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“You're such a good girl. Stay still for me now.”I was on my knees, naked, with you standing over me, your hard cock in my face. You were making me look at it up close; you know how it makes me blush when you catch me looking at your cock. I don't want you to see how much I want it, but I know that you know. “Yes... that's it...” Your tone was reassuring as you cupped my cheek with one hand and took your dick in the other, rubbing the head of it against my chin, right under my lip. You left a...
BDSMIn my case, though, it happened with my sister. The summer before my senior year in high school my parents took Karen, myself, and a friend of hers, Lisa on a trip to Cozumel, Mexico for a ten days. My parents are fairly well-off, not extravagantly wealthy but doing well enough to afford occasional luxuries. Karen was almost 16 and had developed into a gorgeous young woman. Her arms were long and almost thin, but her body was curvaceous and toned. She had long amber hair and this amazing...
Ahhhh! It was the hot first day of May and it had been over 4 months; I had not even had a close chance to see a naked live pussy, leave alone fucking one. I was almost becoming an ass aficionado and that too a male ass for crying out loud. Whenever my cock rebelled for sex, the boys were available so easily; I mean I had a list of my boy toys and if not all, most were only a call away to have them in private naked and all secret; fucking them as much as my body would endure. I had taken stock...
Word spread quickly that I was an asset on sales trips. Maybe that would get me out of the office occasionally with trips to exotic places. With Harriett jetting all over the country, sitting home alone even with a substantial and growing porn collection of books, videos and photos was tiresome. So, when I got the email that I was going to see a customer alone, I was quite shocked. I wasn't the shake-hands, smiley-faced deal closer. I was the factual, technically astute back room guy who got...
I always remember the first no matter how many times I get to watch. Every time I see her fucking I remember seeing that first cock push her lips apart, hearing her initial cries as it slipped inside her horny cunt. Seeing how wet she was, seeing her juices coating his entire shaft. Remembering how she had sucked him first, looking at me as she took his cock in her mouth, stroking the wet shaft while she sucked his balls. How she lay down for him, pulled him on top of her. Seeing her legs...
Cuckold9/30/2007As I mentioned earlier I have had strong desires to suck cock and new that I would have to meet some body and do it soon or would always chicken out of it. So finally everything was right I met someone on line and agreed to meet that Sunday afternoon. I drove the 50 miles or so to the town and called him for directions well I was miles away so he said he would drive there and meet me, I almost drove off 2 or 3 times and finally he drove by and wave as he called me on the phone and...
Have you got a favourite wanking memory? The one thing in your mind that's sure to get you off? Here's mine. I was living in London and sharing a flat with a bloke called Dave. We were both in our late 20's. He had a job working with a guy with a disability who needed a staff member to care for him as he couldn't cope with practical stuff so during the day he was out at day centres but needed support at home. This meant that Dave regularly slept there as night support. One night Dave starts to...
¨I love it, I love it so much¨ he whispers to himself. In a flash, he is blinded by the headlights of a car that drives by. ¨Not so quiet anymore, damnit I need to cum badly¨ he decides not to stay here and drives back home. On his way back in the car, a memory of that once quiet place are playing as an old movie in his mind. Memories that he shares with only one other person.... ¨What are we going to do here Bella? This place gives me the creeps.¨ ¨Just relax big baby, we are...
Copyright© 2001-2003 There was a young parson of Harwich, Tried to grind his betrothed in a carriage. She said, "No, you young goose, Just try self-abuse. And the other we'll try after marriage." When I attempted to open my eyes the room spun so fast I had to close them again. Trying to sit up caused a wave of nausea to threaten my existence and I had to lay back down. Every inch of my body hurt, including my fingers and toe nails! How could I drink so much last night? Oh...
In Her Memory Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank. It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to the empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so months ago; half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch somewhere so...
In the early fall of 1953 an incident lasting from the dark of Midnight to the predawn hours remains my most vivid, graphic, and lasting memory. It needs no embellishment, rather, needs be be believed as stated, for tis a true memory, tho seems to this day, the fantasy of my fevered mind. On the ranch in Wyoming, where I grew up, we separated to ewes in first “season” to keep them from being bred too early, as they are just not mature enought to carry to full term ,and the mortailty rate is...
One night while sitting on my back deck my mind was drawn to a sweet memory. After spending more than 2 decades as a high school teacher I had taken on a whole new challenge in my career and I sat outside reflecting on the many experiences some good and some not. A memory that has been in my mind from the start of my teaching career came drifting back into my mind. It was the first Saturday after school let out for the summer; graduation had been the evening before. I had been asked to get...
