Summer had been and gone and Melissa and I seemed to be busy all the time. I was in catering college and she was in university. She had made it abundantly clear to me that we were not an item, we were just good friends that happen to have sex. That was fine by me as I had become close friends with one of the girls at college. One evening Melissa came over to hang out. As usual she looked sexy as hell. She seemed a bit wi...
Shut up, stand here and get ready. That's right, behind the desk. I want to suck your cock. Quick, before anybody comes in! It's frosted glass between here and reception, but still...Opening my shirt, I wriggle, taking off my bra to let my tits swing free. They wobble as I hitch up my skirt and pull down my knickers to kick them off. Bending over so you can see my big, round ass, you watch me pick up the tangle of lace. O...
He saw her across a crowded room. Everything around them became a blur as their eyes met, sparks flew and their beating hearts fluttered like butterflies. He crossed the floor towards her.Words were few and far between, apart from the ones both wanted to hear whispered from each others lips. Those words that can open a heart and allow love within.The journey home was tedious, but rewarding. Getting to know one another as...
"Tell me about the other two blokes that you had sex with while you were on holiday with Bev," I said as we lay on the beach, a couple of days later. "Aww, leave me alone," Sharron answered, "I'm tired and I've got a bit of a hangover. Just let me sleep." "You can sleep later, tell me about the other blokes, what were their names?" "I told you, Colin and Del, or Des or something like that." "How come you can't remember hi...
I stood beneath the shower head, as the water ran over me lazily. I hadn't noticed Juliet stepping into the bathroom. Her back was against the door and she watched me shower.My hands ran around my naked body, lathering it and rinsing away the soap suds lazily.She stared at me cleaning myself and licked her lips. She was getting aroused just by watching me, as her hands caressed her own body. Her hands ran over her lusciou...
This Story is based upon several couples experiences that I melded to together into one story, I hope you like it. Let me start by introducing ourselves, I’m Karri and my husband is Terry. I know; Karri and Terry. We were made for each other. Terry is 28, 6’ 200 lbs., his head is shaved after his hair started to recede but he is pretty cute that way. He keeps fit, as we both like the gym. I’m 27, 5’ 5” 120 lbs., brown hai...
Although I had turned eighteen a few months back, I was still living at home. My father had left when I was young, and I lived with my mother all of these years. At times it was a struggle, but she always found time for me, and more importantly - took care of me, making sure I had everything I could ever want. She had a great support around her also, lots of friends - many of whom were of the female variety, and several w...
You're the cheese on my cracker The cream in my pieThe icing on my cakeThe apple of my eye. You're the ice in my cubeThe bubble in my gumThe nibble on my lipBefore I taste your tongue Oh can't you see I love you more than food? You're balls in my spaghettiI'm the southern fried on your cockYou're the peanut in my butterAnd stir carrots in my wok A spring in my stepThe grin on my faceCause I iced your pole and My Cherry yo...
With the working day done, the building has started to empty as people return home to their lives. Walking into your room we exchange a smile, along with pleasantries on how the day has gone since we last spoke over lunch. We both know why I'm there with you; we always go through this routine as we watch through the window as most of the remaining staff leave or go elsewhere in the building. Our staged conversation comple...
Being alone is sadYou sit and stare in to spaceYou imagine so many thingsYou think about what ifWhat if you had a special someoneWhat would you doWould you be holding handsWould you lean over and kiss himWhat if, what would you doWould I share my secretsWould I tell him I caredWould I hold him tightWould I look him in his eyesWould I begin to undress himWould I caress his naked bodyWould I get on my kneesWould I take his...
Every girl has a slut withinA burning desire to commit a sinWe want adventure and to feel aliveIt is fuel for our sex driveI just met you but please don't be shyBecause I really want to drain your balls dryBe aggressive and don't hold backThere's a reason I'm showing off my rackUndress me slowly and play with my bodyI want to be bad, nasty and naughtyI really love to turn you onMaking your cock get hard and longGrab my ha...
The gun season for white-tail deer starts a week before Thanksgiving and even though ‘my’ woods are privately owned, hunters encroach on them from neighboring game lands. My grandfather's brother really owns the land, and he doesn't give a shit about hunters, so none of it is posted. When I hike into what I call ‘my’ cove during hunting season, I have to be careful or I could get shot. After what happened last year though...
In the weeks after blowing Kurt in the men's room at the club in front of several men, we had enjoyed some enthusiastic sex remembering and reliving the event. This was a pattern we had begun during his year, from the very beginning. His first had been the facial, and while I wasn't prepared the first time for having anything shooting at my face, I’d enjoyed the excitement, and when we’d talked the next morning, I’d told...
As pickles in a barrel, constrained I feel A pickles life seems just surreal As pickle A fucks pickle B “I’m in a pickle” says he. Lumped together against their will They live in the brine and raunchy dill. Until alas they accept their lot of life within the pickle pot. I once peeked in the barrel at night And witnessed the horrid pickle plight For some ‘twas a game of fuck me please As the cukes fucked freely ‘tween kosh...
This is a poem 'bout Nate and a dirty slut named Kate. How neither of them could wait for a Sweet Valentine's date. Nate worked at the auto-mart 'cause he wasn't very smart. Kate's legs were always apart because she's a dirty tart. When Kate leans on the counter, the stench of slut surrounds her. After a brief encounter, Nate thought he’d like to mount her. He said, “Hi, how are you Kate? Tonight I’m gonna wor...
