Marie, young and single. Vivacious and pretty. Reasonably intelligent and now, thanks to an unexpected inheritance, finally striking out to live on her own.
With the help of her inheritance, Marie had purchased a small house in the suburbs, close enough to public transport to allow an easy commute to work and also in fairly close proximity to quite a nice beach.
I admit it. I always wondered. Even before my first experience I thought about it more than once. Even though I thought about it I still tried to deny my desires, especially publicly. All guys have thought about it at one point or another. Many guys desire it but won't admit it. Only a few are strong enough to admit it and pursue it.
Nicole's breasts were pressed into my back and arms wrapped around me, clutching me tight. We were both warm and a little sweaty after a good, hard, late-night fuck. Her fingers raked through my pubic hair tickling me with a soft, light touch. We were both drifting, close to sleep when I decided to casually throw it out there.
"Have you ever been curious about trying anal sex?"
Mike had been happily married to Marie for about 10 years. He was very much in love with her, and had always been faithful. In fact, only 2 things were weaknesses for him in any fashion at all: panties, and Marie's younger sister Annie. Mike had developed a fetish for panties as a teen, when he masturbated for the very first time with a satin pair that was taken from a friend's sister.
Every bump in the road was sheer torture, making my pussy clench around the dildo inside me. As I pulled into the parking lot, I was glad to see that the store did not appear too busy and parked out as far away from other vehicles as I could without appearing suspicious. Putting the car in park, I rested my head against the steering wheel once more and rocked my hips experimentally against the dildo.
Author's Note: All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older.
Thanks to everyone for the feedback and comments for all my previous work. Along with my own idea, here I tried to incorporate a few suggestions that have been sent my way in the past.
For 16 years we have lived in the same house in a wonderful suburb where all the local people are very friendly. Most of us moved into the area about the same time as it was a new housing development. We got on very well with the lovely couple next door and their young children were born about the same times as ours. They had a boy and a girl and we had a girl first and then a boy.
I remembered seeing her for the first time. So beautiful in her unique charm. Blue eyes and Dark hair that seemed to almost float along the wind. I could feel a warmth between my legs as soon as she looked my way. I had to taste her. I myself was not what you call beautiful. 5’5, long dirty blonde hair, more curves then I wanted.
I had just got back from work on a Friday. Brandon was already back at our apartment. He hugged me once I walked in. Since we're just room mates, I wasn't comfortable with it at first, but over time I got used to it. It's not much of a big deal for me anymore. It's sort of the kind of guy he is. We got along pretty well and had been living together for about five months now.
How does the strongest relationship you've ever known hold up under the stress of jealousies, passion and romantic love? Adult characters. Pure fantasy.
"But Daddy I don't care about that." I murmured as I rolled from my inside spoon position, to face him. I looked up into his eyes and saw that he definitely was wearing his fatherly expression. In one moment we went from lovers to father and child again.