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Here we are again. He’s so… something. We don’t really know what it is, but it is compelling. On our knees before him, with our heads either hovering in front of him or resting against his thigh. We are leaning in, curiously investigating the bulge in his black pants. Before we know it, he places his hand on it and teases it in front of us. We want it. Patience is key, though. We wouldn’t want to be denied our prize, and that is a real danger if we were to lunge toward our desires as we want...
Group SexInitially I was hesitant at sharing my lover with another man. However, after listening to you tell me how much you wanted two men at once and your reaction I soon weakened, especially after researching some FMM websites. Part of the deal was that the other man had to be much younger than us and very well hung. If I was going to watch my lover fuck another man, a huge cock would be a visual turn on for me as well as her. I tell him to sit down opposite us and watch. I start tongue kissing...
I work so hard for him, for my daddy. I want to please him in every way. His pleasure comes first. I do it all for him. I'm guilty though. Guilty of sometimes having a secondary, wicked motivation and that delicious repayment of my efforts. It sometimes makes me move faster, harder, and longer, and that little subtle push to go along with my main reason for my submission to him. I just can't help it. His tongue is my vice, my weakness, and my Achilles heel. Sometimes he just wants to eat for...
Oral SexI am twenty four years old, average build, but have one incredible feature I was born with, I have a tongue like a cat, rough and I have been capitalizing on my gift for the last two years. I am now a lesbian whore, women go nuts to feel my tongue on their pussy and will pay handsomely for the service. I really found out about my tongue when I was fifteen, at a party where we were playing truth or dare and I took a dare to kiss one of the girls there. I put my tongue in her mouth, as a playful...
LesbianKofe let him rest for a while, purring softly as she stroked his head, keeping him trapped tightly against her yielding body. After what might have been minutes or hours, he couldn’t tell, a sudden movement roused him. She rolled onto her back, the mattress beneath her bouncing and the bed’s frame creaking ominously, releasing him from her hold. Her breasts parted, gravity attempting to drag the heavy globes down, and he found himself lying on top of her. She could have served as a bed in her...
I woke up Sunday morning and remembered the cute little feminine French girl that I had last night. Like the hundreds of other women I had met she was just another who had experienced my four-inch tongue. She had left my house with a well satisfied smile on her face. You see, since high school. I first noticed that my tongue was growing longer and longer. I was a soccer jock in high school and college so I had plenty of opportunities to date lesbian women. By the time I was nineteen, I was a...
Back in High School they called me Tommy The Tongue because my tongue was as big as Gene Simmons. I later learned what my tongue was good for. Take my girlfriend, Tisha. I spent the night at her place after making plenty of noise in the bedroom. She was quite the screamer I gotta say. I was in the kitchen making some coffee while I awaited on her return from her morning jog. She took serious care of her body, avoiding all the sweets and anything fattening. I heard the door slammed shut and in...
Back in High School they called me Tommy The Tongue because my tongue was as big as Gene Simmons. I later learned what my tongue was good for. Take my girlfriend, Tisha. I spent the night at her place after making plenty of noise in the bedroom. She was quite the screamer I gotta say. I was in the kitchen making some coffee while I awaited on her return from her morning jog. She took serious care of her body, avoiding all the sweets and anything fattening. I heard the door slammed shut and in...
I found it positively maddening to ignore the sexual frustration building in me over the week. With Lauren taunting me about Levi, and Levi whispering delicious nothings about Lauren, it was a miracle that I got anything done. “I thought you didn’t want to distract me from my schoolwork?” I turned to Levi, lounging in the chair next to mine on my roof deck. “Distract you, Norrra?” he said, rolling the “r” in that familiar and still sexy way he always did. “I’m just trying to get you excited for...
ExhibitionismThe much younger Alma looked down as Gretchen’s head bobbed up and down between her legs as her older lesbian lover explored her pussy with her magnificent four inch tongue. The tongue that had conquered her like so many women in the past. Gretchen had skillfully worked her way up from her ankle, up her calves and finally to her inner thigh leading to her now sopping wet pussy. Gretchen’s long tongue started at the base of her pussy as she ran it up to her clitoris, the flicking it gently over...
Hi, folks. This is Yash again. I am 23 and live in Pune. My email id is Please mail your feedback. For chit chat ping me on hangouts. I am a horny guy, so any girl or aunty can contact me. I especially love divorced aunties. I have had very good experiences with them. I am a software engineer by profession. I have a lot of interest and experience in sex. I have been doing sex since I was 18. I also read a lot about sex in my free time. As a result, I have gathered a lot of knowledge about sex,...
