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Rome was the city that had it all - the sights, the sounds, the nightlife. It was a fascinating ancient city by day, and a bustling hub of energy and passion by night, if you knew where to look. Liam Lovell was there on holiday for a week in the middle of July with his friends from school, celebrating the end of their time at St. Catherine’s Academy. He was free of it all, the bullies and the secrets that he had had to put up with for so many years now. And now he was in Rome, Italy’s...
It was my daughters birthday and I had met my ex wife and the two girls in a lovely Italian restaurant that someone suggested to her. Neutral ground I had thought, but things hadn’t been too difficult between us and the girls had both enjoyed it. It was late on and the three of them had gone home across town to where then three of them lived. I was sitting in the subdued light of the booth, in the now empty restaurant nursing the end of a cappuccino and brandy, awaiting the arrival of the bill....
It was a cool April evening. In my late teens and just ready to graduatehigh school, I had already made up my mind that I would be spending my lifeproviding sexual pleasure to men rather than screwing women and having k**s. I was drawn to older, mature men since I was just about seven years old. Ihad this strange fascination about watching men urinate.This fascination became a pure obsession, gravitating to men's rooms inrestaurants, service stations, parks and specially the nearby bowling...
All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between two Gypsy teenagers and two Cops. The teenagers dominates the Cops. There is also some mild fetish (The two Gypsies have a poor personal hygiene, so you do the maths), nothing too heavy though. But if you are squeamish and don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned. This is just a fantasy. Always play safe in real life. MAIN CHARACTERS Enzo = 41 Cop Marco = 30 Cop Adrian = 18 Gypsy Lazlo = 18...
(Gay, Twinks/Males, Submission/Domination, Fetish, Interracial)All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between two Gypsy teenagers and two Cops. The teenagers dominates the Cops. There is also some mild fetish (The two Gypsies have a poor personal hygiene, so you do the maths), nothing too heavy though.But if you are squeamish and don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned.This is just a fantasy. Always play safe in real life.MAIN CHARACTERSEnzo = 41...
Introduction: I wrote this for a dear friend of mine, whom Ive known for the better part of 10 years, but have never met face to face. I hope you enjoy it! Italian Fantasy **Italy, night time, outdoor cafe. The street is dark, save for the lights coming from the cafe.** My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. Youre wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an...
Out of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Miss Shoreham, just five of us remained. We were all in our early twenties, Mike, Jim, Julia, Sharon and me, Angie. Our teacher was a stunningly pretty Italian lady, a couple of years older than us and married to an English guy. The five of us enjoyed the course and going to the pub afterwards but we were not very good at doing the homework she set us or reviewing what we’d learnt. Carlotta always taught sitting on...
SpankingDenice Jenning’s Week, Friday My week had been crazy at Rogers High School. I was chosen for the Program because was I was in the running to be my school’s homecoming queen. The naughty futa-principal, Ms. McTaggart, thought it would cute to have my rival, that slut Umeko Himura, and me go naked for the entire week. That was the point of the Program, to encourage young people to embrace their bodies and sexuality. To not be ashamed about anything. It was part of a new-wave of laws sweeping...
**Italy, night time, outdoor cafe. The street is dark, save for the lights coming from the cafe.** My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. You're wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an understated and simple silver buckle, black trousers, black socks, and expensive black Italian leather shoes. You look so incredibly sexy that I have to...
My fantasy begins with me walking up to where you are sitting at one of the tables, nervously looking around and occasionally checking your watch. You’re wearing a black, almost billowy, button-down shirt, black belt with an understated and simple silver buckle, black trousers, black socks, and expensive black Italian leather shoes. You look so incredibly sexy that I have to catch my breath before continuing on. You look up and finally notice me walking toward you as I step into the...
Out of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Miss Shoreham, just five of us remained. We were all in our early twenties, Mike, Jim, Julia, Sharon and me, Angie. Our teacher was a stunningly pretty Italian lady, a couple of years older than us and married to an English guy. The five of us enjoyed the course and going to the pub afterwards but we were not very good at doing the homework she set us or reviewing what we’d learnt. Carlotta always taught sitting on...
Not wanting to linger there toward the end of the meal I excused myself to go to the ladies room in the foyer.I bumped into the Italian waiter who was coming out of the men's bathroom and gave him a big smile aware that his eyes were already upon my breasts. He smiled back with a twinkle in his eye and asked me if there was anything I needed. My eyes were drawn toward the bulge in his trousers that seemed to extend down his leg more than usual. I explained it was my birthday and regretfully my...
