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I found my new teaching job challenging and pleasing. As a fine arts instructor in a regional arts high school I was happy to be where I was at 35 years old. I was single and unattached at the time and art teaching jobs were hard to find. There were two other art teachers in the department. Steve, a graphic arts specialist, was a little older than I and Lucy was the painting and drawing instructor. She was in her early forties, single and very into her studio work as well as her teaching. She had a fine reputation as a figurative painter and we became friends almost immediately. We both seemed to hit it off professionally and personally and we had an easy banter with each other. Lucy talked about a group of art friends that got together to do life drawing at her studio and suggested I join them to” broaden my artistic levels” as she put it. But my work was primarily 3 –d and I had limited interest in drawing or painting. She asked if I had ever modeled for life classes in college as so many art students had done. She had modeled herself in college she told me and found the experience insightful and valuable as an artist. I had not done any modeling but had thought about it. But modesty and shyness had kept me from trying .I was tall and lean… skinny really, with blond hair, blue eyes and long arms and legs. Hardly the masculine ideal I had seen in fine art male nudes. I had some exhibitionist fantasies but had kept them at strictly a fantasy level thus far. She went on about how great a model I would be and how easy it really was. She said they had difficulty in finding male models and finally coaxed me into at least trying it in two weeks. Lucy was an attractive woman in a no nonsense way, lean and athletic looking for her age. She had dirty blond hair with green eyed and her firm medium sized breasts always drew my attention when she went without a bra. The pointed nipple tips were always a welcome sight first thing in the morning to start the day. I felt a little anxious about posing nude but at the same time the idea excited me a little. I was curious about the experience and the women that found the male nude aesthetic or erotic.
My first session for her art group was scheduled for nest Wednesday night at her studio. She had explained that it was group of four women that were artist/teachers in the county that were as serious as she about their professional work and all used the figure or references to it in their paintings. My poses would be used for male references in future work. I had taken some basic figure drawing classes and knew the routine. Short poses for the beginning gesture drawings to loose up with, then mid length poses to familiarize the artist with the models features and proportions, and lastly longer poses to do a more finished drawing.
I arrived early and Lucy met me with a gracious smile and thanked me in advance for posing. She led me to the area in her home that she used as a studio, a large refinished back room. The other artists were there readying themselves for their drawings. I smiled at them but avoided eye contact as I moved through the studio. There was a screen in one corner where she told me I could change and I realized I had not brought a robe. I explained my problem to her and she smiled ‘ We don’t want to draw you wearing a robe” she chided “ but I guess for your grand entrance you will need something”. She found an old work coat of hers and I tried it on. It barely covered my bottom but would at least be sufficient to use for this session. Now it was time to begin.
I was nervous about starting and when I entered the room where they were set up I could feel an erotic tension building. I did not want to open my robe and begin the first pose in a state of arousal. They seemed self absorbed at their easels and hardly aware I was there at all. This helped ease my anxiety and I climbed up on a low platform that was set up for the posing. I was still wearing the work coat when Lucy approached me
“You will do fine I am sure. We will start with some fluid poses for our gesture drawings.
Let me introduce you to my fellow artists.”
With that she called for their attention and introduced me as a fellow colleague and artist that graciously agreed to pose for them. Now it was my time to pose. I disrobed and was nude and trying to work into some poses to begin with. I felt a tingling in my cock and scrotum and I sensed them looking at me nude, sizing me up. This sensation made my cock swell and I felt a warmth growing there. I found myself in a semi erect state with the shaft rising a little and my cockhead felt swollen and full. I could feel them looking not necessarily in a sexual way but with a full gaze, taking in my entire body as artists. This did not diminish my state of arousal though. I continued to assume a variety of poses, each about 1 minute or so for their drawings. After 10 or so poses Lucy directed me to break, which was a relief as I tried to compose myself. I could feel droplets of precum on the tip of my penis as a result of my semi erect state and hoped no one would notice. I always get wet quickly and have been embarrassed at times with pre cum spots on my swim suits at the beach. Lucy now asked me to go into the next set of poses which would be 5 minute ones. I would stand more still and get to take in the people that were drawing me.
