An Afternoon of Bridge
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She was looking forward to seeing him again. Their last meet up at the bar had been a success. They had chatted over drinks for hours and had really hit it off. It was surprising really because the friend that had set them up was notorious for getting it wrong every time. But the hopefulness inside her proved that maybe this time was the exception. He was tall and blond. His blue eyes pierced right through her when he turned his gaze on her. But his personality was what really won her over. He...
BDSMThe passage only went a few meters past the trio of doors before abruptly making a left turn. The passage straightened out again with single doors appearing on both walls. Beyond that I could see another sharp turn to the left. “Two doors?” Miki asked. I walked up to the doors and looked. The one to my left had a placard reading “Captain Mark Parker” centered at about eye level. I pointed to it. “I think this one leads to my quarters.” “Ohh, let’s look at that first!” Miki said. “I want to...
The Bridge Author's note: This story contains frank discussion of suicide. Please read with care. From the moment I saw the bridge, I knew it was destined to be an important part of my life. It dominated the area, so everytime I went for a walk around my neighborhood I found myself looking in awe at it, Then I would shake my head, to try and get on with my life. Unfortunately, that was becoming much harder than I would have liked. Mostly because of a struggle I'd dealt with...
Hi, I am Usha a primary school teacher. I have come once again with a story. I am a primary teacher working in a very small village. You already knew my figure. I am 6 feet in height. I am whitish and 30 years old. I am very slim. I always wore a sari and blouse.My chest is 34 and the bottom is 36. And my ass is projected backward. I always make such a zigzag movement of my ass that young boys’ penises give me salute when they saw my ass. And the waist is 32 which is very slim.I am working in a...
Later, when I was ready for another stretch break, there was a thirty-something man who looked to be enjoying the view down from the creek bridge. I probably spent 15 minutes there, we talked a bit about his favorite sport and team, he's a big Eagles fan. He was very friendly, very animated, and was very polite. He called me Sir a couple of times, and he wasn't even raised in the South. I introduced myself and he said his name was Michael; on parting he said he'd see me again on the...
“So, you thought at fourteen you could just waltz into Los Angeles and become a star.” “I don’t want to be a star, Larry,” fourteen-year-old Sandy Ashley said. “I want a star to be my sugar daddy. Being a star is hard work. Being the boy he comes home to and has to keep secret is a piece of cake.” “As long as you let him fuck you whenever he wants,” Duane said. “Don’t crowd him, Duane. Boy’s got a right to do what he wants.” “Got that all figured out, then,” Duane, the other homeless guy...
The color of magic was what started it all. I was only a boy of three, so I did not know that it was the year 381 Regus Cani, the 381st year in the reign of King Canilus the Eternal. Not that I knew that either, nor did I know that it was the year that would come to be known as 'The Red Death'. I did not know that half the world was ablaze and the half that wasn't was quickly dying. As a boy of three I watched with my parents as the wizard Belmont of Archille razed the slums of Mardain...
Immediately I could tell she was thinking of jumping, you don’t stand on the outside of the bridge rail to look at the view. I thought it would be a waste if she did, she looked very pretty: A natural redhead with nice long legs. ‘You’re not thinking of letting go are you?’ I asked. ‘It’ll make a terrible mess for someone to clear up.’ ‘What’s it to you?’ Her head jerked around, revealing flashing green eyes. ‘I’m one of those who has to clean it up.’ I shrugged. ‘Oh! I’m soooo sorry for...
The bridge was neither long nor wide. A simple wooden structure spanning the narrow but deep gap between the disappointments of the past and the uncertain future. To introduce myself, I am Lyle Jedermann, now thirty-eight years of age. A man formerly distinguished from other men only as the husband of Gloria, thirty-six, and the father of Robert, age twelve, and Anna, age eight. A very satisfying family situation but having a weighty set of obligations. To meet my obligations as a husband and...
At around 2 in the morning, after several hours of partying in the Riverdale cellar, most of the guest as well as the Riverdale occupants themselves started heading for bed. The Riverdale boys had in fact been able to convince the Navaho boys to visit them, and on finding themselves with their girls for the first time in days had gone fuck crazy for hours before they even said hello to the girls (not that the Navaho girls were looking to talk either). Only four couples remained past 2...
I think back, from time to time, about my years in high school. It was Texas, the 60’s and many of us were beginning our sexual awakening. Fucking your girlfriend wasn’t something that happened on a regular basis, but there were girls that liked to fuck and didn’t mind sharing their bodies. Pat and Marie were two of these girls and were best friends. They may not have been the most beautiful girls in our school, but they weren’t ugly either. I remember back when we were Sophomores in High...