I get a text message in the early afternoon: "Italian executive at the Mayflower, drinks this evening?" Sounds promising, I respond immediately. Sometimes I dislike meeting for drinks, especially when meeting a client for the first time. Often, it means they're not quite at ease with what they're doing. It can become like an interview where they awkwardly and feverishly try to ask the right questions in order to reassure themselves that you're the right kind of rentboy. Not someone dangerous,...
Gay MaleOut of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Carlotta Shoreham (who we referred to as Miss), just four of us remained. Julia, Jim and I had all been given the cane by Carlotta since we had accepted her suggestion that we should be spanked if we didn’t do our night-school homework properly. If we hadn't agreed the course would be cancelled. Only Sharon had somehow managed to avoid it so far. Jim & I had just been on the receiving end of a punishment and as...
SpankingHi my name Is Francesca,I’m an italian girl of 26 years old, living in Milan. Since this bet I had never thought to have sex with foreign men,after this I turned my mind. The story is related to June 2009 and it’s about a bet I made with a foreign man about a football match. It was an evening of June when Italy football team played for an international cup against Egypt. I met a tourist from UK in a bar,I was reading sport news when he told to me “come on, Italy will lose tonight, don’t waste...
InterracialAlthough sixteen now, Denice had never been camping before. I enjoyed camping; it was a way of escaping my home-life, where the wife doted only on the dog. Denice was my sister Cathy’s daughter; a single mom whome I visted rarely. Denice had lately become very tempting. Her brown hair seemed to kiss her beautiful neck and her big brown eyes danced every time I took-in her yummy figure. Visits to Cathy’s place became more frequent; and I found Cathy good to chat with before Deniece came in...
May 1, 1975 Colonel Wynn finished assembling his rifle after having cleaned it. He had placed second in a shooting competition, right behind Sergeant Major Washington. They had tied in the regular round and had to go into a second and third round before a winner was declared. He now had a nice little second place trophy. After each competitor was eliminated, they had returned to the ready room to clean their weapons. Because of the extra competition rounds, he and the Sergeant Major been...
I had a special assignment to assist the planning manager with the layout of the executive suite. I had caught the eye of management with my design skills, which I had studied in school as a minor. Bernice was the management lead for the project. We had a meeting set for 10 am. I had a few items to wrap up before our meeting.“Hi Kristen,” said Bernice.“So, nice to meet you, Bernice.”“I have heard good things about you from the assistance you gave with the design of the lobby. I saw no reason to...
Office SexTraining Bernice By: Malissa Madison Bernie and Beth had a lot to look forward to in life. college Sweethearts they married right after graduation. Bought a nice house in a quiet Suburb. Both had nice cars, and nice clothes. And they were very much in love. Beth landed a good job with a financial company making a more than adequate salary. But Bernie had majored in Accounting, in a city where Accountants were a dime a dozen. So Beth was supporting them both. She admitted to...
I get a text message in the early afternoon: ‘Italian executive at the Mayflower, drinks this evening?’ Sounds promising, I respond immediately. Sometimes I dislike meeting for drinks, especially when meeting a client for the first time. Often, it means they’re not quite at ease with what they’re doing. It can become like an interview where they awkwardly and feverishly try to ask the right questions in order to reassure themselves that you’re the right kind of rentboy. Not someone dangerous,...
Out of the twelve that began attending the Italian night-school course run by Carlotta Shoreham (who we referred to as Miss), just four of us remained. Julia, Jim and I had all been given the cane by Carlotta since we had accepted her suggestion that we should be spanked if we didn’t do our night-school homework properly. If we hadn’t agreed the course would be cancelled. Only Sharon had somehow managed to avoid it so far. Jim & I had just been on the receiving end of a punishment and as...
We’re on holiday. We decided to take a short break in Italy, and we’re staying on a quiet resort where there’s mountains everywhere you look, the sea is blue and warm. The weather is warm and the breeze is cool. It’s perfect for us.We’ve done a few trips to the local area and we find a restaurant which is hidden in the trees, about 20 mins walk from our chalet. It’s a restaurant for locals. The chairs are wooden and dusty, they creak when you sit on them. The smell of cooking wafts across the...
Italian Lessons 2Erotic. Taboo. FMf. Instruction .The fortnight passed slowly and my nights were filled with fantastical dreams of the beautiful Margeurite and her pretty young charge Christy, who had stood quietly, head down tonguing Margeurites pussy, as I fucked her in the middle of an empty restaurant. The feel of her tightness though eluded me and I woke many times to find my hand rubbing my own cock gently. I tried to resist this in the second week as I hoped I would be invited to further...