I lay in my bed, propped up with precisely3 pillows behind my head and back. The time was ticking between day and night as I sat and watched several different movies. The time has passed slowly, and yet you are still not here. I unconsciously watch the USA and Canada hockey game, knowing where you are you are watching it as well. That’s the closest I can get to you. I have not felt your touch in months, your kisses are faintly remembered, your touch is unfamiliar, and I long for you to come...
MasturbationThe Bunk’d actress now in her 8th season of shooting the Disney show in 2025 being 19 now gets an audition for her ‘first ever movie…it is a Horror/Thriller where she will be paid $20 Million Dollars…more if the movie does really good, the studio wants her for the lead role saying she would be perfect for it as she reads the script reviving a long forgotten and deeply repressed memory of something that happened to her when she was 15, something so horrible and frightening she ‘blocked out the...
Mind ControlA Special Memory By Milik the RedLife has its ups and downs and I have of late been in a period of change and reflection. Among those changes have been thoughts and emotions that have kept me away from writing for some time, but as with all passions my desire to write has rekindled within my heart and I find myself looking to my own past for the spark of inspiration.I find myself looking back some thirty years to the days of my youth. Days filled with the nervous insecurities that a boy in his...
TrueJust A Sweet MemoryBy: Londebaaz Chohan Bob looked up to see the same small, rounded and beautiful face, embedded hazel eyes and dark ebony hair.“Hi Bob. Welcome to my shop”, she said. Bob also recognized Jill Fletcher, his first love, his girl, his class mate in Dental College and they had also worked on some projects together. Unluckily, they had not seen much of each other outside the class or expressed their feelings to each other. Now after long five years of military duty, Bob had learnt...
Cloud looked across the attic, spotting the cardboard box she had been looking for. A sad smile formed on her face and without hesitation, she kneeled next to it, unafraid of the memories she knew it would kick up. With trembling hands, she opened the box like it was a rare treasure. To Cloud, it was just that. This box held her past. The past that she both loved and hated at the same time. After searching through the box for some time, she carefully lifted out an old picture. Gingerly wiping...
Psychologists tell us that memory can be triggered by sensory input. I like many, accepted that fact without much thought. We can all recall times when some sight, sound, smell or taste would remind us of something from our past. Over a month ago it happened to me but unlike previous occurrences, a whole series of memories were triggered leaving me stunned, shaking, aching in my heart for what had once been but would never be again. It was late, about 1:30 AM; I was at work at my desk when an...
I awoke because my nose was cold. Beneath the covers, I was nicely warm, but my face and especially my nose had become cold. That caused my eyes to snap open. If I was cold, it was because the furnace was no longer working, and if the furnace was no longer working, then it had happened, and when my eyes opened, I saw that it had indeed happened: I had lost electricity. It was not unexpected. A blizzard of this magnitude had not struck the region in some fifty years, well before I was even...
Something happened today, which brought back memories of my first sexual experience. Even today, that memory is one clear and sweet in my mind. I was only sixteen years old and had been brought up in a small west Texas town. The hormones that affect every young man about that age had me sneaking off every chance I got to look at an old Penthouse magazine that I had hidden in the garage. I had found the magazine in the alley that ran behind the houses on our street. It was a time before the...
MatureLil’ s*s (Anna) and I where laying around nude by the pool in the relax center of my home, and, as the year was coming to an end, sharing some memories. Anna left her man this past March and started hanging around hubby and me a lot more, which has been nice for the both of us. Anyway, we both agreed that one of the best memories of the years was from the summer.We live a short drive from the ocean where the beaches having rolling sand dunes. One day in July hubby, Anna and I went to beach...
I recently wrote about my first cocksucking experience but the act of writing it down triggered a memory I had suppressed for a long time, I did have one previous encounter….. This was actually my first time sucking a cock…… I was a young student just 18. I was living in shared rooms. There were 4 of us. 2 guys I got on with pretty well, the other Andy, was a bit weird. He was a pain to be around, always making inappropriate comments talking about sex, often strutting around naked and making...
Last February, an external accounting team came to perform reviews within my company. A selected group of persons were chosen for the interview, I was one of the chosen ones to be interviewed. I began to suspect that the audits were just a cover-up. Working in the company's logistics I had nothing to do with corporate finances. I turned up for the audit, where I was welcomed by a team of four people. The interview went smoothly. They asked me innocent questions about life and work at the...
Mind ControlJesse was alone in the motel room. On a road trip into the past, along old Route 66. Sitting and thinking back on the time when he had lived just a few miles from this very town. On this Friday evening he was studying nostalgia. He'd been only nine years old. And his world had shattered and then been put back together as something completely different. It wasn't his fault, but he had paid the cost. He still remembered the sense of loss and pain as he sat here in the room, listening to, but not...
