Carrie was fitted with her own collar and ordered to be a good puppy. She
obediently
heeled alongside Danny.
The first person I came to was a girl about 26 years old. She had lovely
blonde hair and
from my line of vision I could see directly up her short skirt. She was not
wearing any panties
and I was delighted to see that she was a natural blonde. As I crawled to
her chair she spread
her legs farther apart and said, “Hi doggie, are you lost?” I found this
treatment to be very
exciting and decided to improvise a little. I stuck my head under her skirt
and sniffed at her sex.
The aroma was exhilarating. Danny quickly jerked back on the leash which
caused me to be
pulled up onto my knees. Danny said, “I’m sorry maam, My dog isn’t usually
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Lori Tries A Gloryhole
Lori and I have enjoyed a very active sex life. We
first stumbled on it several years ago. I was at a
training session out of town and invited my wife Lori
to join me. She hung out at the pool and soon incurred
the attention of another man. I encouraged her to keep
flirting with him and eventually got her to have sex
with him. This was a long time goal for me and I even
got to go down on her after he had fucked her and I was
hooked.
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CAUGHT WATCHING sister and brother-in-law fucking
Nancy prepared to go out on her weekly voyeurism tour.
In the past several months, she discovered that she
could drive around various neighborhoods late in the
evening and find dim lights turned on in bedrooms. Nancy
would creep up to the windows and peer inside. Nancy was
looking for couples having sex.
About six months earlier, Nancy accidentally saw her
sister and brother-in-law fucking in their spare
bedroom.
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Novel of Anal sex 1.
“How does a fellow get to be gay? I might not know all of the ways or the proper explanations, but I know of one way that’ll turn anybody gay and that’s to be married to a chick like Ellen. Yeah, Ellen, that’s the bitch’s name. I ought to know, because I was married to her for almost three years, and a hell of a marriage it was. Maybe I wouldn’t have made the mistake if I’d known more about women at the time that I married her, but I didn’t. Hell, she was the only woman I’d ever been to bed with more than once. I’d balled about four cunts before I met up with her but they were all one-night stands. Ellen, she seemed a little different and I guess I fell for her act.
“You know, people believe a lot of stuff about artists, about how we all don’t do much except slap paint on canvas and ball every babe in sight. Maybe that’s true for some artists, but I never knew one that it fitted. For me, anyway, after I’d been standing in front of an easel for five or six hours in a row, sweating my balls off and trying to figure out some way of getting what was in my head down onto canvas, I wasn’t ready for anything but a long time in the sack. And I do mean alone! I thought painting was damned hard work and I’ve never known a painter who didn’t agree with me on that, if on nothing else.
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Male Lust An essay
A university study probing male sexual responses
reported the surprise finding that nearly all men
responded more intensely and rapidly to images of women
wearing bras than to images of topless women. At least
it was a surprise to them. When simply asked which they
would prefer seeing, the vast majority of men would
choose topless to bikini-covered.
Just a little car trouble
Every nerve in my body was singing like high tension wires as I
focused on his attentions to my pussy. His fingers glided in the
moisture which I was producing at a prodigious rate. I gasped as I
felt the tip of his nose touch the hardness of my clit. His tongue
followed the path of his fingers, touching lightly at first, then hard
and flat against the bottom edge of my hungry pussy. A finger thrust
into my soft, wet folds and my muscles instinctively grasped at the
delicious intruder. I heard a corresponding gasp from him, gravelly
and deep. He pulled his finger from me and replaced it with his
tongue, thrusting deep into me, tasting the juices that gushed from
me.
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