Leaving the office late, the last thing i wanted to do was workout at the gym,....but boy i'm glad i did. Parking in the almost vacant parking lot i get out of my car at the same time as another guy. 'Looks like we picked a good time', he says. We both make our way inside and discover the gym empty. I ask the girl working reception if they're still open. She tells us she is about to close for the night but tells us to come in anyway. 'Thats fine guys, i have to stay back tonight anyway. I'm...
GayDenice Jenning’s Week, Tuesday “Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as Tanisha rammed her futa-dick in and out of my pussy. The African-American futa had me pinned against the lockers. She was fucking her big, Black girl-cock in and out of my cunt. My naked body pressed against her clothed flesh. She’d only hiked her skirt and shoved down her panties to fuck me. I felt her round breasts through her top, her nipples hard. “Damn, you got a hot, tight cunt!” she moaned, thrusting into me harder,...
It’s happened to me several times since, but Lenore was the first girl to dump me for another guy. It went about the same way as the later incidents. The first thing I noticed was that she had stopped contacting me, and she wouldn’t return my attempts to contact her.The telephone was our usual method of communication. Sometimes I would run into her in the lobby or the elevator, but when it came to arranging dates the phone was the easiest way to reach each other. She would call me when she...
Love StoriesLet's start with some details. Bernice is a tall girl, mid thirties with tumbling brunette hair. I guess she has what you might describe as a fuller figure and has lovely big tits. Her pussy is partially shaved and always wet - seriously, all the time! I am six foot with a medium athletic build, brown hair and a 7 inch, uncut, thick cock. A week or so earlier we had agreed to split up. I was ready to move on and had started seeing someone else. I think Bernice was still hoping for a...
63-year-old Fred Edmonds stood outside his farmhouse looking at the impending storm clouds with concern. He was a slender but muscular man from years of hard labor of tending to the soil. 60-year-old Bernice standing on the steps of the cellar said, "Fred, I know you are worried but I don't want to lose you in this storm." Fred looked at Bernice with a haggard look and went down into the cellar with Bernice. Inside the cellar, Fred stood there in his faded Wranglers and Wranglers...
The picture above taken just before Venice was subject to her terrible ordeal.I sat and watched a bit of tele. Dee called and I told her that I had a guest. She was curious and asked me who it was, I told her a girl called Venice, we’d been friends on Xhamster. I asked her what she had been up to and she told me that at that precise time two guys from the office were in bed with her, she had been sucking one before she called, but he had cum too quickly. But the other guy was happily sucking...
"Did you bring the pictures, Mrs. Bartlett?" "Yes, Reverend." Bernice placed the envelope on the desk and stood nervously before the seated minister. "Becky looked wonderful after her visit with you this afternoon. So happy." "She's a wonderful girl, Sister Bartlett. You and Mr. Bartlett have brought her up well." Wilson's balls were not as swollen and painful now as they were two hours ago after his preparatory session with the woman's ripe-fourteen-year-old daughter and having...
Venice was having one of those days, she had a tough day at work and as soon as the clock hit 5:00pm she hurriedly got to her car and pulled away just as the rain started. Venice’s commute was very long. It took her an hour each way. She knew that it would take longer in the downpour she was in. As she pulled onto the highway she looked down and noticed that the her already too short denim skirt had ridden all the way up to hip and she is soaked. She sighed heavily thinking that her day...
DRESSING: PHASE 1 - A HOLIDAY IN VENICE Barry Robbins and I have been best friends since we were three years old and met in the Reception Class at Nursery School. Naturally as two active, competitive little boys we had our moments and our spats, but it soon became clear to our parents and teachers that we functioned better together than apart. As we grew up it was apparent that our talents and personalities complemented each other. Barry was the imaginative one; I could come up with...
-Charles Perrault, "The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood" *** 1796 Elena woke. It was dark. She pushed on the lid of the coffin and it opened. A single candle glowed on the table, and she saw that the crypt was empty except for herself and her casket. It was made of beautiful polished wood, and she spent a few minutes admiring its lines and running her fingers over it smooth surface. It was good to be buried in such a thing if one is dead, she decided. Was she dead? She didn’t...
It was my first day of my last year at high school and my parents were neglecting me as always. They own their own company and almost never have time for me, So I just ate eat some cereal and headed out the door I have never really been the one to dress up but I decided what the hell it's my last year of high school I mind as well do it big. So I wore some semi tight skinny jeans a white plain shirt and my favorite glasses. My most favorite person in the world Amanda said I look cute in them,...
It was my first day of my last year at high school and my parents were neglecting me as always. They own their own company and almost never have time for me, So I just ate eat some cereal and headed out the door I have never really been the one to dress up but I decided what the hell it’s my last year of high school I mind as well do it big. So I wore some semi tight skinny jeans a white plain shirt and my favorite glasses. My most favorite person in the world Amanda said I look cute in them,...
