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Golden Shower first time

Woody had kissed her for the first time that evening,
oh he had kissed her on the cheek before, but never on
the lips, he was delighted when he pulled back and she
quickly returned the kiss. Quickly he whispered he
would wait till later in the night, and then when the
others were asleep he would come to her.

It seem like ages before he decided it was safe to ease
from the bed and join her, the room was dark when he
quietly approached her bed, even though he was unable
to see her, he knew she was awake. He lay down gently
beside her and felt her move to the side a bit, and
then he was holding her in his arms as they found one
another’s lips.

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He fucked her harder

“It was that kind of day,” he thought. A Southern August summer day,
hot and sticky. Walking outside was like trying to walk against a river
current. The very air resisted you. He grabbed a black handkerchief out
of his back left pocket, and wiped his brow. He fingered the necklace
he wore, and the single key on it. Damn it was hot today.

Still, he had to do what he was doing. His eyes scanned the horizon, and
the daily thunderheads were building up, threatening a powerful storm.
His cock stirred as he thought about the power of the storm, and where
he was going. Continue reading He fucked her harder

The doctor is female

I recently had my first physical examination by my current regular
doctor. The doctor is female, I am male. We are both in our 30s. From
seeing the other people in the waiting room, I can guess that most of
the patients who frequent her practice are elderly. So I like to think
that I am the only person near to her own age that she has examined in
a while.
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Sleepy Sex

I’ll see if I can’t keep this short. I’m a female, 21 years old and
married and I love sleepy sex. I’ve been cruising around the net
looking for anything even remotely connected to my interest, just
because it is exciting to me that so many other people share my
interest.

It started when I was in my teens. I found a video tape once, by
accident, of a me and my father having sex. I had no recollection of
it, I’d never even suspected that my dad had abused me, but the
evidence was right there. He’d drugged me? I guess, and then after I
was passed out set up a video camera to capture his abuse. Continue reading Sleepy Sex

Unwrap your present and play with it

Every year, my family spends Christmas week in a ski resort. One year it’s
Aspen, the next Vail, and so on. My junior year in college it was Steamboat
Springs. The fates intervened. The week before Christmas, I broke my leg in
a pedestrian way – falling on a slick sidewalk. I was going to be a limping
lad for three weeks, at least.

To top it off, I’d fallen leaving my girlfriend’s apartment after breaking
up with her. Ironic, isn’t it? An emotional break and a physical one.

Mom wanted to call off the ski trip, but Dad said if I was alive, I was all
right, and if I was all right, he was going skiing. They offered to take me
with them, but being there and not participating in the fun didn’t appeal to
me. They went and took my siblings with them. My Aunt Sue and Uncle Jed
promised to look after me. I had a lovely Christmas Eve at their home, but I
went home to my own empty house. Continue reading Unwrap your present and play with it

Surviving the Divorce

“What do we need to talk about, Dear?” I asked, though I had a inkling.

“Your ex-wife, Gary,” Patricia said, seriously, but with an odd twinkle
in her eye.

“That promises to be rather an involved discussion,” I replied, “so do
you mind if I relay my news first, before I forget again?”

“I suppose, as long as it doesn’t take too long.” She draped herself
elegantly over one of the chairs, graciously inviting me to the one next
to it with a wave of one slender hand. I swear to God, that woman was
born in the wrong place at the wrong time! She seemed to have been bred
to be royalty!

“So what’s the big news?” she asked, pouring me a glass of scotch, neat,
the way I like it. Continue reading Surviving the Divorce

Waitress fuked hard

“What do you think of her?” It was a slightly strange question for
Rachel to ask.

“She seems nice.” What do you say about the waitress who has just taken
your order? Rachel was watching her walk away and I looked with her.

“Would you want to spank her?”

“Rachel!” I blurted, then sat there stunned. What a question to ask out
of the blue! Rachel was sometimes a little crazy, but this was beyond
anything!

But it wasn’t the first time Rachel had talked to me about spanking.
No, despite my shock, I immediately remembered that one other time when
we were apartment-mates in college. But that had been years ago and I’d
certainly never expected the subject to come up again, like this! She’d
told me one time that Beth, another of our apartment-mates, allowed her
boyfriend to spank her. I’d been aghast and Rachel seemed amused by my
reaction. The next time I’d seen Beth, I’d needed to watch myself to
keep from staring at her: she acted perfectly naturally while I’d done
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My Perfect Slut Lisa – Doing Nikki

Lisa and Amy and I had headed down the hall toward the elevator as Nikki
and Matt were saying good-bye to the three men. But suddenly we heard
Nikki calling to us as she ran to catch up with just her blouse on. Then we
remembered her slacks were down in the hotel seating area. She looked
really sexy with her pretty tits jiggling and her pussy on display.

“Lisa! Wait!” Nikki called out.

We all stopped and waited for Nikki and Matt to join us. Nikki had to catch
her breath and then she said, “I can’t even wait until tomorrow! I need you
again right now!”
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Continue reading My Perfect Slut Lisa – Doing Nikki

“The Artist” by Chiaroscuro

It is her turn in the pink upholstered chair.

Her body, rigid a moment ago at the peak of her passion, has passed
into a state of apparent bonelessness. She is sighing vocally but
weakly. She makes no move to lower the skirt wrapped around her hips.
Her legs are still spread wide by the bulk of his form, but her knees
sag inward and her hands hang open, limp, at the sides of the chair.
As a shudder rocks her one last time, he sits back on his heels,
licking his lips and smiling. black Continue reading “The Artist” by Chiaroscuro