It did give me time to see the artists in the class. They were a mixed group of women by ages, physical types, as well as artistic styles and personalities as I was later to find. For now though I could feel and see differing levels of concentration and intensity in their faces. This eased my erotic thoughts a bit following their subtle movements as they sketched. I had been afraid to try to wipe away the precum droplets I had experienced earlier. I feared if someone saw me wiping my cock head they would think I was touching myself sexually, so I left it alone. The wetness had oozed down the shaft and head. I could see myself in a mirror that was set up on the opposite wall of the studio and the glistening was quite visible. I wondered if anyone else had noticed. It was now the end of the five minute poses and the group would now take a rest break. I went back to the screened area and donned my work coat. And Lucy came back and told me how pleased she was with the class so far.
“You were wonderful. I know everyone was pleased and we all look forward to the longer poses. By the way you have great posture and hold your poses well” she hesitated for a bit and then said, “ and you have nice bod too!……….”
And laughed sweetly. I was flattered and smiled back
“ I usually take a few minutes before the longer poses begin do talk some about anatomy of the specific model to the group. Since you are the first male model we have had it would be especially helpful. Is that o.k.?”
“ Fine.” I replied
I mingled a little with the group before we started again. They were all very nice to me and complemented me as Lucy had on the initial poses. They were surprised that I had never modeled before and a petite dark haired woman named Rose joked,
“ We are first timers too doing a male figure. You will have to be patient with us!”
She was in her 40’s I figured and said she taught High School art as well.
A tall blond haired woman named Sheila was there as I chatted with the others. She was just out of college and taught middle school art classes nearby. She was plain and more reserved and just took everything in, watching and listening to everyone..
The break time was now over and Lucy called the group together and said she wanted to talk about some anatomy concerns before the long poses. She asked if I would assume a frontal standing pose. I did as she asked and wondered exactly what her anatomy discussion would be like. After removing my cover up I felt a little rush being nude in front of the group again. I spoken and mingled with them , connecting in a way and now here I was the nude model again. I felt their eyes on me .
Lucy spoke plainly and in a nonchalant way as she pointed out anatomical things they should be aware of as they looked at me as a drawing subject.
“There are some very obvious differences between our model tonight, Peter and the others we have used., and I am not just referring to the obvious difference.”
This comment drew some giggles as I blushed a little. I had good feelings about them. They were friends and the enjoyment was obvious among them as the drawing sessions that brought them together were about more than just art. Lucy proceeded to go over many aspects of the human anatomy using me as a reference for her discussion.
“The male body has shaper angles and is more structured than the soft curves we saw in the female form as when Leslie posed for us last week. Her proportions were different and soft curves were found through out her body where they are not here.”
The women were attentive and looked at what she had to say intently.
“ We also can’t ignore the sexual differences in his body such as the flat muscular pectoral area and his groin and pelvic area. And another issue is symmetry.
Let’s look at his body keeping these things in mind.”
She motioned for me to step next to her and continued.
“ I want you to look at his chest area first and notice his muscle group there. His pectoral muscles are nicely developed and the nipples protrude at the ends not unlike Sheila’s did but much less prominent. Robert’s nipples look to be average size in shape and circumference and with his fair coloring are a pale pink. The tips are not as prominent and less likely when aroused to stand out like a females. His are distended a bit now. By the way if any of you have any questions please don’t be shy, just ask away.”
I felt strange with her description of my nipples as I never really thought about comparing them to a females. I experienced a tingling sensation and the tips hardened.
“The pelvic area is the most obvious thing we need to be aware of as different in drawing the male. Lets talk about the penis now………”
She paused and there were some wry smiles and Rose blurted out. “Yeah let’s talk about it!”
The group was more relaxed now and I felt more at ease too. They were making the most of this session as it was a real learning experience. Lucy continued.
