from the east coast and he promised to show him around L.A., take him out and get him drunk, you know, typical guy stuff.
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A trim blond with an amazing chest strutted by the glass front of my office. I watched her full breasts as they bounced with each step she took.
"Molly," I called out, trying to calm the naughty thoughts that surfaced each time I saw that lovely body.
The buxom blond stuck her head into my office. My eyes immediately drifted again to her ample chest. Molly has one of those chests that men dream about. Her full D-cups pushed at the fabric of her shirt, which was unbuttoned far enough to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage.
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It was the day after our annual New Year's party, which was an absolute blast. Someday I will write a story about our evening, but this story relates to something that happened to me in the past. A group of 10 people stayed overnight after the party. In the morning, Billy and I made breakfast for everyone, nothing too fancy, scrambled eggs, toast, hash browns, and lot of coffee. Besides our 10 guests and ourselves, also in attendance were Billy's brother Josh and his girlfriend and my female lover, Jodi.
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December 3, 1997
He stood just shy of six foot, medium build, brown hair and brown eyes. His clothes were similarly, well, average. But the way he moved wasn't. It was feral, stealthy.....like a beast on the prowl for food....or a man on the scent of a woman. Taking a second, more thorough look, Savannah observed how his jeans fitted him snugly, drawing attention to well toned thigh and calf muscles, and a tight ass. His loose button-up shirt hinted at a smooth, sculpted chest.
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