I had to go on business trip to Sheridan WY. I asked my wife Allison, if she wanted to go on a road trip, she always does. As we were travelling along I-25; Allison noticed a sign for historical site on the old Oregon Trail. The name for the site is Ayers Naturel Bridge; she asked if we could stop, I told her on the way back we will. As promised we stopped on our way home. Ayers Natural Bridge is a beautiful oasis in the middle of the high desert of Wyoming. After driving five miles down a...
true story unique Experience Today at the super hot day buzz me the whole time so nasty things through my head, my husband is in five days at work and today he comes home at last. Normal case I him. Around his neck and we have the same sex after such a long time but today I'm going to let him annoyed and fidget something I pull me in sexy underwear, a nearly transparent bra and thong with slot, thereby Think about how I like to dance him on the nose well. A mini and an upper part where I have a...
It was late at night. Very late! She and Tom were walking home after a great night of drinking and dancing in town. Giggling they made their way up Frankton Street up towards the overbridge. The night around them was quiet, most people were sound asleep, but as they reached the overbridge she could see the lights of cars rushing past beneath it. It was surprising the number of cars considering the time, but this was a big city, it was always on the go. As they walked Tom placed hand on her...
ExhibitionismThe passing traffic looked like a blur to Keyaron's eyes, fuzzed lights in a sea of glare. Anything beyond that was just a foggy haze of looming shadows, and blackness. The sound of passing cars and trucks were hard, but nothing hit him as the constant shock of the cold. Bradford was bitter some nights, and it wasn't even snowing. It was the type of cold that cut straight through whatever you were wearing.Not much further and maybe he could forget a bit of cold for a while. Keyaron kept his...
Gay MaleHello, I am Sakthi Suriya and this is my second story here. I am 24 years, 6 ft fair complexion, athletic built with a 7-inch thick tool. Thank you all for your response for . This story is all about how me and my colleague Shivani (name changed) had a thrilling sex encounter under a bridge when it is was raining heavily. She is around 5’10” height and she is a bomb with a cute and seductive face, big boobs and a perfect curvy ass. I work in an MNC at Hyderabad and our company is on the...
I've always admired a shapely calf and ankle. I couldn't say why. 'Personal aesthetics', I suppose. Then again, my appreciation of beauty was a little different to most. But I could certainly enjoy the simple things of life. Like calves and ankles. Kelly taught me to admire 'the thigh' without saying a word. It was difficult to avoid. The precocious length of her skirts ensured regular inspection. They were firm and deeply tanned and I swore her skin shimmered. It was clear she thought...
Note: ——I am NOT the author!so plz Don't ask me about part two,am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here I slid my hands over my skinny toned stomach as I smoothly put my slinky black bra over my round D cup breasts. My nipples were still erect from my performance.I slid on a white wool sweater and tied my silky blond hair into a loose bun. I pulled out the last of the bills that were stuck in the waistline of my thong and organized them in a neat...
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Bridgette and I would talk all the time through text messages since we had similar jobs. We both worked for a large telecommunications company in the IT department. We did not work in the same location but it was fun comparing notes with each other. We would complain about the dullness of our jobs, the long hours, and of course the pay. In the last series of text messages she complained about her husband not fulfilling her needs in bed. She said he was barely...
Anyhow several weeks ago I was in my company car, it was 2001, heading to meet with some field employees in the Cheshire Bridge Rd area. As I drove down the street I noticed a sign that said “Sauna, Stress Relief”. My 7’’ dick immediately twitched, but I couldn’t stop, so I made a mental note to come back. That time is now. As I rounded my car around the driveway into this place back parking area, I knew what could happen inside. I would pay a door fee, go to a private room, get naked and...
The day was unbearably hot and now the cool night air feels great as we walk. I missed you so much. It’s late and there’s no one else out, as if the world is ours. On a park bench we kiss deeply and our hands roam over each other. The passion is increasing. I can’t stop gazing at you. Your eyes, the curve of your lips, the way your hair frames it all. The moonlight is just enough. I want to burn this image into my memory After a while we get up and walk. The path slopes towards the trees and...
I am so hot and horney I need to take a walk and find some young slut with a big hairy dick to call my own. Born without a dick or a pussy I only have a tight ass and a willing mouth and I want something hard up my ass...something to explode inside of me and I don’t care if it is big or small as long as it is willing....So I parade up and down the street faceless and with a hairy open ass to accept what ever comes along. and there is a man under the bridge with one of those of funny signs that...
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The next morning, we slept in. Tess was of course, exhausted from her ordeal. Experienced in the arts of love even though she may be, it's a rare woman who can endure over 250 well-endowed African men performing coitus with her for almost 18 hours, and then jump up the next morning chipper as a chipmunk. That night, as we walked back to the hut accompanied by the throngs of the villagers attending us like the faithful, I watched bemused as several thick trails of wet semen drooled down the...
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I make extra money stripping at parties. But I never perform in my home town. I have seen some familiar faces but I don’t think they’ve recognized me. In makeup and a wig and no clothes, they don’t think for a moment that it could be me. But last month I was doing a gig at a bachelor party 60 miles from my home town and who should I see but my father’s brother, George. He recognized me right off. Our eyes met and he smiled and winked to let me know it was cool. I danced...