“In order to draw the male nude one has to know some things about the physical characteristics of the penis and pelvic area. I will be specific. Notice that Robert is fair haired and his pubic area is also blond and silky with longer strands. He is circumcised as the head is always visible since the foreskin has been removed. The circumcision scar is the deeper pink ring just below the head on his shaft. The head of a penis has a distinctive shape with his an elongated bell shape. The ridge of this head is more prominent and a deeper pink color. The coloration of the penis will vary and with Robert being fair, the shaft is normally a pale pink with the head standing out more in color in a purplish deeper pink. In different conditions the colors will intensify going more towards a salmon pink. His scrotum hangs below the shaft and you will notice that the left testicle hangs lower than the right.”
She was certainly going into detail and I was feeling very much on display. I sensed they were all looking at my cock to verify the things she was telling them to look for. Sheila had been listening intently and now posed a question.
“ I noticed that they hang differently. Is that normal?”
“Oh yes absolutely. Most men will hang lower on the left.”
“And his scrotal sack is smoother than most. Do you shaved there Peter?” .Lucy asked
“Yes.” I shyly answered.
Rose piped in, “I thought he was just very blond there and we couldn’t see hair.
I keep myself smooth too!” The group laughed at her frankness and I smiled too..
Nancy asked further, “His penis seems to point to one side too, kind of left.”
Lucy explained, “That is common as well. Men are not perfectly symmetrical nor are women. For instance our breasts are not the same size nor do they usually hang exactly the same.”
I felt aroused and starting swelling with all this attention. My shaft grew arching upward and I felt embarrassed now. I tried to turn to the side and bend a bit to off set this. It didn’t help though and I found my self growing more aroused. I caught Sheila’s eyes looking down at my cock as it swelled and then she looked directly into my eyes. She kept eye contact with me and quickly looked away. She could see what was happening and sensed my discomfort and growing embarrassment. I was blushing now and I tried to keep my mind focused on something to stem my arousal but it did not seem to work. My cock was now in a “solid” state as Lucy continued. She looked over at me and realized what was occurring.
“You can see that he has experienced an involuntary reaction now and his penis has become swollen. It’s O.K. Robert, it may have happened from calling attention to it and it is not a problem.”
She was playing it down and it did help me relax.
“O.K. we are going to have Robert do a 45 minute pose now. Back to work.”
Lucy approached me as the others went back to their easels. In a very quiet voice she said to me,
“You holding up ok? Please don’t be embarrassed. It happens sometimes with models.”
She smiled softly and continued, “With a female model it doesn’t show. With you it all shows …….we will just draw what we see.”
I thanked her for her kind words and moved over to the platform and readied for the last pose of the night.
Lucy had a small couch set up on the platform with some pillows and a throw on it. She suggested I do a reclining pose, which was agreeable to me. I adjusted my self on the throw lying on my back turned slightly on my side facing the group. Lucy made some adjustments with my arms and legs for a more aesthetic look to the pose. It would be a 45
minute pose with a break for me at 20 minutes.
My cock was still swollen when I assumed the pose being in the reclining position it was positioned upward, the underside visible. I was aware of the tightness in my scrotum as my balls had risen and were swollen from my arousal. A long bead of precum had oozed out and was visible just above my pubic hairline. I decided to ignore it and go with the situation as Lucy had suggested. I was still aroused and my cock was not a full blown erection but swollen considerably. I tried to look into the distance at the back wall not looking at any of them specifically. The time passed slowly, and it seemed it had been an hour when Lucy called for a brief time out form the pose. My cock was softened now, still elongated but not as swollen when I climbed down from the platform. I went back to get my cover up and wanted to look at the drawings they were working on.
Of the four Lucy was the best. She had captured the attitude the of pose exactly, and her rendering of me was very good. The form was solid with good volume and a nice feel of modeling with the pastel. It was a very good likeness. The details were still sketchy but it was very professional looking and no doubt it was me. The others were of varying quality with Sheila and Rose competently working with the pose and my likeness. Their drawings were also pastel and less finished. Nancy was struggling with the pose, working in graphite. She had started by making the torso too large and could not fit the head or lower areas in to the composition. It had become more of a torso study. All the drawings showed my cock in the upward semi aroused position with Sheila’s showing the most detail. She had precisely drawn the contour of the head and the shaft was modeled subtly to show the variations of the surface texture. She had looked very carefully at her subject. Lucy had stood more in back of me and the view was looking from my head downward. She too had drawn the cock head in some detail as if she was looking over my shoulders and it faced her. It would be interesting to see how they were all completed.