Love StoriesLife is all about memories. You never know when a small incident can turn up into a memorable time and long lasting memory in your life. Well, I am Anand; I am working in Bangalore now in an IT industry. About myself, I am a very average looking guy. The incident I am going to share with you is of about 13 years back when I was a student studying in a college. I used to travel by train to reach my college everyday which is 60 Km away from my home town. Very first day in my class, I saw a very...
The following story is complete fantasy. It was about three o’clock in the afternoon and I was on my way home from classes at college. Being 26, a horny pervert, and not wearing any underwear, my dick was acting up again. I was rushing to the train, thinking about which video I would jerk off to when I got home. I probably wouldn’t need a video, I usually didn’t. I’m horny all the time, I’ll admit it – heck, I think about sex constantly. I had awoken that morning with a throbbing hard-on – I...
Masturbation“You’re such a good girl. Stay still for me now.” I was on my knees, naked, with you standing over me, your hard cock in my face. You were making me look at it up close, you know how it makes me blush when you catch me looking at your cock. I don’t want you to see how much I want it, but I know that you know. “Yes… that’s it…” Your tone was reassuring as you cupped my cheek with one hand and took your dick in the other, rubbing the head of it against my chin, right under my lip. You left a...
Feeling completely relaxed in the warm, tingly afterglow of the best orgasm experience in her life, Jean felt different. The fog of satisfaction coated a dull but persistent feeling that something was different. It was easy to ignore however and shifted her attention back on the pictures and video Ben took of her. She felt like an exotic creature of the woods. Lying on the ground naked in the forest, her senses heightened, the mental wash of the high energy level of ecstasy experienced and the...
It had been a couple of weeks since Ben arrived and once again he awoke with a start from another bad dream relating to events about his family. Breathing rather heavy he sat up and swung his feet off the bed to the floor. He bent over and ran through a deep breathing exercise to calm it and help clear his mind. He had dreamed like this five nights since coming here and wondered why. 'Guilt or anguish?' he thought to himself. He sat up from his bent over position and looked around noting the...
My marriage wasn't much of one. It felt more like a partnership than a marriage. I was on the road a lot to make ends meet and my wife was working part time, being homemaker and raising our daughter. Needless to say, we both were pretty miserable without being able to spend much time together.Then the unthinkable happened. While traveling through Kansas toward a South Carolina destination, I got a call from my sister that no sister should have to make. My wife and daughter perished in a car...
It's a wedding and we're sharing a hotel room with the in-laws and some friends. Just for changing, you understand, but my fantasy goes something like this:I've just showered and come back into the main room wrapped in a towel. I'm all warm and wet from the shower and feeling a little horny, but can't do anything about it as my sister-in-law, Charlie, and my buddy's wife, Linda are there doing their makeup. They are just wrapped in towels themselves, which doesn't help the tenting in my...
The house was empty, or so it seemed. Tom took off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair in the living room. He went to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. Opening it, he took a long swig and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.“Ah… the weekend. Let the good times roll!” he thought to himself.He started to climb the stairs of the house, taking off his tie with his free hand. He took another swig of his beer, and heard what sounded like a moan. He stopped on the stairs...
I’m a man in my late sixties-healthy, vigorous, and still very much interested in sex. My wife, age sixty-one, still enjoys sex to some extent – but too slight for my taste. My sea fantasies are myriad.In one of my favorites, I’m a k** of about thirteen, and I’ve just found out what a thrill it is to jack off. My teacher is a doll by the name of Pennwell – we call her Penny. Every time she starts writing high on the blackboard her dress goes up, and every cock in the class rises in tribute....
The first time I saw her, I wasn’t prepared for that kind of a happening:I had been thumbing my way west, hoping to reach the Pa-cific coast before I ran out of money, and doing all . I had been on the road for two days, and had covered a thousand miles.The red convertible came over the hilltop like a rocket. Its pipes were screaming and the chrome glistening in the sun. I could tell by the speed it was coming that there was no room for me in there, so I didn’t even put out my thumb. Then to my...
I am black, twenty-two, and boyishly cute (according to a lovely woman I work with, who is ten years older than me). I earned a B.A. in political science recently, and am using it well – as a junior high school English teacher. This is not bad except that I wanted to fly with the Air force. (I’m a frus-trated fighter jock.)Okay, that out of the way, I have a fetish which forms the basis of my favorite fantasy.I fantasize being ****d – by a woman. I have heard of it, but don’t know how the...
