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Also I had to some parts,( Not too well, I might add), because some of the story is missing and the sex scenes were very few and just not that explicit. Seeing this is a sex site and all. But it isn't my story. I didn't write it.
This first chapter does not contain any sex.
Please approach this story with an open mind. Do not use this story and think all persons in Jamaica are like this. If you look on my profile you will see I am Jamaican. Reading this story however has given me an insight of how some Dancehall people live their lives in my country. This story seem from a different world to me, as it will to some of you who read it. I am sure crime and violence is in all countries. I was aware of it, but this up close glimpse is new for me. And I found the story very interesting , and hope you will too.
Constructive critisms and feedback will be greatly appreciated.
Erotical.

Confessions of A Dancehall Ex Wife Part 1 by Belly Bang

I saw him. Its been years, and he still looks good. Sexy lips. A body that screams sex. Eyes that were still filled with life and humor. Never knew that just looking into his eyes would rekindle that good old feeling. You know what I am talking about. That feeling that sends a spark through the brain, down the spine and all through the body. Any other feelings. Of hunger, depression, fatigue are replaced by that special feeling.
Background. We first met at a friend’s house. Marvin was his name. Sex first, then we got to know each other. He was younger, moved in all circles, from Cherry Gardens to Jungle, a regular patron of the popular clubs, a dancehall personality. I was the working girl, not your average 9-5er, but the checks were coming in and the bills were being paid. He didnt work, traveled frequently, drove a nice car, several cell phones and always had money, lots of it. I didnt ask, he didnt tell. I didnt want to think about it because that wasnt my business. My friends told me not to worry. As long as he wasnt using it I had no problem. We partied hard, fucked harder. We did the family visits, his mother liked me. His father, who was living with second wife, was the older, much sexier version of him. His father liked me, alot, I suppose like how he would like wife # 3.
After visiting with families were out of the way, my man and I eventually moved in with each other.It was then that I made the decision not to crowd him, to give him some space, after all, we were living as man & wife so a little space wouldn’t hurt. I started going out more often with my friends and he partied with his. We liked the arrangement. After all we shared the same bed at nights when he was in the island. It was fun to be featured online in photos and in videos at parties, looking glam & fab. I felt good, a member of the IN crowd. Some of his friends also attended those parties. I never cheated with them though the flirting made me feel sky high. Never cheated with anyone. The unwritten rule was that being wife of a dancehall personality, it was my duty to look good, be seen and be home before him. Compromises they called it. I complied. Lifestyle of the working girl and the party animal.
Yep, he said I was the wife, but I soon realised that being the wife and playing the wife aint the same thing. I met him when he had many women and he chose me to settle down with. I was the one. Me. He gave me money and I was the one whose name was placed on the bank accounts (the accounts I knew of at least). The other women were still there, I suppose. They didnt come to the apartment, I trusted him that way. They didnt disrespect, but they were there. I thought I could live with it. Even though we didn’t party together all the time, I got updates on his nightlife online & from Hype TV & RE TV. He looked happy, very happy, too happy. As a girl's man he was always in the company of other women. Huh? But compromises, so, no problem. Then the other women became one particular woman. Always together, always laughing and dancing, always taking pictures with him and his friends. I asked him about her.
He said she wasn't important. Then things started to change. I saw things as they really were.
Marvin right hand man was Marco. Sexy fucka. Moved real slick. He was a mystery. And I loved a good mystery. Me and this man start to deal.
It was only years later I discovered that Marco was born in St. Elizabeth and raised by his single mother. He later moved to White Wing and settled . By the age of 26, Marco was a “community activist”, whose service to his neighbours included extortion and being linked to several shootings and murders. Frassman was his shadow. Marco knew how to speak the Queen’s English when he was ready. He had women from Denham Town to Papine. He was smooth as he was cold. So they said. He was always warm in my eyes. The only one who was known to control him was Bumpy, his baby mother.
Kelly was pregnant. I called Marco and asked him about it. He asked me what was there to question. I spoke to my girls about it and they said that they knew. So why didn’t you tell me? They thought I heard. They wanted to know how I was taking it. Taking what? The news. What news?
"That Kelly pregger for Marvin!" They all chroused
What?! My man? Set of bitches!
I went home. For a few days I kept to myself. Avoided most calls, tried to concentrate on work. Scrubbed from floor to ceiling every night, cried, went to church.
Marvin called, told me that he missed me. I miss you too. Pff! Didn’t want to face another quarrel. I could hear the whispers and laughter from my neighbours. They looked at me kinda funny. They must be speaking about me. Everyone was speaking about me. The world was against me. I could hear their voices. I couldn’t eat properly and sleep was a stranger. Tired. So tired. I wanted to sleep for a lifetime and leave all my troubles behind.
My mother took me to her doctor. He referred me to a specialist. Mr. Specialist called it clinical depression. Up to today, I cannot understand why doctors prescribe all these huge tablets to someone who doesn’t want to live, and call it treatment. I just don’t get it. I called Marvin’s mom. She asked me to come and look for her. I couldn’t go because I was certain that she too was laughing at me. Fucking tablets were just too big.
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Ring ring. Friday night, I am at home watching Lifetime, Will & Grace. Them battyboys are really hilarious. Ring ring. Cheese on bread, who calling me then!! – so my mind said in my best Bajan accent. You will be surprised at what you meditate on when your mind is turning to mush. Ring ring.
"Hello……"
" Your man name Marvin?……. "
"Who is this please?…….
" Mi seh if your man name Marvin?……"
" I really can't manage the stress now, call back later………"
" Hey fuck out, cant breed gal, Marvin love Kelly, because fi her hole good ……… Click."
Ever since Kelly’s pregnancy became news on local cable, in the entertainment section of the Star, online, every fucking where, I have been receiving those calls. Dancehall regular breed and it becomes gossip. Not yet pregnant home alone wifey becomes target. Fucking idiots.
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I was at the hairdresser on a Friday. Marco called and said that he was coming to look for me. Haven’t seen much of him, he was always busy. Not seeing him was no problem, one less distraction means easier time to swallow the tablets. Marco wanted to talk. I waited and he arrived. The rat Frassman was not in sight.
But no Lexus, this was a new ride.