My short break was over and it was back to the end of the session time.
I reassumed my pose on the sofa, asking for help from Lucy to find the angles of my arms and legs and the correct position of my body. She decided it was close enough to begin and told the group it would be for 25 minutes to complete the session. We were about to begin when Sheila approached Lucy and said something quietly to her. She nodded to her and walked over to me and said discreetly,
“Sheila pointed out that in the first part of this pose your penis was positioned in an upward view. We need to try to pose it that way now again”
I realized what she was saying at once. I had been aroused and my cock was swollen and elongated. In order for them to complete their drawings, I would need to approximate the same conditions. I looked down at myself and realized I was quite flaccid and hanging straight down not at all like I was in the first half of this pose.
Lucy also understood my predicament. She looked over at me with a contemplative expression.
“I have and idea. I’ll want to get some other pillows. Be right back.”
She went behind the screen where I had used to changed and brought out a pillow in each hand.
“Here, let me position these under you to help.”
As she got closer to me I noticed that the paint smudged tan blouse that she wore was now open at the top and 3 buttons were unbuttoned. I am sure I had noticed earlier that only the top button was open. She leaned towards me and it gaped open exposing a view of her left breast. I could see the hardened tip of her nipple and the deep pink areola.
This site caught my attention and started to arouse me as I had been before. She continued to fuss with the pillows under me and touched my hip to move me, feeling the warmth of her hand as she did so. I got another good view of her breast and nipple as she adjusted me.
“Robert, could you slide your hips ups and place your penis upward please.”
“Sure.” I replied. I did as she asked as my cock had started to swell and it was not a problem to face it upward again. She watched ma as I repositioned it and commented, “That looks good……. I think it will be fine. Does it look the same to you Sheila?”
“Yeah it is close to the first pose now.”
I was close to the arousal point of the first pose, maybe even more aroused. I had been in this state now for almost 2 hours and my balls were starting to ache. They had risen high up in my scrotum and were swollen larger than normal. When I was in an aroused condition for a long period of time like this my cock would stay in a semi hardened state indefinitely like it was frozen in time. The second part of the pose seemed to go quicker as I sensed they were wrapping up the drawings now. Lucy gave a 5 minute warning for the end and I felt relieved be finishing and soon time was up. I eased my self up out of the reclining position and walked out to get changed.
As I dressed I thought of my first experience of posing nude. It wasn’t so bad and the group had made me feel good about my body. They didn’t seem offended or put off by my involuntary arousal and were able to go with it. I was glad I had done it.
The group had already pretty much packed up when I came out. Sheila’s drawing was still out and I went over to see it. She had done a very accurate job and I complemented her on it. The detail was very distinct and she had captured the likeness of my face and body exactly including my cock. The colors were accurate with the flesh tones warm and pinkish. She had shaded my cock with medium vermilion and pink tones that indicated the state of arousal. She smiled and thanked me.
Lucy came over to me and invited me to have a glass of wine with her. It was a nice gesture and her way of saying thank you for posing. After everyone had left and she closed up the studio, we went to the house where she opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio and we relaxed a bit.
“I really appreciate your posing for us Robert. You did a great job. I am sure the group would love to have you again if you are up to it.”
I thanked her and smiled. She looked a little contemplative and continued.
“I have a proposal for you in fact which I would like you to think over. I can’t have you do this on a volunteer basis but I would be up to giving you one of my paintings as payment for your time. I want to do an oil figure study of you.”
I was very flattered by her offer. She was serious and I felt good about accepting her offer.
“ I will tell you what…. Suppose you agree to 3 more sessions with the group and some sessions with me to do the painting and we will call it a deal.”
“Deal.” I replied, as we toasted our glasses.
