Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 When I awoke, it was nearly dawn, and I was back at the gym parking lot, fully clothed and lying on the back seat of my car, but aching and hurting in every nook and cranny of my body. I was still a little woozy from the drugs and the loss of blood and moved with great lethargy and moans that were completely different from those that Don and Doug had dragged out of me earlier in the evening. I’m sure that much of what had happened in that stone vault was subsequently lost to me, and I even began to question how much of it was real and how much of it was my vivid imagination at work. I found that, for the life of me, I couldn’t even remember now where the party had been;…
April in Texas Ch. 04
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Once back in our hotel room, I immediately went into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me. “How could I?” I thought. “How could I have embarrassed myself, embarrassed Louie…how could I let my business associate Lamar take nude photos of me having sex…am I insane?….how could I let his wife Mindy order me around…” “It must have been the alcohol…or maybe Lamar put something else in the Cognac…maybe an aphrodisiac…I had no control…it wasn’t the date rape drug, I didn’t pass out…I was out of control.” My heels, my dress, I threw them in the corner of the bathroom. After unwrapping the seal on the water glass, I filled it, and I drank a full glass. Then I drank another. I paced for a minute, and then I knelt before the toilet. “Got to do…
Shrinking Fun with Friends Pt. 01
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Not too very long ago, Melodie and Claudette were talking amongst themselves, apparently about the new shrinking device I’d invented. They seemed intrigued and maybe even a little excited. They came together to my office on their lunch break and proposed going to check it out. Now, I know I’d spent weeks working them up to this with my little hints and suggestions and some flirting (well okay, a lot of flirting lately), but I was still pretty surprised it actually worked. They both actually wanted to try it. Just the thought was causing a tingle between my legs. Both of them were very attractive women, but in the office, where I was their manager, I could never have tried anything. That never stopped us from flirting though, something we did half-jokingly almost as long as they’d…
For a Living Ch. 01
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Hi! I am Rahul and I am a part of a family which was once very happy. My dad, Raju, had a decent job and my mom, Savitha, was a good looking housewife. My dad had married her when she was just about 18. It was a love marriage which was opposed by both their families. As a result they started living separately in the city of Mumbai, where my dad worked. Within a year of marriage I was born. My dad earned enough to take good care of us and in spite of the usual financial crunches we could afford some luxuries in life. Life was turning out quite well for us until one incident shattered our lives forever. I lost my dad and the sole earning member in our family, in an accident when I…
A Journal of Truth Ch. 02
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I was still discovering the thrills (for me, anyway) of belonging to a swinger’s club six months after our first couples swap. My hubby and his ex had been swingers; I willingly agreed to try it about three years into our marriage, and loved it from the get-go! Our club provided on-site trysts one weekend a month, the rest of the month serving only as a ‘meet & greet’ facility. Up until the annual Halloween party, we had only used the club to meet other couples and a few select single members to arrange ‘off-site’ encounters. The rules of the party were simple: costumes were mandatory, as were full-face masks that one had to wear in ‘public’ areas…in the darkened ‘party rooms’, masks were allowed off. We decided to costume in togas with Mardi Gras-styled masks. “So,…
A Thorough Research Study Ch. 02
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I could see my cunt once again glistening with my wetness as Dr. Morgan’s statement sunk in. I nodded in agreement with his words – “we’d like to give you an orgasm now.” It had been a long morning of increasing arousal and no relief. I needed to come. Dr. Schafer was flipping through a folder with several pages of my handwriting in it. “For this first orgasm – baseline orgasm, if you will – we want to replicate as much as possible the orgasms you give yourself when you masturbate,” she said. “Of course, the main difference here is that you will be a passive recipient. Still, we’ve studied your intake narratives extensively and we believe we’ll be able to follow the ‘formula’ that usually makes you orgasm when you’re masturbating.” My cheeks reddened once again…
Table Top Love
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It starts, after I get off work, with a phone call. “Are you naked?” I ask. This is our typical way of answering the phone to each other. Although it has brought some interesting looks if someone is close enough to over-hear the conversation there is no one in the car with me. “Nooooo.” is the response. Oh well one can always hope! There is something wonderful by being greeted naked by the door. But is not meant to be this time. “Where are you?” she asks. “I will be there in a few minutes.” “Good. There is a fresh pot of coffee on.” There is always a fresh pot on, but alas most of it goes to waste. I spend the rest of the trip thinking about what is to come; the most passionate, sexual experience…
She Got What She Asked For Ch. 01
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I had always warned Mandy that one day she might actually get what she desired. Her kinky and perverted mind were constantly in motion, always dreaming of ways in which she might be finally dominated by someone that was able to take complete control. Amanda and I had once had a relationship that was, to put it mildly, wild. She was always the one that you would see at a party, the extrovert, loudly exclaiming her rebellion and vigor. She was quite pretty with long red hair, that hung in rivulets down her back, tickling the skin at the small of her back. Her well sculpted tummy always on display as all she ever wore out were short peasant tops and halters. She was always in a state of sexual arousal and I would often make up…
Roy Falls Apart Pt. 02
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 My eyes opened to a hazy and confusing morning. What I was sure of was that my ass was sore and I wasn’t in my own bed. Some guy was sleeping next to me. I looked around and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and it all came rushing back to me. I felt like I was having a panic attack. How could I debase myself like this? Memories swirled in my head of me blowing Brad, licking his balls, bending over for him and finally eating his cum. I had known Brad little more for an hour before I let him do things to me that I would have never done with Clint. On top of that, I let him treat me like a sextoy. There had been nothing reciprocal about last night. To…
After the Show
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Sunday 11th September 1960 “Do you think your friend…” “Konrad. My house mate. He’s not my friend…” David interrupted Alison who continued on. “Don’t be like that. You’re living with him. I know you like sweets but will Konrad, your friend, like a cake?” Alison asked. “Of course he would. He eats anything. He’s a regular dustbin.” David was standing at the Balfours counter chatting to Alison and Helen. It was Sunday, the last hour at work for all three who were manning two of the stalls set up at the Adelaide Show during the September school holidays. David had walked across the aisle from the Reids’ stall where he was demonstrating and selling white goods but as there were no potential customers, he strolled over to the Balfours stall to chat to Helen and Alison who…