"What happened to the car, where you get this van from?" I asked.
He explained that Marvin imported it several months ago but it was parked at a friend’s house.
"Whose name the van in? Who insure it? Who responsible for it?" I inquired
" What you mean by don’t worry about these things?" I was getting a little pissed.
I got in the van. He drove to Port Royal. Well, I told the girls I was not going to make it. My excuse to them, bad time of life. Marco explained that things are now a bit different, that he has been doing much of Marvin’s business. (Marvin had up and gone to London)
" And So? " ,I responded
The sea breeze felt cool and nice. Marco handed me an envelope, a large brown one. It contained cash. To the brim. Brand new paper money. He explained that Marvin wanted me to move to the house in Stony Hill.
"Whose house? What house?" I questioned.
Marco went on to say that it was Marvin’s house, that it was just completed. Huh! More news! I must move in by month end. That’s next week. Why next week? This was too much for one evening. New X5, house, money on top of money, abandon apartment, move to new house. Marco handed me the spliff he was smoking. I was never a smoker but I took it and made one big draw. Exhale quickly. Another big draw, exhale quickly. Slowly after that, slowly, slowly. Marco then said that Marvin was coming next week Friday. Good. So why Marco looked so strange? Maybe it was the spliff. This is some good shit here. He then said in his low voice, “Kerry due to have baby next week”. I never coughed so much in my life…
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I couldn't describe how I was feeling. To say that heart sank. You know that feeling? Would be putting it mildly.
I found comfort in Marco's arms. His touch. His kiss. Mmmmm. Baby, just take all the pain away.
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Several weeks later...
I missed my monthly. Boboclaat. Marco is definetly the father and I am suppose to be Marvin's wife! The Marvin, that wasn't even in Jamaica. I needed to get to London, quick.
All kinds of fuckery were going down in London. Marco never had time for me. And it was all too obvious he had a bag of English gals lining up to fuck off his big fat cocky. This not what I signed up for. I thought I could handle it. Shit got to me in my delicate condition and I lost my precious baby.
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This house was definitely not a home. But the family and the girls went out of their way to make me feel comfortable. Ever since my return to Jamaica, the support I received was wonderful. The London experience was like a bad episode of Young and the Restless and I wanted it behind me. Mom stayed with me at the Stony Hill house for a few days and Sharon ( My supposedly best friend), came over every day, insisting on carrying the gossip to me first hand.
Miss Marcia, who was no longer just a housekeeper but a tower of strength, placed me on a strict diet as she was determined that I be fit not only mentally but physically. The parties and crowd issues that the house was now famous for was put on pause by Miss Marcia before I returned. The news of the miscarriage apparently was now well known and the calls, the flowers and gift baskets came fast and furious. Those were handled by Mom. Though I was expecting the preaching about my lifestyle and the need to draw closer to my maker, Moms was really supportive and gave me some soothing advice. She was more happy to see me than anything else. Marvin’s mother also came over for a few days. She insisted that I look forward to the future and try not to let the past hold me down. She, Moms and Miss Marcia spent hours together and made the perfect prayer meeting group. Together they had a great dislike for the girls, especially Sharon. But, diversity is what makes life important, so watching them watching Sharon was as interesting as listening to Sharon’s babbling on and on about the daily suss.
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Marvin called often. I had nothing much to say to him. He wondered why.
“I am tired” ,was my constant reply.
He reassured me that when he returned to Jamaica that things will be different. Marvin said that he realised that he treated me really fucked up and that he felt sorry for that because he didn’t know how to deal with the situation. He said that he was looking forward to the birth of his child and the loss was too much for him to bear. He didn’t mention that Kelly and Marvin JR (his new son by that bitch), had returned to the island. That was courtesy of Sharon.
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Marco. Marco. What can I say about him. Everything. Nothing. I haven’t seen him since I arrived home. I tried calling him, the phone went unanswered. Then it appeared that he stopped using that chip. I called his sidekick Frassman. Frassman said that he would pass on my message to Marco.
No call from Marco. I started to feel restless. That yearning. The need was rising inside of me and I was becoming frustrated. The girls thought that I was still undergoing the stress of losing my child. That was there, but each time they consoled me and told me that all would be well, I knew better. It will never be better without Marco. I needed him, I had to have him, but I knew that it would be impossible now. When I called him from London, our last conversation, or should I say my call for forgiveness, he listened. I spoke for over 20 minutes and he listened. I confessed it all. I told him all that happened, the trip to the doctor, the reason I visited Marvin, everything. When I was through, as I wiped away the tears, he said goodbye and hung up. Plain and simple.
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It as a Friday night, and I got ready. I had to get out of the house. I had to shake my soul and let these cobwebs go. I told Moms that I will be back. I headed down the hill, driving slowly, listening to a few love songs, R Kelly. Memories. I pulled into a service station along Constant Spring Road, I needed a few items. As I stepped into the building, I was approached by a man. Strike that. I was approached by a boy. He appeared to be 17 going on 21. He had a swagger about him, cockiness was written all over his face.
“Wassup”, he said.
I looked at him. He was so sure of himself. I smiled and said
“Nothing much, how are you?” as I stood looking at him.
“I saw you and I really want to get to know you better”, he chimed on.
Cute, yeah. A few tattoos here and there. He had an accent. Probably visiting from the States.
“That would be nice, but another time”, was all I said as I moved along and started picking up what I came here.
The child came up beside me and whispered something in my ears. I knew that this was trouble.
“Look here, I am not here to look for company, I am here to shop”.
The words came out nice and easy, sweet, flirty, in perfect english. What the fuck am I thinking? Why don't I just run his nastiness and tell him to guh look a school gal?!
He brushed against me and I felt it. He smiled the smile of a boy well beyond his age. I looked into his eyes. His eyes. Nope, this aint gonna work.
“I have to go”, I said and replaced the items on the shelf and walk out.
As I got in my ride he walked up beside me and handed me a piece of paper. I opened it and saw “ANDRE BLINGERS, 444-6670”. I crushed up the paper threw it in the truck, slammed the door in his face and took off. As I looked in the mirror I saw him smile. Andre Fuck You Blingers?. I stuck my hand through the window and raised my middle finger. Andre waved.