The eleven o’clock news had started about fifteen minutes earlier when I heard a key entering the lock to our door. Moments later the door opened and Janice entered the room, closing and locking the door behind her. Janice stood by the door for a few moments before saying “You’ll never guess what happened tonight.” I looked at her, waiting for her to continue her story, as I had absolutely no idea as too what she about to tell me. Janice looked at me with a grin on her face and said “I got...
JANICE'S WAY By Jasmine Lee It all started in early December. Janice, the woman across the street, called after Terry as he walked up his front steps. "Scuse me, Terry? Could you do me a favor?" "Sure, Janice, what do you need?" "Could you carry my Xmas tree up the steps for me?" "Be glad to," Terry replied, wondering why she couldn't ask her husband to do it. Terry hated getting involved with the neighbors. He preferred to keep to himself and felt very ill at ease...
As they continued riding in the gondola, Natalie took Janice's hand and placed it on her breast, placing her hand on top of Janice's and squeezing. When Janice squeezed on her own, Natalie let out a soft moan. The gondola had circled back to where it had picked them up, and they exited the boat. They made the walk back to the car holding hands and drove back to the villa. Once there, they went to Natalie's room and sat on the bed."Can I ask you something, Natalie?""Of course.""I have...
First TimeTracey wanted to seek new pastures, so she looked for somewhere to move to – she found a place called “Niceville”. Well that sounded just great, she thought, so she moved there to make new friends and a new life. She got a job as a receptionist at the local used car lot so came into contact with a lot of people – not always the best type though! One guy, named Buck, bought an old Chevvy from the lot; he eyed her up as she bent over in her black leather miniskirt to file the papers....
Venice in August By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer My thanks go to PapaGus and Deryk for assisting me in preparing this story for posting. Venice in August I’d wandered away from the cathedral entrance, wondering what the hell I was doing there anyway. It was the third day of our holiday, and my two daughters had taken their spouses inside to enjoy the splendour of the old building. And the coolness of the air, I should imagine. I didn’t want to go inside the building myself. I’d seen...
My thanks go to PapaGus and Deryk for assisting me in preparing this story for posting. I'd wandered away from the cathedral entrance, wondering what the hell I was doing there anyway. It was the third day of our holiday, and my two daughters had taken their spouses inside to enjoy the splendour of the old building. And the coolness of the air, I should imagine. I didn't want to go inside the building myself. I'd seen it all too many times before and like most of the city, it held too many...
It had all seemed so long ago and far away. Lena’s first trip to Venice was almost twenty years ago. That fact stunned her as she sat on the passenger jet airliner over the Mediterranean Sea and circled for an approach to the airport near Venice. Her first trip to Venice was all by ship and train. This time, she had to take two pills to overcome her fear of flying to get onboard this miracle of science that put humans into the air like soaring birds. The impossibility of such a heavy piece...
On Wednesday morning, we checked out of the hotel and took a taxi to the train station. I had pre-paid tickets on the high-speed train to Venice. We had a private compartment, but the door was clear glass, so we couldn’t do any serious fooling around. The countryside zipped by and, as usual, I was amazed at the amount of farmland and just plain wilderness that covers large parts of northern Italy. We pulled into the Santa Lucia train station on the Grand Canal in Venice. A water taxi took us...
MY FIRST TIME WITH A GUY Another true story it’s kind of long but I think you will enjoy it I lived west of Lake Worth Florida in Palm Beach county at that time there we were surrounded by 1500 Acres of woods there was 10 of us and we all had dirt bikes and would go out riding all the time.. On Saturdays we had a game we played we called it TAG we split into 2 teams 1 team would go out into the woods and the other team had to find them once you were found you had to outmaneuver or outrun the...
The next morning Janice woke up to find Natalie sitting out on the small patio outside the bedroom. She slipped on a robe and went out to join her, leaning over her chair and kissing her."Is that coffee I smell?""Yes, I had Rosalinda bring a thermal pot and two cups. Help yourself."Janice poured herself a cup and sat down next to Natalie."You were right. It is quite peaceful out here in the morning. I can see why you enjoy it.""It is my favorite time of day out here. Or at least it was...
ToysMy name is Gabriela. No, it’s not, but I’m not telling you my real name. I’m 29 years old. I was 29 last year too. I’m a professional girlfriend. My boyfriends’ wives would call me a whore. My boyfriends buy me jewelry, clothing, pay my rent, my credit card bills, sometimes even give me shares in their companies or illegal stock tips. What do they get out of it? What do you think? They get a beautiful woman to go out with, to secretly take on business trips, to make their friends jealous,...