My modeling was now to continue.
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All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't feel fear anymore, just...
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It was in the depts of the hostile sea that covers planet SG-58231 that it was found. Though found is not the right word to describe what happened. Agnes was there, the one, lucky intern in Nasa’s most coveted crew, the crew that gets to plant an American flag in new worlds, unveils environments never before seen or touched by humans, plans and executes the initial research necessary before anything found is deemed safe enough to be shipped back to Earth for further examination. They entered...
Reddit Erin Ashford, aka r/ErinAshford! Erin Ashford is not a pornstar from a bygone age, nor is she a famous modern-day pornstar. She’s also not a semi-famous Twitch streamer gone nude, not an Instagram model that promotes flat tummy tea, and definitely not a XXX cam model. So who is she exactly, and why should you care about her? Truth be told, she isn’t really known outside of Reddit - she made her XXX debut on /r/GoneWild after posting a large selection of XXX pictures (and some videos) on...
Reddit NSFW ListAuthor’s note: I had planned to take a break from writing and submitting stories to Literotica when I reached 300 submissions. I know I said that when I reached 100 and again when I reached 200 submissions but many of you loyal readers asked me to continue. Many of you also sent me story lines and topics to write about, some more detailed than others. Recently I received an e-mail from Peggy Sanford who has written several stories for Literotica and if you have a Literotica log-in and...
This is not the story of how my mother, my sister, and I escaped that catastrophe, of how the starliner Pegasus II tried to escape the disaster into FTL only to be destroyed by debris, of our flight to and rendezvous at the lifeboats, of the 24-person lifeboat jettisoning with just the three of us aboard. There are at least a dozen such accounts from the 87 survivors from the Peg, and most, to be honest, are more compelling. This is not the story of the first tumultuous hours after the...
Stepford brothers (change to sisters!) By bojok71 Author's notes: this story serves to plug a hole, in my view, of the credibility of the Stepford stories. What if someone came looking for a lost relative? The answer is simple, and forms part of this story. Story notes: this story is very close, for obvious reasons, to the original Stepford story. However, it's new enough to be considered a new read. It's as sexual and interesting as my other stories. Thanks again to Sarah Barndt for...
Mom and Dad had been planning to renew their vows that very evening, and Mom had arrived at the lifeboat directly from the station where she had been shopping and getting made up for the ceremony. She was already in her white dress, tight around her torso to accentuate her remarkable figure but flowing in the skirt to give her an ethereal look. She wore white stockings underneath, the lacy tops barely visible where the skirt had ridden up. Like the rest of us, she was shoeless, probably...
PART 1 Them fuckin’ Armed Services get all the credit, but who gets their asses blown out of the water to get them their crap, for chrissake? Us fuckers in the Merchant Marine, that’s who. Goddamn sub-bait. And then they don’t send nobody to fish us out. Goddamn Krauts. Goddamn war! Cookie bobbed in his lifejacket and watched his ship disappear, a sorry excuse for a vessel, to be sure, but nonetheless, his ship. Sailors deep-six all the time, the risk they signed on for, perhaps. Bad luck,...
I was surprised when Sheila called me. “How are you?” she asked. We had met at the group drawing session that Lucy had arranged. Sheila was a young art teacher at a middle school a year or so out of college. She was shy and reserved during the drawing session and had demonstrated much talent in the drawing she had done of me. We exchanged greetings on the phone and then she got to the point of her call. She told me that she was applying to enter a master of fine arts program at the...
The next morning Forrest woke up at about 10 and woke me with a kiss on the lips. I surprised him by throwing my arms around him and deepening the kiss. I reached down under the covers and grabbed his balls. I played with them as I felt his dick start to harden. He did the same to me, squeezing my balls and moving them around in my loose sack, causing my dick to harden. Without a word, I grabbed my cloths and beckoned for him to do the same. After checking that his sister was still...