I drove to New Kingston and headed straight to The Hilton. It was buzzing and I stopped by the bar. I had a seat. The bartender that approached smiled. Handsome. He recommended a drink. It tasted good. We started talking. After a while he gave me another one on the house. My phone rang and I answered. It was Marvin, saying that he heard I was out of the house. I told him that I wanted to have some time to myself and he agreed that it was a good idea.
“I love you and see you soon”, he whispered.
“I love you too”, I managed to say as the bartender looked at me, taking every word out my mouth. The call ended and the bartender continued where he had stopped. I knew that he was trying to pick me up. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t interesting. He was singing a good song. Assured me that he was single, only goes from home to the gym to work. I asked a few questions, confirmed that he has two baby mothers. They were living in Spanish Town and he supported his children.
I am someone. I was alive. I have needs. I am human. Nothing is wrong with striking up a conversation with a man. I aint promising sex. But. It wouldn’t hurt to get some. He got a text on his phone and he excused himself to make a call. I signalled to his supervisor and left some money for the bill as well as a hefty tip. My head was really buzzing. But it was still early, 10:30 p.m. ,and the night was still young.
As I walked across the parking lot, my heel broke, the ground started getting nearer. Shit. I didn’t hit the ground. A pair of hands were holding me. I managed to hobble to my feet, spun around and used my hand to strike out at the fucker. He grabbed my hand and I used the other to slap at his face. He held that one too. I started struggling with him and he pushed me against a car. I squinted, trying to see clearly as I fought this shit. There was no light in this section and the security guard was on the other side of the lot. The truck was parked under a light but that was in another row. Too far from where I was. I opened my mouth to scream and his hand clamped over my mouth, the other now holding my two hands behind me. He braced himself against me and I was trying to get away. He was too powerful.
Strong. Sturdy. Sure. He removed his hand and kissed me. He released my hands and I wrapped then around his shoulder , pulling him closer. I felt the gun in the waist of his jeans. But I wasn’t scared. I wanted this. Familiar. As our lips locked he raised my legs and placed them around his waist. Jah know. I couldn’t help myself. It was like passion gone wild. I felt like a woman again. The spell was broken. Or was it. It was when I pulled his T-shirt over his head and started to caress his muscled chest, while he still had me pinned on the car, that he spoke.
“Next time you go to the gas station, pay attention”.
Marco said it so casually, yet wrapped with 100% pure sexuality.
" Marco..." , I moaned softly, as his sweet cock slid right into my wet pussy...

