Ay: Mayıs 2021

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 There seemed to be no end in sight to the mayhem that passed for daily life in the country. The beleaguered President had the military out on the streets, as well as the state police; but when you’re hungry, and the shelves in your local food stores are bare, you want to come out onto the streets and let those in charge of your life know just how you felt. Gabriela still considered herself to be lucky. Her man, Alejandro, had a job and it paid well. But, with inflation at an all-time level, it went nowhere near to offering them the lifestyle that they had once hoped for. She took work where she could find it and had given up on her plans to start a family. Who, in their right mind, would bring an infant…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I had now been living with my sister, Carolyn, for almost six months, and things could not have been going any better. To the public, we were just a brother and sister sharing a luxury apartment in the windy city, next to the great lake, but behind closed doors, we had become impassioned lovers that could seemingly never get enough of our taboo lust for each other. Christmas was quickly approaching, and the weather became pretty nasty in our part of the country, with temperatures already falling well below freezing and snow blanketed the city a few times over. Carolyn and I normally liked the extra exercise that we got from walking the ten blocks back and forth to our office building, but the cold put the damper on that, and we were now having to resort…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Fall arrived and with it the annual ritual of moving, people seeking new places for the winter. This year the usual influx of students was curtailed by the ongoing “emergency”. Of interest to me was a flurry of activity next door. A moving van, people bustling around, unloading, carrying boxes and furniture inside, could this be new neighbours? The house had stood empty for four months. The backyard was a wasteland of discarded clothes, toys and broken furniture. Contractors had cleaned out the house after the previous tenants had moved out one night. More contractors came, repairing, painting but the debris remained. Picked over by scavengers it was s**ttered all over the yard. Finally the gate was locked and the house stood, silent and devoid of life. For the next few days I didn’t see or hear…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It was dark. And it was dead quiet. Almost. Except for the faint sounds of her breathing, I could have believed I was lying here alone. This was an amazing contrast to the sounds of frenzied sex that had only a few hours ago filled the room. She, it turns out, is a very vocal woman. Very. In contrast, normally I am quite quiet, prone to the deep animal grunt when push comes to shove. But I found I could keep up with her on this count, the neighbors be damned. We both had, apparently, fallen asleep exhausted. It was not her custom to let me spend the night. In fact she never had allowed me this particular pleasure. Always the unwritten rules were observed…seduction…fuck…recover…fuck…and leave a dollar bill under the pillow thank-you-very-much. But here I was,…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Renter to Toy Being divorced, broke, and late 50’s did not leave me many options to rent a place but I found one through local friends. It was in a house owned by a couple in their younger 50’s and the kids had moved out so they were empty nesters. I rented their basement bedroom; basement was partially finished so it was nice and always the same temp, and had my own full bathroom. All utilities and internet were included and because they knew my financial situation it was affordable so it was a win for both. I had been renting for 7 months and we all got along great even enjoying dinners nightly like I was family. One weekday I took off from work, was a day when they were both supposed to be at work….

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Introduction Prologue: This is CH. 01 of my second erotic story submitted to Literotica. I continue being thankfully indebted to Candy_Kane54 for providing editing, style advice, and general encouragement for my second erotic story submission. Primary Characters: Rachael Saunders: MBA and Business Owner = 26 Years Old Catherine Jamieson: BS Math and Key Employee = 24 Years Old Shels Gordon: HS Senior and Lost Girl = 19 Years Old Ames Davis: HS Senior and Lost Girl = 19 Years Old Jocelyn Williams: MA Education and HS Teacher = 26 Years Old BACKGROUND: Today, I was relaxing in the office of my new investment company and taking a “Long hard look” at my life. I pondered, “When or what was the exact time” in my life that brought me here. Almost everyone acknowledges at some time, a person,…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Date:18 May 2021 at 00:00:00 BST “See you baby, enjoy your workout. I love you lots.” As cliche as it is, starting a story with a phone call with my boyfriend, Tarun, seems like an ideal place to begin. A relationship that kicked off 5 years ago, between two young and innocent 18 year-olds, had now blossomed into what in many ways can be described as a perfect relationship. Although there were a few downs along the way, the trust, understanding and companionship formed between us was as strong a bond as any. Having spent the vast majority of our adolescent-life together, our personalities and behaviours had become closely entwined, and our thinking was also very similar. It is this trust that we’d spent 5 years developing, that forms the bedrock of this story, and enables the…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Olwen’s introduction. This is a work of fiction, dreamed up since joining Literotica and being inspired by lots of very hot kinky stories that I’ve already read. I don’t think I’m a vain person, but I have been self-centered enough to include a character based on myself. She is quite different to me, but I enjoyed putting myself in her shoes. I note that many authors here include a disclaimer that says all characters in the story are 18 or over, and that all sex is consensual. This applies to this serial too. If you like it, please vote and leave comments. *One dictionary definition of ‘Redux’ is ‘to bring back’ or ‘to bring home safely.’ Chapter Two Myra shook her head in annoyance, caught hold of Nicola by her elbow and literally dragged her into the…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 My wife did take me shopping for a new “sexy-wife wardrobe”. I now owned two dozen different style and color panties. I have a few leotards that have thong bottoms. I am to wear one when doing chores at Big Mike’s. I also have a broad assortment of women’s clothing I wear when Big Mike tells me. Big Mike introduced me to the love of cock, his cock to be specific. Wearing panties and other items of feminine attire when I’m with him makes perfect sense to me. Big Mike is a man, all man. “Real men do not suck cocks, johnnie,” he explained to me as Cindy and I slobbered over his big cock. “You are a little cock sucker, a panty wearing homo and I think it only appropriate that as one of the wives…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This story is preceded by two chapters. I didn’t set out to write my autobiography, so if you’ve read them and there are discrepancies, too bad! The basics are the same. I’m Anne Marmos, 35, widowed, and living on my own across the country from where I lived while married. My husband and I were swingers and I probably had more sex in a month than some folks have in a year. All sorts, by the way. But once Ian died, I folded like a cheap sheet and essentially ran from all of that. After a long time without sex (as in years), I came across some thoughts I put down that seemed to be a defense of the old “it ain’t the meat, it’s the motion” sort of thinking we women would offer to our less…