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SarahMarelli
Over 90 days ago
Bisexual Female, 47
Ireland

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The Man We Met At The Bar

It wasn't the first time I had gone home with a stranger.

"CASSIE! Dear God. You are taking for-fucking-ever! Hurry your ass up!" "Get off your high horse, Maggie. I'm working on it." I gave my self a once over in the bathroom mirror. My red hair was perfectly curled down my back and my silver strapless clung to my curves tightly. The dressaccentuated my rather curvy ass, and my natural 34C breasts. "Sexy." I whispered to myself, and strutted out of the room. Maggie was sitting...

My Night With McSteamy

Eric Dane...One Of The Sexiest Guys Alive....

It was my first night in Hollywood, and I was going home with someone, I just didn't know who, yet. I was only in Hollywood for two nights, and I wasn't going to risk not getting fucked. I pulled up to the curb in my rented Honda Accord, and stepped out. The valet walked up to my car, took the keys and handed me a ticket. I could feels his eyes looking me up and down. I walked up to the bouncers, and stuck out my tits. Th...

Angelina was no angel. Stuck at the plantation in the middle of a sticky summer, among banana trees, mosquitoes and Cuban cigars, she looked out of the open doorways that shielded her from intruders by iron bars. “Fuck, I’m in a prison”, she mouthed off to herself. Sweat beads had formed a long time ago on her body. Now they just moved from one place to another, sliding down her flesh the way she wished Carlos’s tongue wo...

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“Are they doing what I think they are doing?” I asked. Tim laughed. “Ah, Katey, you are so innocent!” I smiled up at him as we stood in the park behind the shopping mall. Tim had volunteered to walk me home after work, a part time job I had after college some nights and Saturdays at McDonalds. He was my manager and I was flattered by the attention of someone older, hence I had agreed to take the walk with him. It was to b...

Tommy and Me (Part II, Prom)

Also a TRUE story (you probably should read the first one, too)

I pulled my gray dress up my body and my sister zipped it. The purple, blue, and pink flower design on the back hid the zipper well enough. My hair had the perfect amount of Pouf in it, and I was ready to go.Tommy's red Chevy pickup truck turned into the driveway and he hopped out. Tommy stopped in front of his truck to fix his tie. He wore the classic black tux, a gray vest, and a gray and white striped tie. Once he was...

Tommy and Me

This is a true story ;) We were only 17.

I laid on the couch at Tommy's house, Tommy and his older brother, Adam, sat on the recliners. Lethal Weapon 2 played on their tv. Once the credits rolled I jumped up and headed to the kitchen. Tommy crawled out of the chair and followed me. I leaned up against the counter, facing him. He leaned on me, our faces almost touched. "Hey," he whispered, "Whats the matter?""Did Adam have to be here?" I whispered back. "I though...

“So tell me, how did you get my name?” asked Sergio while he was in the process of setting up his massage table. “I got it from Donna Atkins, she says you come very highly recommended.” “Well, I’ll thank Donna next time I see her,” Sergio replied smoothly, as he finished up snapping the last table leg into place. “Now tell me, what kind of trouble are you experiencing?” “Uh, it’s my back, mostly,” Sami Winthrop replied. “...

The Birthday Gift Your birthday party had been great fun. We'd met some friends in our local. We'd had a good laugh, and maybe drunk a little too much. But hell it was your birthday. I hadn't known what to get you for the occasion; I wanted it to be something memorable. But what? Clothes? I would choose wrong. Perfume? You had a dressing table full. Underwear? To easy! But what? Then your eyes had lighted onto something i...

I held the glass of tequila in my hands, often bringing it up to my lips getting little sips, just to keep the burn there. The boy next to me kept eyeing me. He was probably twenty-five. Or, as my friend would say, twenty-fine. He had short brown hair and bright blue eyes. He ordered another shot from the bartender, and then gulped it down. He then swiveled over to me and said, "I'm Kyle. Do you want to dance?"I gave him...