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We lay there in his bed with the tangled juxtaposition of discovering a new lover. It is a moment filled with relief because here I am: living, breathing, actually even panting a bit on the other side of an anxiety-filled first encounter. Once again I did not turn into a pumpkin. My new lover is a gentle and caring man. No alien split out of his skin in the throes of orgasm.He treated my juices as a delicacy. I enjoyed his smells and sounds. In some ways, every lover is different and yet, in...

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Confessions 1 Karie as teen

Smart slender sexy lovely looking cute Karie is a blond beauty and a friend of a good friendShe tells me enigmatic erotic bits about her - I am curious - try to tease her with my messagesSuddenly she starts to respond, as I tell her about a confession I just took from a dear friendShe slowly starts to tell me the same sexy dirty details her hot pervy pychiatrist had demandedKarie is as shy, sexy and special in her sexualityKarie is a cute yummy young looking lovely cute blond beauty, barely...

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Confessions of a Cheating Wife First Affair

I’m 30 years old now and I’m the same weight I was when I got married 5 years ago. I’m 120lbs and at 5’4’’ tall I have a nice curvy body. I’m pretty with dark hair and blue eyes. I work out five times a week and have kept my body firm and tight. I have well defined legs, tone arms, a flat belly and a big round ass. I keep my bush well-groomed on top but around my pussy shaved bald because I like it smooth and I think most guys appreciate a bald pussy when they go down on a woman, not that my...

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Confessions Telling my wife about my masturbatio

Although my wife and I have masturbated in front of each other, we’ve never discussed solo masturbation until this past year. I assume my wife knew that I masturbated sometimes, but never asked or brought it up; maybe because she didn’t want to know the answer. A few years ago, I was masturbating watching her in the shower of in a hotel room while we were on a vacation. I’ve done this before so it was no surprise for her. She commented on hard I was and I told her that I get a lot of hard-ons...

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Confessions of a transvestite hooker or whore

Confessions of a transvestite hooker or whore – you cannot be serious I hear you cry – well I am as I reflect on my life in dresses to date and some of my experiences which I am about to write about here as a memoirs of a life in dresses.So why use the term ‘hooker’ or ‘whore’ – well what I am about to relate from my current stage of life the memories are that upon reflection the meets I am about to relate felt more like me being a provider of sexual services and pleasure to people desperate...