A Story of the Cross By Roger and Phyllis 2020 The crew worked a late night and into the early morning to insure the life-sized icon of Christ on the Cross was erected and ready for the Sunday service. ”Phil!” cried out one of the work crew from the floor of the church, “be sure the nuts are tight…we don’t want the damn thing falling down like it did last time.” Phil was working up the high ladder affixing the icon of Christ on the Cross to the wall behind the pulpit. Good old...
In my quest to find ways to pleasure myself I discovered lots of things I enjoyed rubbing on or against. If other people were around I'd be very discreet but the urge for satisfaction would outweigh the fear of getting caught at times. I would practically sprint up the stairs when my Mother or step father told me it was time for bed because I was so excited to make myself cum. I would usually sleep in panties and a nighty or oversized tshirt. Pretty much every night those panties would be...
By John Morrison Creator of “The Adventures of John and Holly” Chapter 1: Wild Tongues October, Freshman Year “Did you see Cynthia today?” Alex asked Taylor, as they sat watching TV in the middle of the night. “Yeah why,” Taylor said, laughing at the TV. She sat on an arm chair, wearing a white T-shirt, and blue jeans. “She acted strange when I saw her earlier,” Alex said, sitting in her nightgown. “I just wondered if there was something going on,” Alex said. “I’m sure she...
Translation of German words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly clear in context. WITH NOTHING ON MY TONGUE Part One: THUNDER/STORM From Leonard Cohen’s song, “Hallelujah” Maybe I’ve been here before I’ve seen this room, I’ve walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew ya I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch Our love is not a victory march It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah. . . . . . . . . . . . And even...
This story was inspired by true events. Comments welcome. Amanda has been the sparkle in my life since the day she was born. Not only was she a pretty baby, something that every father says about his children, but as she grew through her adolescent and teen years, she blossomed into a beautiful woman. At 22, she stands about 5-feet 6-inches tall, weighs about 115, and has straight, jet black hair, from her mother's side of the family, that has just a few highlights and reaches to the small of...
I was waiting in the car and I saw Kristen walking. Her stockinged legs caught my attention and the short skirt provided a view of her long legs. She entered the car and leaned over, and we kissed.Kristen spoke, “Since I have changed the way I dress and am wearing stockings, a few of the girls act differently. Some are friendlier and I enjoy working with them There is one cute girl who asked to have lunch. I get a strange feeling about her. Some of her questions are getting personal but, I will...
Oral SexAuthors note: This is among the first pieces I wrote and was featured on Playboy’s Sirius Satellite Radio ‘Erotic Stories’ Program in 2008.An Educated TongueJill and Diane got off the elevator and headed down the hall toward their room. They had been sent to the Conference by their employer. Both were executive assistants but had very little to do with each other in performing their day to day jobs. The company, chiefly their respective bosses, had decided that it would be a good team building...
It was early morning; the rays of the sun had already touched the awakening desert when she came out of nowhere. Or so it seemed. One moment I was feeding the chickens and when I looked up, she sat there proudly on a mustang horse. With the sun behind her, I had to shift my position to see who she was. My focus immediately went to her left knee-high moccasin in the stirrup and her naked thigh before my gaze traveled upwards to her poncho-clad torso and her beautiful face, her long black hair...
First TimeSherri lay on the bed, questions racing through her mind. She had never done this before, would she be able to go through with it? Would she like it? Would she be able to reciprocate? Jane was lying next to her, kissing her, swirling her tongue around in Sherri’s mouth and she felt herself getting aroused and responding. Jane stopped kissing her mouth and moved to her neck, then her breasts. She licked and sucked and kissed her way down until she was at her mound. Jane spread Sherri’s legs...
The 36th prostitute I saw was a pleasure to be around. Just an easy going personality for the most part. I was seeing her just for her blowjob, nothing else. She let me film and take pics for an additional fee also. She was staying at one of the more run down hotels in town, sketchy people outside, broken lighting in the hallways, etc. not my favorite, but I was determined to make it work as I had heard about her legendary oral skills. She was friendly when I arrived, so all was good. She...
Her index finger traced a line from my lower back all the way up the center crease of my back and shoulder muscles. I was sleeping in between the cool crisp sheets of my king size bed. Lying in my favorite position; naked, face down, one leg bent at the knee with my arms up by my head around the pillow. Her gentle touch woke me from my restful sleep. I could feel the cool air on my lower back and buttocks wondering if I had kicked the covers off and what was feeling so good. One finger slowly...