Introduction: Victoria: Let me know what you guys think,) Victoria was in this black strapless dress that barely came down to her mid-thigh, it was hugging every curve of her body.. It seemed to barely cover her tits, this dress was meant to steal attention and it definitely was doing that. Her beautiful auburn hair falling over her shoulders. Wearing black high heels, made her ass pop out of her dress. She mustve seen my jaw dropped because she just smiled and let herself in her ass rubbed up...
Sylvia works in Milan as the Chief Executive of a Fashion House. She always looks smart and sexy as she has to compete with in house young fashion models. Her fashion house specialise in modelling sexy and erotic lingerie. Sylvia is a forty year old working mother of two. She has been divorced for 2 years and still looking for Mr Right. When she has been leaving the office at night she has noticed an older guy standing outside watching her. He looks in his early sixties but dresses very...
Janice was almost certain she was straight. The one and only time she had touched another girl's breasts or even kissed another girl was that summer when she was sixteen and a camp counselor, and she chalked that up to youthful exploration. Since then, in her last two years of high school, Janice had dated boys, a lot of boys. She had finally slept with one of them, then spent the next two months worrying she was pregnant.After finally getting a pregnancy test, and it was negative, she swore...
HumorI had been to Venice several times and was never disappointed by its magic. Yes, there are hordes of tourists throughout the year, but what can you expect if you seek out such a preposterously over-the-top, baroque city-on-an-island? A man-made fairytale confection, doomed to eventually sink into the lagoon that surrounds it, like a latter day Atlantis.I had met Alicea on a European dating site. We 'clicked' from the word go and when I suggested a long weekend in Venice, she didn't need asking...
Love StoriesI had been to Venice several times and was never disappointed by its magic. Yes, there are hordes of tourists throughout the year, but what can you expect if you seek out such a preposterously over-the-top, baroque city-on-an-island? A man-made fairytale confection, doomed to eventually sink into the lagoon that surrounds it, like a latter day Atlantis.I had met Alicea on a European dating site. We 'clicked' from the word go and when I suggested a long weekend in Venice, she didn't need asking...
Love StoriesAfter what seemed to be a lifetime hubby and I finally made our way to Italy. It was a fantastic trip starting in the south and working our way up some six weeks. I must say and doing so is a bit of a surprise, it was Venice that left the biggest impression on us. Rome has it’s history and Florence was so refined but it was the sexual energy we felt in Venice that had us dying to return to. Our first trip was taken with longtime friends, I’d call them our closest still today but what lacks is...
Me and my ex-girlfriend from that time decided that we wanted to visit Venice for vacation.This happened 3 summers ago, we got flight tickets booked accommodation and we were ready to go. While we were checking all the nice places to visit we were also interested to check what Venice had to offer for beaches so aside for sightseeing we can have some fun on the sea.The first few days was only going trough the beautiful places and then we decided that we want to rest and enjoy the beach a little...
Tokens: No More Mister Nice Guy By Morpheus Dennis fought back the tears as he hurried down the sidewalk, hoping that no one saw them. He grimaced, pausing just long enough to punch at the side of a tree to unleashed some of the pain inside of him, then almost immediately felt guilty for doing so. Though Dennis was not bad looking, he was not extremely attractive either. Instead, at 5 foot 11 and 29 years old, he was average. He was the type of person that one seldom...
My name is Caleb and I am twenty-two years old. I work part-time as a stripper at The Dragon’s Lair by night and a full-time student by day. Every year The Dragon’s Lair puts on a charity silent auction for an animal rescue in our city. This year they are auctioning off their strippers instead for a dinner out and I am one of them. How I got talked into it I am not sure but I am standing here ready to go to the auction block. I have no problems taking my clothes off in front of maybe...
Gay MaleThis is the girl who is in this story with me : http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/1352687/bi_sexual_beki.htmlThis all starts off with me going downtown just by myself to a well known gay bar. I have been bi-sexual since I was about 14 and I am 18 now. I was wearing a burgundy dress which flared out a lot at the bottom and was showing a fair bit of cleavage, my legs were bare and I had black lace panties on and a matching bra. I was in the mood for a girl tonight seen as I hadn't had sex with a...
** incase u didnt read my other story Darnell is my fuck buddy **Its been 2 weeks since I last fucked Darnell he is 6 foot 5 and totally muscular. Today he came to my door looking so good asking me to go for a walk with him i was wearing my short shorts and ramones shirt lookin good. i said sure & adventured out fallowing him into the forest once no one could see he picked me up grabbing my ass with his left hand and feeling me up with the other we passionatly french kiss till he puts me...