We walked into the lobby of the huge hotel. We walked
up to the counter and you asked for the honeymoon
suite. You told the man to have a bottle of honey,
and a bottle of whipped cream sent to our room. After
that you asked that we not be disturbed, under any
circumstances. Keep Reading
This is a story of an India Housewife named Alpa. She is the one of those females who never gets enough. She is always sexually starved. To describe, she is a 28, a bit fat, 5ft. 8″ height with gorgeous Legs, gigantic round ass & slightly sagging but big breasts. While at home, Alpa always wears an Indian Saree which is skin tight enabling her to expose her curves. She deliberately wears tight blouses so as to squeeze her breasts up, creating a long cleavage line which no one can help their eyes off on it.
I shall not waste much of a time to tell anything about her day to day lifestyle or her relationships with her husband. All I can say is that her husband satisfies her to his best. Alpa gets fucked almost 5 times a week by her husband. But she never gets enough. Her husband is also aware, that she can be turned on anytime anywhere to quench her vaginal thirst. She is always on fire. Her Husband had to use climax spray to prolong, and during that time, she would climax twice or thrice, but still would want more. Keep Reading
I could not stop thinking about her perfect breasts, her fit behind and her beautiful, long legs. That was all I thought about all those endless workdays at my father’s house. I was there to put paint on the freshly-build walls and to give a helping hand in general. The house had been under construction for over a year and it still wasn’t complete. When I had started working there had been some process but now my working pace had decreased. I couldn’t concentrate! Every once in a while my mind again wandered to my stepmother’s awesome body. Her voluptous lips, those curvy hips.. Keep Reading
The first week in November is my favorite time of the year. It’s the time of the annual Savannah Film Festival and my own personal time for indulgence. I just pack up a bag and head down to Savannah where I’m transported to a different place in time. If I’m lucky, I can catch the fall foliage colors, hit the museums, and listen to some great jazz while I’m there as well. Usually, I go as a spectator, taking in the film and surrounding myself with culture. This year was going to be particularly special for me. I was going to be debuting my first erotic short film. Upon leaving last year, I decided I could do the same thing some of those other people I had done and set out to tell my story on celluloid. I was nervous because there was no “genuine” Black erotic film out there and I was afraid of how it was going to be received. I didn’t want people to think it was porn and I didn’t want intellectuals overanalyzing what I was intending to do. I wanted to present to the world twenty minutes of cerebral dialogue, intense emotions, and exquisite lovemaking between Black people. Keep Reading
Last week I got a phone call from Komal telling me how horny she was and how she wanted me to come over to her apartment and do something about her condition. Having nothing better to do, I told her I would be right over. We have been together a few times and there are very few things that are more fun than alleviating Komal’s feelings of horniness. Although not attractive in the conventional way, she is extremely sensuous so we hugely enjoy making love together. Keep Reading
He leant back, sighing, blissfully happy that her head was between his legs. His cock twitched as her tongue flicked out once again to touch the head, and her hot breath continued to turn up the heat inside his shaft. The palms of his hands pressed against the wall. He didn’t dare touch her head, for fear of grabbing it tightly and ramming his cock right down her throat. The room felt suddenly warm, as blood and endorphins pulsed through his body. She was increasing her pace, her fingernails brushing gently against his thigh as she tried to take more of his cock between her lips. He could hear the familiar noises now; the juicy suck and smack of her lips, ragged breath, and the soft gag of her throat as it denied his cock entry. Keep Reading
Angle stayed in the bath for a few more minutes to calm down. She looked content and had a broad smile on her face when she continued talking to me.”Hold out the towel for me, please,” she asked.I got the towel and held it open in my hands. She stepped out of the tub and slowly took the few paces up to me, completely unashamed. She turned and backed into the towel and my arms. I closed the towel around her and just kept my arms around her.”Dry me,” she asked softly. Keep Reading
I had been working on a major assignment for my degree in marine Biology at Boston university.I needed to spend considerable time in the library researching the material. It had been six months since I was in the library, and it took me a while to find everything. I had been searching online and got some information, but had to hit the library stacks for additional reference and print material.
I was sitting on the floor between the stacks of books reading through some of the books to find something useful. I looked up and saw a beautiful woman sitting at a desk not too far from me. I was slightly behind her and to the side. I could see that she had her head down and was reading something and writing in a notebook. I just stared at her for a few minutes. There was something about her that seemed interesting and she caught my attention with her cute looks, but it was her body movement that held my stare. Keep Reading
“Stop it.” the young man warned as he stripped off his shirt, leaving only the worn green fishnet falling just past his smooth pectorals. Uay only continued to stare, unblinking and unmoving. “I said STOP.” He turned to face the elf, throwing upon him a dark, dangerous scowl. No reaction. “God! What do you want?” Oktavian threw his arms into the air, “And don’t say sex because I have a headache.” The young male god’s hands balled into adorable fists at his sides in a show of his beastly ferocity and the potential violence he was capable of once threatened. Keep Reading
It was our first summer of being 18 and out of school. Peggy Sue was working at her uncles drive in. She was blonde and petite, much prettier than me. but not concieted about it. We had been friends since junior high school. Peggy had been shy all the time I had known her so I was shocked beyond belief on the night we met Walter. Keep Reading
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