MILFThis rahul 27 years old from durg c.G dick 9″ long any girl or bhabhi can contact or comment at – Privacy guaranteed. Coming to story. Meri bhabhi ka naam ekta hai unki shaadi ko teen saal ho gaye hai . Wo bahut sundar aur hot hai lambe baal , badi badi aakhen ,mast gol gol gand aur bade bade boobs . Mere bhaiya aur bhabhi apne alagvghar mein rahete hai aurbmein unke gharvaata jaata raheta hoon .Kyoki unka ghar mere ghar ke bahut paas hai . Ek din mein unke ghar gaya to dekha par koi nahi...
It all started from me seeing the man’s picture of his tongue posted in an interracial Internet group. He had left a comment asking for the ladies of the group to show him some love. So when I seen this man’s picture with this rather large tongue I had to make a remark “With a tongue like that I'm sure you won’t be lonely long." He was also a rather nice looking thick black man so I was sure that would help. A few days later I received a message from him on my messenger. For the next...
First TimeIt is my office – my private space – until she decides otherwise.I am on a very important conference call when she walks in without knocking. She knows my rules. If my door is closed, do not interrupt me. On this day, she chooses to break those rules.My mate and I have a passionate relationship. Passion is defined as an intense and uncontrollable emotion. But, I didn’t say which emotion, did I? Sometimes, she is an angel and I just cherish her; I really cherish her. I lovingly kiss and make...
Office SexIt was just another in a seemingly endless chain or repetitive events that started on a Monday and ended on a Friday otherwise characterized as the end of the week after work 'Thank God It's Friday' gathering at the local pub. At this point it was safe to say that I'd imbibed more than my share of the local brew. My tie was loose and my self control less then. I'd migrated over to a group of co-workers discussing politics when a slightly off-color remark caused me to deliver a quick...
It all started from me seeing the man’s picture of his tongue posted in an interracial Internet group. He had left a comment asking for the ladies of the group to show him some love. So when I seen this man’s picture with this rather large tongue I had to make a remark “With a tongue like that I’m sure you won’t be lonely long.’ He was also a rather nice looking thick black man so I was sure that would help. A few days later I received a message from him on my messenger. For the next...
From a son-in-laws Eyes. His wife left early that morning, the sun was already up, the breeze was warm as it slowly blew through the open patio doors. Did he get up now? or would it be the normal 7am relief , which he had to administr on himself each morning? It was quiet and work wasnt wanting him in today, yes he could feel the stirrings of excitement building up below the bright white cotton sheet which shield his naked toned body. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine a fantasy...
All of the Murphy's had an obvious thing in common in that they all had the reddest hair imaginable. Maureen was certainly no exception to that visible thread of identity possessed by the Murphy clan. However, there was another genetic commonality that was less apparent and that was the fact that the entire family had uncommonly long tongues with pointed tips. They all were pretty much aware of this unusually rare trait but seldom drew attention to it because it might cause them to be vilified...
Spring passed quickly and summer arrived, bringing with it a longing that drew me more and more to the surface and daylight. With each passing day I felt more and more restless, the need to see the open sky overcoming my desire for Isshu, strong as that was. Had he been able to stand the almost sweltering heat, I would have enjoyed his company here in a world that was more to my tastes. With or without him, I needed to feel the sun kiss my flesh and the wind upon my face. The world below...
Fantasy & Sci-FiI first thought of placing a personal add. I was never really fully happy with computers and I am suspicious of the Internet I am looking for a certain kind of girl. Maybe that girl is you? I am looking for a girl who would like to fulfil a role in a play of sorts Maybe you haven’t played a role before? If you are interested read on Time is a funny thing I was thinking if I was to write a play and you read it? You might play the heroine I couldn’t decide what I wanted to be? I...
I work so hard for him, for my daddy. I want to please him in every way. His pleasure comes first. I do it all for him. I’m guilty though. Guilty of sometimes having a secondary, wicked motivation and that delicious repayment of my efforts. It sometimes makes me move faster, harder, and longer, and that little subtle push to go along with my main reason for my submission to him. I just can’t help it. His tongue is my vice, my weakness, and my Achilles heel. Sometimes he just wants to eat for...
My name is Will, I’m 5 foot 8” and nicely toned with blonde hair and deep green eyes. I’m 18 and recently finished my A levels. This story is about an encounter I had with my English teacher, Mrs Richards. Mrs Richards was hot, and I mean ridiculously hot. She was petite, and no taller than 5 foot 4” and roughly 42. She had the most amazing red hair, it was bright orange and looked almost metallic in the light, and flowed just past her shoulders, but she usually kept it in a pony tail or bun....