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Confessions

"Confession time!" I announced as I passed the bottle of wine my girlfriends and I were working on. "I wanna hear all about your deepest, darkest confessions! Make me forget that bastard that cheated on me!" I knocked back my third glass of wine and reached for the bottle after Nikki passed it back to me. All of the women sitting around the fire started to giggle and point fingers to one another, trying to get someone to confess. "Oh, all right, said Shana. "I'll go but you all have to promise...

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Confessions of an English Maid 1937

Confessions of an English MaidbyJessie.London1937 CHAPTER 1During the course of the years in which I have been more or less closelyassociated with other prostitutes I have frequently listened toexplanations as to just what this one or that owed her degradation; theparticular villainy to which she attributed her advent into a life ofshame. The usual story is one of seduction by a lover under theinevitable extenuating circumstance of "before I really knewanything," with the occasional variation,...

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Confessions of Maria 1

Let us start with the most recent confession of Maria to Father Peter:M: I have tried hard to be a good girl in the last 24 hours. I went to church on Sunday morning and prayed on my knees for deliverance from sin. But on Sunday night I found myself trying on my school uniform and looking at the mirror.F: Did you remember how little you sinned when you last wore it?How much you´ve changed, my c***d! Today you were a good girl, Maria!At least you prayed in church today and took a break in...

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Confessions of a Small Town Girl 5

I was required to spend the night at the hospital the night of my injury. The doctors wanted to monitor me for twenty four hours because of my head injury. They gave me medicine to help me rest and rolled me to my room. While they were getting me ready, my parents went and checked into a hotel. The medicine made me very drowsy, but I can remember a young female nurse helping me undress. I can’t remember a lot about her, only that she was slender and had really big breast, and her nipples were...

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Confessions of a Man with a smalltiny cockpenis

Intended for the person who believes and knows for a fact he has a small penis. You are not ALONE.......................................................................I’ve been married for more than 2 years now. I consider myself to be really lucky to have a loving and supportive wife. She backs me up on everything whether it may be a crucial decision for my career to as simple as picking the right toaster at Walmart. She is more than what I deserve as I am not the perfect husband, I have my...

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confessions part 5 humiliated

CONFESSIONS PART 5 HUMILIATEDHi ever one, life was going on. In office when ever felt they had their chance, one of them will make me go to the store room. Now a day’s even during morning work hours. I have to go. passing managers table which is just outside next to the door way of the store room. I enter the room a wait for any of the three to come in. I will be waiting in between any of the racks. The one entering the room comes near me unzips his pants and takes his cock out for me to suck....

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confessions part2 my new job

CONFESSIONS Part 2 MY NEW JOB Hi, Continuation of my confession. Like I mentioned before, once I moved from my home town down south, I got a job in auditing firm. My job there was to up load accounts on the computer what others in the office have done manually. I also had to file income tax online for the customers. To do this along with me there are two others, assarudeen & Sheba. Our job was to file every account in the computer what others have finished during that day. The office...

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Confessions 4 Blond beauty hot Helena

Unlike the first three tasty cunning confessions in my series, this is one from my own privacyWith blushes at my cheeks I tell the tasty tale of me and my sexy younger sibling, still so shyWe are back then young teens - hardly know anything about love lust tease or any sexy seductionTelling my true sweet sexy story emerged from an unexpected challenge by a sexy slim fresh friendWonderful woman wonders why I get wet hot and horny by watching tasty teens at the toiletA fresh female fine friend...

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Confessions Crossing the Inlaw Line

There is a lot of risk and reward that I was willing to gamble as I walked into my motherinlaw’s home ready for sex... In the last confession, I admitted chatting with her as a stranger. Now my dick got the better of me and I was at her home with her masturbating on the bed thinking this other older man is coming over to roleplay as me and fuck her. The Fantasy into reality I guess is like a thirst. It’s a craving and a clear want for many people. Chatting with you horny xhampster members I’ve...

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Confessions Of A Spurned Housewife Chapter 1

My name is Cindy and I am a married woman with a serious problem. I am a nymphomaniac. Yes, that's right I love sex. I love all types of sex. I love pussy sex. I love anal sex. I love oral sex. I love lesbian sex. I even love Internet "cyber" sex. I love having sex, watching sex, and reading about sex. When I'm not having sex, I am thinking about having sex. Now you may not think this is a problem, but let me explain further. Being married has really cramped my style. My husband was more in...