I have never written anyone on a subject like this before but was so pleased to see so many of your female readers honestly expressing pleasure in expanding their sexual en-joyment, that I’m glad to see you explore the little-known subject of men’s fantasies, and want to contribute my own experience to the search.Since my wife and I have raised our c***dren and seen them happily married, it has been our custom to take half of our vacation together and the other half separately. She usu-ally...
I am forty, married, with three boys ages ten to eighteen. I guess I’d be considered middle income class – over thirty thousand dollars. My fantasy is a little “far-out,” but parts of it are real experience.The fantasy always involves my cutting the hair of beauti-ful women, and I do that a lot. It’s not my occupation, just a hobby, but I’m very good at it.Anyway, this fantasy involves a beautiful brunette with very long hair. She wants “the works.” First of all she has a glass of wine as I...
I am a twenty-six-year-old grad student currently finishing my Ph.D. dissertation. I spend my days writing and typing at home while my wife works, so I have ample time for sexual fantasies.I have far more kinky impulses than does my wife. She greatly enjoys “normal sex,” but has little interest in the ex-otic. She encourages my fantasizing since it gives me satis-faction without requiring that she herself engage in weird sexual practices.I often find myself fantasizing that something (hypnosis,...
My wife did not fantasize before she read Secret Garden. Now she asks me to tell her wild stories while I masturbate her.First let me tell you a little about us. I am twenty-six years old, and my wife Brenda is twenty-five. We have been mar-ried for six years and have one c***d age three. I have a high school education with a little college (two months).Brenda’s body is perfect except for a couple of small stretch marks on her stomach from the baby. Her breasts are beautiful with large brown...
My sex life began at an average age with my cousin, who was a year younger than I. My father left Mother when I was a young c***d, so I did not have any idea as to the feelings of having a father around. Mother has worked since she was deserted, having been hired by her former boss because she was very well educated in his particular field, patent attorney. During that time, after school, I would stop off at my aunt’s home until Mother finished work. My cousin was very tal-ented with a baton...
I’m twenty years old and have enjoyed many times the company of a female as well as fun with a few of the guys whom I have known since school days.Let’s go back to the time I was about eight years old. It was when I was jerking off my cock in the storage room in our home. Guess the room was to have been a bedroom but our parents never finished it and it became the back room where we kept everything from camping gear, Christmas ornaments, clothes, to a bed which was my play bench. When I wished...
I am married to a lovely woman and we have two beautiful c***dren, a boy and a girl. We both teach music, and our in-come is twenty-five thousand dollars per year.My fantasies are about my beautiful mother and me. In them, my mother is thirty-six but looks much younger. I am a sixteen-year-old boy with a perpetual hard-on. On a Sunday morning in summer, we go for a walk in the country. It is peaceful, sunny, and warm. My mother has a white simple dress on. Since the path is narrow, I walk...
I am fifty-one years old, married and have two c***dren, now away from home. I am a businessman in a small town. A sporadic sex life with my wife led me to have an affair with a younger woman, a divorcee. We would meet a few times per year. The hassle of avoiding prying gossips in a small town made us break off and she is now married to another.I have fantasized all my life, on a variety of sexual themes. My current favorite puzzles me since it is full of paradoxes. First, I am a rather...
I am thirty-five years old and a lawyer by profession. I have been married fifteen years and have had a fairly active sexual life. Fantasies have always played an important role in my sex life.I still remember many sexual incidents that occurred in my youth. One, in particular, has played an important role in shaping my fantasies. It happened when I was about eleven. I went swimming one day at the municipal pool. The pool con-tained a locker room for changing, and there were small en-closed...
I am thirty-three years old, married with two c***dren, and have an active sexual relationship with my wife. Being an army officer, we have traveled and lived in Europe for a total of almost five and one-half years. Much of our present atti-tude toward sex has been positively influenced by the Euro-pean acceptance of male and female sexuality.We have been married for ten years. We met in college and lived together for nearly two years before we were mar-ried. My wife is three years younger than...
I am now forty-nine years old, and I was forty before I found out how to turn women on! I met a twenty-two-year-old blonde who was aggressive because she was splitting with her old man. We met in an airport waiting room and made arrangements for our first get-together during a short flight when we’d both have a couple of hours in a distant town before changing planes to fly off in different places. It was the first great fuck for either of us! She had never gone down on a man before; and I...
My profession is the law. I am thirty-four, six-one, one hundred eighty pounds, dark complexion (I’m half Mexican), enjoy women – their touch, their taste, their smell, and ulti-mately their sexuality.I have the usual male response ego-wise to seeing a woman I am making love to experiencing a particularly satis-fying orgasm or series of orgasms. But I really get off when my partner totally loses her control while I’m keeping mine (at least for the moment). When I can feel my woman raising her...