We waved bye to Forrest’s and my parents as they drove off. It was summer break and they would be gone for several days. My friend Forrest and his 9 year old sister, Scout, were staying at my house for the time they were gone. None of our parents wanted us to be home alone, but they were fine if we were together. I was 15 and Forrest was 14, but he looks 10 or 11. I live in the middle of nowhere, but we found plenty of things to do during the day, but my favorite time was at night. My...
Peggy Sanford stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby of the Roosevelt New Orleans Hotel. As she walked across the lobby she noticed several males obviously checking her out. She smiled to herself as she walked across the long spacious lobby. It always pleased Peggy that she could still attract such attention. Not that she should be surprised, for a married mother of two in her late forties, Peggy was still a very beautiful woman. Her long brown hair framed a face that belied her age,...
It was the summer before my second year of high school when I got a call from Darci Smith asking me to meet her at the high school the next day to help her clean out the costume room. Now Darci is the drama club teacher and the art teacher. Every guy in the school wants to fuck her and masterbates to her. Darci is in her early thirties, married, and looks like she is still twenty one. She has nice mid size tits, a fine ass, big blue eyes and blonde hair. She has a pert little hard body and...
"There's a man here to see you, Mr. Forrester; he says he's a detective from the Denver Police Force." Oh-oh, thought John. "Ok, send him in, Angela." "Hello, Mr Forrester; my name is Paul Donohue, I'm a detective from the Denver Police Force." "What can I do for you, Detective Donohue?" as I pressed the intercom so Angela could listen in discreetly out at her desk. "Well, Mr. Forrester, sometime last year I was handed a case in Denver that has us all baffled. It seems that two...
I had been a nude model for life drawing and painting classes for a long time, posing for classes on college campuses throughout the area where I lived. I always enjoyed posing in the nude. While it was a sexual turn- on, I was seldom stimulated to the point of getting a hard-on. I always saved that for later, when I was alone and could jack off, remembering the looks in the eyes of the young girls as they stared at my cock. There was one time, however, when I posed at an all-girl college near...
Chapter 1 Stephen sighed as he watched the world go by. "I still don't see why we have to move," he told his wife as he turned to look at her. "Because honey, the company is opening a new store in Stepford and they asked me to run it," Emily replied, not taking her eyes off the road. "Besides, the offer was too good to turn down and the house came as part of the job," Emily continued. "I'd thought that you'd be proud of me," she added. "And I am. Really," Stephen added as his wife...
I had been working in the construction industry a week when the foreman called me to his office. As I made my way over I wondered what I could have done wrong. As it had gone clocking off time I was annoyed that the meeting would be eating in to my free time. 'Aah, come in.' he said as I stepped through the door. 'Have a seat.' His office was much neater than I thought it would be. As I looked around the room I noticed that there were no girlie pictures like I had seen plastered up everywhere...
GayA large padded envelope arrived, addressed in a very sexy handwriting to Bob, the Ami twins' dad, from the West Country. He placed it on the table at breakfast with Amy and Amilie (Tangy-Ami and Sweet-Ami) wondering what it contained. Sweet-Ami tore open the package and pulled out two pairs of boyish panties and two tiny bikini-style bras – just their size: 32B. The best thing was that they were not just see-through, but completely transparent, and stretchy. Tangy-Ami stood up, turned her back,...
Meeting at Bedford MillsI had often thought about my friend Simone in the years since we had been at school together. After I graduated, I had moved to New York to pursue my career and with a husband and children, I had lost touch with Simone, but I knew that she had married a rich man whom she had met at college, and that they lived in Greenwich, Connecticut, but they had no children. I had also heard from other former classmates who had met her, that she had a glamorous lifestyle, with...
Tess's Transformations: Life of the Party By Julie O. Edited by Amelia R. Chapter 1 "So, do you have your costume picked out yet for the boss's costume party, Jack?" asked Chris Washington, a tall muscular man with short black hair. He was thirty-two and was the department head for thirty employees at Chambers Industries. "It's still a week away," replied Jack Easton as he turned around in his chair to look at his supervisor who had just entered his cubicle. Jack was...
