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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 First off; let me introduce myself… My name is Kayleign… I am a 20 year old student attending community college. I’m 5’3; have long dark brown hair, and blue eyes. I have a slim curvy body with 36 c cups and a firm toned ass… I awoke in the morning at 11; I always sleep in a thong; don’t know why. Haven’t been able to get to sleep unless I was wearing one since I was 12… I slid on my cute pink pajama pants on threw on a blue t shirt and walked into the hallway… As I walked down the steps my little sister was already up… Her name was Hannah; a 18 year old pain. She was already shoving spoon fulls of her favorite cereal into her mouth. “Aren’t you supposed to be in…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the first chapter to fully appreciate this tale. Wednesday, November 7 As usual Mary Claire was the first up. How she got from between Carol and me without waking me, I couldn’t imagine. She was in a cotton robe with a towel around her head walking from the bathroom to our door when she glanced at me and catching my eye, mouthed ‘love you’ and winked. Veronica kissed me and said, “We need to get up, Emerson and Hazel are coming at seven-thirty. Remember?” I honestly didn’t but we showered, had a quickie during and were getting dressed when Carol kissed us both on her way into the bathroom. I was happily looking forward to the shower we’d approved for the new master suite that would…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 For the rest of the day I avoided what sexual encounters I could. I enjoyed being fucked as much as the next male satyriac, but this was a bit much, coming on the heels of the vetting process. Besides I had expected to be contacted by someone else on the inside of the ranch—someone who was supposed to maintain communications with the special unit that had been established down in Denver to work this case and who could watch my back. But thus far he hadn’t revealed himself. I worked my way around the periphery of the main compound, thinking I’d be contacted where there was more privacy. And I even took one of the horses out for a practice ride and found that it was like they said about riding a bicycle—I hadn’t forgotten how to…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I did bear guilt. They kept telling me I shouldn’t feel any, but I couldn’t get out from underneath it and I couldn’t tell anyone why. The loving had been intense and among the best we’d ever had, provided the most satisfying release I can remember us as having. But it had also ended in sobs. That should have given me a clue, because it wasn’t joyous. It had been tortured. I should have realized it would be the last—that Matt intended it to be the last. All the signs were there. Before we went upstairs, Matt leading me by the hand, he wanted me to hear the tune of a new composition he was working on and made me stand behind him, my hands on his shoulders, as he played. “Do you like it?” he asked….

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Part 2. My first vanilla boy-boy shoot Just three days after I signed on I had my first shoot. It was a simple boy meets boy where we have a moment on the street and then end up in the bedroom (actually a bed on a set in this instance). I was pared with a good looking guy named Fred, white, about 6 feet with an athletic build. He had dark short hair and a short, well-trimmed beard. We started in the early afternoon with the outside scenes. That took a couple of hours and were pretty easy. No nudity, of course. In fact, any bystander would think that this was just a filming of a documentary of some sort. The rest of the shoot took place in the studio. The whole crew was there. Cindy included….

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I was quite a wash out at school, always seeing the cool guys get the girls, or at least have the stories of getting the girls! I had stories like that too, but they were all just in my head, my own fantasies. I always liked to think that I had one for all or any occasions! By the time I was 18 I started to get a bit of a social life and me and my friends would start to hang out and go to pubs and stuff. And so my best friend, Alex and I got into the pattern of staying over at each others houses. These were frustrating times, inevitably there would female friends in our group and I would always dream of getting with (at least) one of them, but it would always…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 (A flight of fancy and a gift to a friend with this latest little story. As always a special thanks to my friend patricia51 for her confidence and support. Thank you to our editor Marian, and a new critic who shall remain nameless but appreciated. I hope the “Irina” and “Tana” in life enjoy this and each other for a long, long time.) * Elvy rolled over in the tangled bedclothes and bumped against the older brunette as naked as herself. She nuzzled an earlobe and whispered, “How can I have you only once a year? You are the sexiest woman I have ever known.” As she spoke her hand cupped the small breasted woman’s mound and slowly stroked up and down the tender slit. She slid a middle finger into the already or still moist channel…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It was a hot party on a hotter night. She sighed and mixed the watery bottom of her margarita with the slurpy straw the host had provided along with his own alcohol-heavy bartending skills. Normally she enjoyed the happy chaos of these parties but tonight she had started out horny and happy and yet the inane chatter of the crowd had started annoying her right around the time bodies started merging two-by-two creating an R-rated Noah’s Ark in every corner and undoubtedly more explicitly around dark corners or empty bedrooms upstairs. Leaving her drink debris for a moment, she wandered over to another room where her boyfriend was still engaged in some mildly obscene drinking game. They weren’t fighting…exactly…but she thought that maybe he needed the boys-only time more than she needed some naked quality time with…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Well, well, and well-cum, my royal leaders and loyal Readers!! This story is sixth in the “How To” series starring hubby and wife BDSM couple, Lou and Sandra Burton. (Technical note: the first five followed a numerical pattern in their Saga numbers. This one continues that pattern, though it was briefly interrupted by a spicy little tale called “Clerical Terror.”) This one’s structured similarly to “How To Wage A Wargasm,” with four young women comprising two married lesbi couples. Aside from the different characters, the twist in this one will make itself known early on. One of the couples here, Barbara and Josie Greer, were the focus of my story “Fatal Edge.” The other couple is new. Cheers, folks. Orgasmically happy reading. CATS: BDSM, Exhibition/Voyeur, Group, Toys/Masturbation ***** Step 1: Arrange A Friendly Luncheon Saturday, August 31st,…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Arthur was out of the shower when Digitalis entered the bathroom, wearing Digitalis’s bathrobe and drying his dark waist-length hair. Arthur’s jet black crow-like wings were spread slightly, drying in the humid air. In contrast, Digitalis was fully-clothed in a university sweatshirt and a pair of flannel pants. His short, blunt-feathered bluejay wings were still a little damp from showering, as was his short, wavy blue hair. “That was fast. Did you need help with the rice?” asked Arthur. “Or did you decide to take me up on my offer to help you out with that boner-…Digit, what’s wrong?” “It’s not…wrong,” said Digitalis apprehensively. “Your brother’s at the front door.” Arthur inhaled sharply and muttered to himself, “Dammit Rabb.” “Bear…” Digitalis gulped. He’d been meaning to ask this question all morning, but Arthur had been so worked…