First of all, I am thirty-four years old, married and a schoolteacher. My home sex life is rather dull, which ac-counts for the vivid imagination that I’ve managed to develop over the years, especially as I work with many gorgeous young women.My fantasies always revolve around some of my students, who are aged from sixteen to eighteen. Being a confirmed “ass man” I am constantly distracted by the luscious curves all around me at school.While masturbating I imagine that the girls are all ready...
Here’s a fantasy of mine that came to life last spring. I’ve never told anyone about this experience until now. I’m a twenty-two-year-old guy, born and bred in Washington, D.C.I’ve had this fantasy for a few years. It basically includes having a girl serve me sexually, and spanking her from time to time.Well, last April I was walking with Carol, a close friend with whom I’ve never had sex. We shared intimate secrets – including me telling her that I’d love to fuck her and her de-clining. Carol...
My fantasies stem from the first significant sexual events in my life which occurred during my twelfth and thirteenth years. I had entered puberty then and my sexual apparatus had started to mature and I was beginning to sprout pubic hairs. I was also having a terrible time with unexpected and unbidden erections and was starting to look at girls in a new way.Up the street a few houses from us lived a girl named Jill who was about a year younger than I. Jill was very pretty and petite with milk...
You are lying on your bed face down with your head turned to one side. You are wearing both a bra and knickers, both black. I can see that you have your right hand down inside your knickers because your fingers can be seen moving very slowly and gently between your legs, lifting the material, and you are ever so smoothly raising and dropping your hips from the bed as you rub and caress yourself.Starting at your toes, I lick each foot, each toe, and each instep very gently and sensuously –...
*See ‘Preparing for my fantasy’ for the beginning of this story* * It takes twenty minutes to rouse you from your sleep. Gentle prodding, whispers. Part of me wants to give up because I am afraid, part of me stifles giggles. I send you a text ‘wake up’ and a wink. When I don’t hear your phone, I sneak it out of your pocket and place it next to your head. I send a few pictures of what is waiting for you…..me. Each time I try to wake you, I race back to the bed. I am nervous and excited when I...
This is the writing of a memory that in my life will always cherish. The event is true, though the names have been changed to protect anonymity. My day started as usual, getting up at the break of dawn clad only in a pair of loose fitting and putting coffee on sitting down at the computer listening to the familiar whirring as it booted. Waiting for the coffee to finish I logged on to my favorite news sight, all the while thinking about what the day held as well as the way last night...
A Special Memory By Milik the Red Life has its ups and downs and I have of late been in a period of change and reflection. Among those changes have been thoughts and emotions that have kept me away from writing for some time, but as with all passions my desire to write has rekindled within my heart and I find myself looking to my own past for the spark of inspiration. I find myself looking back some thirty years to the days of my youth. Days filled with the nervous insecurities that a boy in...
I always remember the first no matter how many times I get to watch. Every time I see her fucking I remember seeing that first cock push her lips apart, hearing her initial cries as it slipped inside her horny cunt. Seeing how wet she was, seeing her juices coating his entire shaft. Remembering how she had sucked him first, looking at me as she took his cock in her mouth, stroking the wet shaft while she sucked his balls. How she lay down for him, pulled him on top of her. Seeing her legs...
I lay in my bed, propped up with precisely3 pillows behind my head and back. The time was ticking between day and night as I sat and watched several different movies. The time has passed slowly, and yet you are still not here. I unconsciously watch the USA and Canada hockey game, knowing where you are you are watching it as well. That’s the closest I can get to you. I have not felt your touch in months, your kisses are faintly remembered, your touch is unfamiliar, and I long for you to come...
1 Great MemoryBy: Londebaaz Chohan The Liberty, International Airport; Newark, NJ or the Newark city in NJ, none of these is new to me. I used to live in Newark NJ little over 5 years ago. The mother fucking city was dirty, smelly and crimes ridden even then but except one small portion across the rail road tracks where most of the hard working white collar migrant people lived; ready to fuck any criminal element in a flash to keep their community clean and safe. I rented 2 rooms from such a...
WHAT A MEMORYBy: Londebaaz ChohanLangdon; although very old and very sick, remembers and tells this to all his buddies like he won the gold medal in Aeronautical Science and that too when he was hardly 18 and had not even studied a word about this science. He admits of having no girlfriend then and being a freelancer providing the services of his cock to all needy cunts and young asses alike; just to get the relieve for his sexual tensions and truly wanting to be a known as a bull for all needy...