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Confessions of a housewife Chapter One

The bank teller smiled at me again today, which sent shivers of longing throughout my body and straight to my pussy, which hasn't been used in so long I am sure cobwebs would have to be blown away. He was being polite I know, but when he smiled at me warmly, I had the sudden image in my mind of us fucking in the bank vault, in a romp that was dirty and ferocious, leaving us both sweaty. Fucking. Now there's a word that hasn't been used in a while. Darrin used to fuck me all the time, but since...

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Hotwife Chapter 3A The Continuation Of My Hotwifes Weekend

HotwifeI woke up during the night with Marcus cuddling me and playing with my pierced nipples, which once again was making me wet.I climbed on top of him and proceeded to rub my pussy all over his hard cock. It wasn't long after that I pushed myself down him which caused us both to orgasm again and then we fell back to sleep.We woke up about ten. We both needed a shower. Marcus proceeded to wash me paying special attention to my pierced nipples and pussy. I decided, 'Two can play this game.'I...

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Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 6

Tenerife 2 My brother Tony and I had spent all day yesterday in various bars and clubs around the town near our hotel. It was a 14 hour drink fest and my big brother had paid for the lot. I think he felt a bit guilty about leaving me on my own the day before to see his Spanish friends. He didn’t need to, as I had a great day at the local nudist beach. (read Confessions from Mac the Flasher – A Serial Public Masturbator (2) ). I had woken with furry mouth that matched the feeling of...

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Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 4

As I have mentioned in an earlier chapter I’m 32 years old. What I haven’t mentioned anything about is whether or not I have a girl friend or I am married. Well to set the record straight, I am in between girl friends and not currently married. “No really!” I’m sure some of you may have thought or even said out loud. “No shit Sherlock, you do surprise us” But let me set the record straight here and now. I was married, but I’m now divorced. I was married to Carol for 2...

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Confessions of a Taxi Driver Part 1

I welcome all comments both good and bad so please feel free to leave them. Or if you prefer email me direct on [email protected] with your comments or ideas for stories. Confessions of a Taxi Driver (Part 1) I have always been a ‘tit man’ as my ex wife liked to put it. She herself was pretty busty being a slim size 10 and 34D when we married. But then as the years went by she became a size 18 and 44G, a little big in all directions, even for my tastes. But I have always...

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Confessions of a Sex Crazy Cross Dresser

The Confessions of a Sex-Crazy Cross Dresser Book I: The incredible first few weeks Chapter 1: Panties Thief and the Late Night Swim My name is Sandy. My name is Tony. I know it sounds confusing, but when you are a cross dresser life is always confusing. Just the terminology alone to describe you…crossdresser or cross dresser? Transvestite, tranny, she-male and many other names used to describe people like me can make you confused. I prefer to be called a cross dresser and yes you can call me...

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Confessions Of A Naughty Bad Girl Ties That Bind

Confessions Of A Naughty Bad Girl: Ties that Bind I’m a Lawyer. I’m very busy on most days, so when my roommate Nicole suggests I go on a blind date with her friend, I use work as an excuse. ‘You’re always working, I’m sure whatever it is can wait. Its just one night, Danielle,’ Nicole says in my ear as I’m sitting at my desk on the phone. ‘I don’t have time for a blind date, Nicole,’ I reply ‘Make time, fake a sick day, have a day for Danielle once in your life. You’re gonna lose your...

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Confessions from Mac the Flasher A Serial Public Masturbator 4

Introduction: The Early Years ( Chapter 2 ) Girlfriends 1 It would be a good idea to read the previous chapters as knowing some of the history involved will certainly help in understanding the underlying theme of this and any other future chapters. As I have mentioned in an earlier chapter Im 32 years old. What I havent mentioned anything about is whether or not I have a girl friend or I am married. Well to set the record straight, I am in between girl friends and not currently married. No...

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Confessions of a Vietnamese girl part 1 Nha Trang

My name is Thanh, I'm a 24-year-young girl from Long Khanh, Viet Nam. I have long dark hair, quite a pale complexion (for a Southeast Asian woman), 1.56m small and around forty-five kilos. I live with my parents, a dog called Lucky and a couple of cats on the outskirts of a small town near Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon). I'm earning my money as a merchandiser for a big company which is making shoes, bags and so on. Religion is also very important to me as I am a Catholic girl.I will tell you my...

