The first conversations were very awkward. We both felt more anxious than the other felt we should. I enjoyed finally talking to Jennifer herself, but remained very unsure of what could happen. Eventually, our conversations ultimately turned back to some of the topics touched on before, domination and sex.
At last new widower Charlie Creek was left sole occupant of his home. His two daughters had returned respectively to Rome and Los Angeles to their families after coming for the funeral and had cleared the house of most of Beth's things but had left the photographs of her undisturbed.
My first attempt at gay erotica and completely fictional. Hope you enjoy.
I was only halfway through my first semester at college and already couldn't stand anymore of my obnoxious, slovenly constantly partying suitemates. Believe it or not, I came to college to actually get an education and I was tired of having to do all my studying at the library.
Honours year, and the going was tough. Going to uni at hours I didn't know existed, to check up on experiments. Going to uni on weekends, for God's sake. Writing methods, hypotheses, tabling results, hoping against hope that things would go OK - there's no margin for error as an honours student. At the end of the week, there was little I could do other than collapse into my bed and sleep.
We arrived at the cabin about 3 in the afternoon. After storing our gear and "opening up" the cabin that meant making sure all the lights, refrigerator and the pump still worked plus bringing in enough firewood for the first night we headed off for "Maxine's." This was not your usual steak house. Maxine's was attached to a grocery store. The kind of place that has everything you might need for a week of hunting or fishing but little else!
This is the true and actual story of how I became a bonafide cocksucker. Well, other than my own cock, which I have plenty of experience with. During my years of exploring myself I had become flexible enough not only to suck my own cock but even deepthroat it as well. The first time I came in my mouth it was magic.
Joe and Alex had been very good friends for several years and played volleyball together for about 6 months. In that time, Joe's marriage had been experiencing strain and, finally, Joe and his wife decided that it was time to end it amicably. With no children in the short 2-year marriage, it was painful but necessary to end the relationship. Alex, meanwhile, was single and had brought dates along to post-game drinks at the bar, but it didn't appear that he was dating anyone with regularity at the moment.
I could not believe it. The woman behind the front desk told me again, "We are sorry sir, but we have no reservation for you and the hotel is completely booked for the whole week because of the meetings and retreat for a major financial institution."
"I know!" I said. "I am supposed to attend those meetings and participate in the retreat! Please, help me out here."
For a long time now, I've loved the idea of eating my wife's pussy right after I cum inside her. I fantasize about it practically every time we have sex, but unfortunately, as soon as I cum I lose interest completely. In fact, after I cum the idea repels me. I've mentioned this fantasy to Pam, and much to my surprise it turned her on at least as much as it does me.
His big meaty hands moved slowly from my wife's full hips to her soft natural tits and my pulse quickened. It didn't seem real but my heightened senses made everything too clear for it to be a dream.
'Tell me what you want Baby Girl," he asked playfully as a wry grin spread across his handsome face. His eyes flashed briefly at me and his hands left my wife's tits and gripped the top of her tight revealing dress.