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Hello and welcome for today I am sharing with you the tales of a man stripping his wife most of the time in front of strangers from his point of view as you see it is his belief that she should be seen naked by many however unfortunately or fortunately depending on who you ask she does not share the man's desire for people to gaze upon her nude form. But enough talk, let's get started, shall we
Hi friends! I hope you all are doing well in your lives. By the way, I’m Ricky (my nick name) Mehra. As a matter of fact, I live in Belapur, Navi Mumbai and did my schoolings from Don Bosco School and St. Xavier College. After scrapping my ass off by serious studies; my fate landed me on my dreamland- IIT (Delhi). Currently, I’m in 3rd year pursuing Computer Science. To be brutally honest, I’m a diehard fan of ISS from my early school days! But, unfortunately, I’m not a regular reader, neither...
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The passing traffic looked like a blur to Keyaron’s eyes, fuzzed lights in a sea of glare. Anything beyond that was just a foggy haze of looming shadows, and blackness. The sound of passing cars and trucks were hard, but nothing hit him as the constant shock of the cold. Bradford was bitter some nights, and it wasn’t even snowing. It was the type of cold that cut straight through whatever you were wearing. Not much further and maybe he could forget a bit of cold for a while. Keyaron kept his...
She was looking forward to seeing him again. Their last meet up at the bar had been a success. They had chatted over drinks for hours and had really hit it off. It was surprising really because the friend that had set them up was notorious for getting it wrong every time. But the hopefulness inside her proved that maybe this time was the exception. He was tall and blond. His blue eyes pierced right through her when he turned his gaze on her. But his personality was what really won her over. He...
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Fantasy"Cynthia, Harold, come here!" 'Professor' Maundersly's high, cracked voice echoed through the old house that nestled against the slope of MountTabor, on the east side of Portland. Cynthia, stretched out on the lumpy living room sofa, looked up from the textbook she was studying and raised one perfectlyformed eyebrow at her father, languidly brushing long blond hair back from her forehead. "He's your father, you go see what he wants this time." "He's your mother's father, not mine....
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Introduction: Not your typical glory hole Glory hole for my Wife Bridget Bridget lay on the sliding bed. She was fully clothed with a long skirt and some white Keds tennis shoes. She loved to wear those white sneakers with knee-high white socks under her long black skirts. My Wife Bridget is simple. She has long brown hair that is thick and wavy and big almond eyes. She is half Italian and half Greek and reminds me of a young Julia Roberts, with a gentle voice and big brown, long eyelashes. The...
Introduction: Not your typical glory hole Glory hole for my Wife Bridget Bridget lay on the sliding bed. She was fully clothed with a long skirt and some white Keds tennis shoes. She loved to wear those white sneakers with knee-high white socks under her long black skirts. My Wife Bridget is simple. She has long brown hair that is thick and wavy and big almond eyes. She is half Italian and half Greek and reminds me of a young Julia Roberts, with a gentle voice and big brown, long eyelashes. The...
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I asked a female friend of mine to write down her fantasy as a story. She gave me a short premise and I asked if I could work it out as real story. She agreed and here are we now. This is her fantasy with a little bit of my ideas in them, As it is her fantasy, I will write it completely from the female point of view. I stood in front of the old theatre. The building had been closed for ages and was about to be destroyed in a couple of weeks. I wondered why master made me come here, dressed...
It was due to my college tuition that it all happened. After my parents had divorced two years ago my father had moved across the country and cut off all contact with me. My Mom had had to take two jobs for awhile just to get out of the pile of bills she was under partially due to the divorce so when it was time for me to go to college I had to pay my own way. My first year I had to work long hours to pay for it and it was difficult to find enough time for studying let alone for a social life. ...
It was due to my college tuition that it all happened. After my parents had divorced two years ago my father had moved across the country and cut off all contact with me. My Mom had had to take two jobs for awhile just to get out of the pile of bills she was under partially due to the divorce so when it was time for me to go to college I had to pay my own way. My first year I had to work long hours to pay for it and it was difficult to find enough time for studying let alone for a social life....
While I'm waiting for more of your stories to come in, I went back to my files and found a mail I had received from one of my regular's reader's who had told me some details about her early life. At the time it was just a very interesting mail. I wrote to her and asked if I could write about her and could she send me some more details. "Hey slut, why don't you get off you fat arse and get a job?" my father yelled. His words stung me for I was the only one doing anything around this...
Cigarette smoke seared Stacey’s lungs. Her heart ached, her body burned, and she knew what she was about to do was wrong. Screw it. It’s over. She toggled from photo to video and hoped the cell wouldn’t cut off mid-way. “Got it?” “Yeah.” Turning around, she bumped into Matt’s protruding cock. “Jesus.” The thing was a monster. Her legs wobbled. Mouth salivating, she licked her lips and clenched her fingers. For the first time in her life, she wanted to drop to her knees and just worship a...
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