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Confessions of a Vietnamese girl part 1 Nha Trang

My name is Thanh, I'm a 24-year-young girl from Long Khanh, Viet Nam. I have long dark hair, quite a pale complexion (for a Southeast Asian woman), 1.56m small and around forty-five kilos. I live with my parents, a dog called Lucky and a couple of cats on the outskirts of a small town near Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon). I'm earning my money as a merchandiser for a big company which is making shoes, bags and so on. Religion is also very important to me as I am a Catholic girl.I will tell you my...

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Confessions to a Nun 2

https://xhamster.com/users/sistermeganConfessions to a NunJohnmdhWell sister, I hang around the local convent until the senior girls (18+) turn out. They are all gagging for sexual experience; I approach the dirtiest looking one and entice her into a nearby drinking den of iniquity. Then we head into the garden and dive into the nearest bushes. She is desperate to keep her hymen intact, so I start to rub my cock head on her swollen clitoris and chew her erect nipples. She lays belly down on the...

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Confessions of a Top Model

Confessions of a Top Model Part One: Mums New Man(Please note the people mentioned in this story are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. This story contains explicit sexual descriptions and is aimed at the over 18’s by continuing reading you confirm you are over 18. No person or organisation has the right to copy this story to any other site)I was very young when I ran away from home. The story following is a chronicle of those things that happened to me on the...

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confessions part 4 taken 2

CONFESSIONS PART 4 TAKEN 2Hi, next day at office during morning tea break, usually tea is served to where we are working. We usually take this as a chance to talk with each other. Assar came near me and placed his mobile phone beside me, sheeba had gone to the rest room, and he told me to go through the picture files. I at once knew what was in store. pictures of me right from muthus’s hand holding from behind, to me being nude, my boobs, pussy, ass, I haven’t seen me nude in front of a mirror,...

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confessions Part 3 taken

CONFESSIONS Part 3 TAKENDays were passing by; I was teasing Assarudeen when there was a chance. There were quite a few chances of nearly getting caught. Mostly Muthu he was keeping a close eye what was going on. Then one evening everyone was getting ready to go and leaving office while submitting their work to us. The office became quite, me along with sheeba & assarudeen were busy trying to finish our work for the day. Muthu came and told assarudeen to get some files summoned by the...

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Confessions of a Taxi Driver

Another original story from me featuring a taxi driver and a passenger unable to pay her fare.Comments always welcome on [email protected] of a Taxi Driver I have always been a ‘tit man’ as my ex wife liked to put it. She herself was pretty busty being a slim size 10 and 34D when we married. But then as the years went by she became a size 18 and 44G, a little big in all directions, even for my tastes. But I have always liked to look at busty ladys whether in porn or...

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Confessions of a Shemale Toilet slave

CONFESSIONS OF A SHE-MALE TOILET SLAVE CHAPTER 8 - TESTED AND FOUND WANTIN'...This is a short story about my first wife, about the day the World changed for me. When we married she was bi and a swinger, an older woman (40), and lot's of fun, I was young, barely 18, we swung all around town, her and her pretty boy. As soon as she got into my ass it was her friends using me, not her sharing her 'toys' with me... By the time we split up she was living as a hardcore biker dyke, and I was chained in...

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CONFESSIONS 4

Confessions 4The Great Mother Daughter Swap My Aunt Dana and my mother have always been very close. My mother’s younger sister has always been a free spirit. My mom and her sister shared a sexual energy that was established at an early age. Growing up my mother and my aunt Dana were my grandfather’s special girls.Grandpa had started with his girls when they were young. At first it was more or less innocent fun. A touch would soon turn into a cuddle; a cuddle would soon turn into a kiss on the...

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Confessions of a Young Bottom

Confessions of a Young BottomBy billy69boyMy name is Al. Looking back, I feel like I am the luckiest guy in the world. Here's my story:For starters, I was lucky enough to discover my life's calling at a young age. It all started out innocently enough: I had a friend who was a few years older than me. He was barely into his teens. We used to play down by the river after school: climbing trees, skipping stones, catching frogs…the usual things boys did together. One day he brought a porn...

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CONFESSIONS A MOTHER SON TALE

Confessions Mother SonHow well I do remember the first time I came home and caught my older brother Lee on top of our mother. The sight of him going the town on that pussy will stay with me well into my old age. I must have been around sixteen the day I walked in on mom and Lee fucking. I had just started having sex with both of my parents a month or two prior to that late fall afternoon.I came home from school to fine the door to mom’s special room was half open, I noticed Lee’s school books...

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