So a few years ago I bumped into an old friend of mine while out at a bar in Dallas. We struck up a conversation and brought up old times. We never were in the same class of friends she was allot smarter and always involved in school functions. Me on the other had was always in trouble and messed up on d**gs or alcohol, the party a****l. Well Beth and I continued our conversation for months after our meeting via e-mail and text messages. One day she asked me to meet her for breakfast and so we...
Mary Pilson knew that her ‘uncle’ Walter was grooming her. ‘Uncle’ was a silly term that Mary’s mother used to describe the men who moved into their home to take advantage. Mary had no time for her uncles; she saw them for what they were, parasites and users. Mary’s mother could hardly make ends meet working as an usherette at the local cinema. Her good looks, curvy body and long legs ensured that she was well tipped by the male customers but she also attracted the sharks. Mary mostly...
We’re cruising along a wide and quiet suburban street. Green lawns stretch back from the pavement to the nice semi-detached homes. There’s a slim woman walking a large dog along the side of the road, and we pan around to look at her as we pass – it’s no-one we know, but we kind of wish we did! Then we’re looking forward again – seeing an intersection infront of us ... Then pulling up, looking out of the side window right at a single story, flat-roofed building. A sign outside reads,...
It was the electronic chirp of a cellphone text message that first stirred Peggy Sanford from a state of excessive alcohol and strenuous sexual activity induced sleep to a state of semi-conscious awareness. The first thing she recognized was that she was not the only one lying in the bed. She felt the warm embrace of a delicate arm draped across her chest, a set of soft full breasts pressing up against her back, a smooth hairless pelvis nuzzled up against her buttocks and a tone fit leg...
Author’s Note: These stories are a continuation of member/author Walterio’s excellent 12 part series, Peggy Sanford a Worldly Woman and his extra story Peggy Sanford and the Secret Society. After I read his stories all I could think was ‘That was hot! I wish I was her.’ Walterio wrote these in response to member/author Peggy46’s invitation to anyone to continue or add to the stories that she wrote about herself and her wild sex life. I tried to fill in enough background information to make this...
“Thank you ... Zax”. A middle aged woman with a combed black hair and a bit of weight around her waist walked toward him with hands down and holding one another. “You shouldn’t, Mrs. Inoki “. Zax shook his head. The woman was the mother of his childhood friends, Weysey Inoki. Mrs. Inoki came to stand beside him, but her view was on the large group of children having the time of their life fighting the living snowmen. “Our home is at the periphery of us, newcomers’ huts. The hut next to us...
I looked good, while I was not a cheerleader, I was very active. I played on the school’s soccer, basketball and track team. While I was not the best, I was a starter this year for both soccer and basketball and we did ok. I was in shape, since I was so active, I really did not care what I ate. I was also a good student and overall good person. I had a few boyfriends through out high school. Lost my virginity at junior prom and had sex only a handful of times with my boyfriend. My current...
It was nearing the end of the school year and I wanted some extra money to get a car. Looking through the want ads I seen an ad for young models. I've always looked younger than my age so I decided to give it a try. Friday after school I went to the address and went inside. Finding the door I went in. The woman at the desk asked what I was looking to do. I told her I never did this before and was willing to do what they ask. She told me to go to the dressing room and change into the bathing...
“Oh! What are you doing?! You didn’t even ask me!”“No, I’m just taking what I want. I’m taking what you owe me.”“Why do I owe you this?”“Because I want it. Because I want to take you. That’s all you need to know. I’ve got you now, so don’t try to stop me.”“I know. You’re already in so deep. What can I do? I’m defenseless and you can **** me until you’re finished with me.”“Now you’re talking sense. Don’t even think about trying to stop me when I want to take you.”“You brute!” I knew that this...
Through her wide open legs she watched the last drops of her morning piss cling to her silky blonde pussy-hair, then drop into the bowl. She stretched and yawned, willing her reluctant body awake. "Mike?" she called. "Yeah?" her husband answered, pushing the bathroom door open. "Well, aren't you a pretty sight?" he said. "Look, who's talking. You look as bad as I feel," she said with a smile. Her husband was naked except for a towel around his mid-section, his flaccid...