This carries on from Sally Part 1. Sally messaged me asking when I was back in town, and I advised that I would not know for a while but would keep her informed. Later that day, I received another message. This time, it had a picture of her in a cream skintight dress, leaving very little to the imagination. She must have played with her nipples to get them hard and showing through the dress. The pictures became more and m...

A shiver crept up my spine as we walked into the haunted graveyard. Although it was broad daylight, there was something existentially eerie about walking amongst the dead remains in concrete tombs. We had come to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. However, after enjoying the festive Krewe of Zulu parade earlier that morning, I’d gotten sucked into the tour after visiting Voodoo Authentica on Dumaine Street. “Come on,” my friend,...

As Brady stood up and began to remove his clothes, Jennifer stared at him, their eyes only breaking contact when he pulled his T-shirt over his head. Once naked, Brady bent over the bed and kissed Jennifer. Their mouths quickly opened, tongues colliding. As they kissed, Brady’s hands each grabbed a nipple, pinching and pulling at the same time. Jennifer sucked in a deep breath as they kissed, reacting to the pain. Breakin...

I sat in the middle and took the initiative by throwing my legs open, one on each guy. I used one hand to play with my clit, and my other hand reached out for one guy's head and pulled him close to me to kiss his lips. The other guy kissed me on my back and used his hands to caress my body, legs, cup my tits... it was the start of another great session One of the guys moved between my open legs to give me smooth oral, and...

This need is a terrible pleasure waking up and wanting you day after day, exhausted or not, with you or not had you or not, it never ends. So I want you so much it ends with us wanting more. We say, “Yes, all the good things," and my body tingles. Wanting so much it hurts, wanting so much a little pain is sweet, wanting so much what I want is what you want. And you say, “Yes, we can have all the good things, you can have...

Alison had just turned thirty-five and was feeling her age. To be sure, she was a very attractive, sexy woman no matter her age. Attractive enough to land a very wealthy older man as his trophy wife. Art was fifty-seven, twenty-two years her senior, and had definitely lost a step sexually lately, just as she felt she was reaching her sexual peak. That was one of the issues that bothered her, but she knew the deal she was...

This carries on from Sally Part 1. Sally messaged me asking when I was back in town, and I advised that I would not know for a while but would keep her informed. Later that day, I received another message. This time, it had a picture of her in a cream skintight dress, leaving very little to the imagination. She must have played with her nipples to get them hard and showing through the dress. The pictures became more and m...