The dishes were finished. Kids were at school. Hubby was at the office. Washing was done. I was horny. So what was new? Bloody Steve - always tired. My pussy was aching and as usual, the batteries in my vibrator were flat. I could use my fingers, but it just isn't the same. I needed tongue.
My name is Will; I’m 5 foot 8” and nicely toned with blonde hair and deep green eyes. I’m 18 and recently finished my A levels. This story is about an encounter I had with my English teacher, Mrs Richards. Mrs Richards was hot, and I mean ridiculously hot. She was petite, and no taller than 5 foot 4” and roughly 42. She had the most amazing red hair, it was bright orange and looked almost metallic in the light, and flowed just past her shoulders, but she usually kept it in a pony tail or bun....
MILF"And now it is my great pleasure to introduce a man I'm having sex with, Robert Anderson, Anchor and chief spokesperson for WJXT Channel 4 in Jacksonville." I stopped the tape at that point. The speaker was a tall redhead, dressed in a clingy red evening gown cut low enough to display some of her delectable breasts and from another angle a low cut back, the red burnishing the ruddy skin and the mane of thick hair coming down almost to her waist. There was nothing unusual about her...
The pale November sun was brightening Caitlin Seaver’s kitchen. Or maybe I was imagining that as her tears dried up. As she gathered herself, resigned that the worst had happened — her secret was out. Hers and Sandy’s. Speaking in a monotone as if she were in a courtroom being judged, she said, “Arlington played for the Dodgers, but that was before my time. He was from Santa Ana and came back to visit. Family, I think, and friends. I’d seen him around Orange County, he liked bars.” I...
‘The grub wasn’t always too bad, when it wasn’t spoiled and the creepy crawlies weren’t busy making their nests between bites. You know a few days worth of field rations can buy quite a bit on the streets of _______. & If there’s one thing you didn’t go lacking for, its entertainment. You’d be tickled to see the ease in which family men whore their nearest & dearest when the tables are bare- it’s back to god given commodities at such times, believe you me. I went several days without in...
It’s an amazing, probably atavistic, quality of the male of the species that we are so visual when it comes to analysis. Early man certainly had to decide if a specific woolly mammoth he was espying through the cover of the forest – sizing it up for the tribe’s dinner – was the same one he had pissed off the previous week, right? We must employ the same exacting analytical traits when observing a woman. I know I don’t speak for all men, but many of us have our own, possibly unique craziness...
* Lots of thanks to Dawnj for editing! * Spring Jill stood in the front room, looking out over the small parking place she had for visitors. Ever since her marriage had run aground she had been trying to fend for herself — it hardly made a difference anyway, she thought — and over the last four years or so the bed & breakfast she’d begun had turned out to be a solid source of income. It was hard work, next to the secretarial part time job she had, but it made just that little extra that she...
PART 1 – Beginning It was a cold November day in London, and David and Maria were lying in bed talking about their eventful days as usual. The conversation started with discussing trivial matters, but then things changed. David and Maria were married, in their late 20s and generally happy as a couple. David was originally of French descent although he had lived and been brought up in England, he did not speak a word of French for that matter. Maria was Colombian, a real beauty. She was curvy...
Her index finger traced a line from my lower back all the way up the center crease of my back and shoulder muscles. I was sleeping in between the cool crisp sheets of my king size bed. Lying in my favorite position, naked, face down, one leg bent at the knee with my arms up by my head around the pillow. Her gentle touch woke me from my restful sleep. I could feel the cool air on my lower back and buttocks wondering if I had kicked the covers off and what was feeling so good. One finger slowly...
I through the door and head strait for the bar. I head strait for the bar stools. It was a rough day at work, and I look cute, and I deserve a drink. I sit down. "Long Island Iced Tea please." I ask the bartender. He nods and starts to prepare my drink. I notice that the room is quite quiet for a Friday night. But then again I am quite early. I look across the bar area to find a beautiful girl. Beautiful brown hair down to her back, brown eyes, and the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen! I...
LesbianEvery day was the same for Jack: crawl out of bed, struggle to stay awake in the shower, get dressed, rush to the university, daydream about the cute redhead a few seats in front of you while your professor rambles on about tangent planes and gradient vectors, go home, eat, tool around on line, then sleep. Every day, that is, until today. As Jack struggled to stay awake in Calculus, he noticed his redheaded sweetheart in between nods. He thought he was dreaming, because he noticed she had two...
FantasyWe were on holiday, South of Spain to be precise, and we were hungry. The closest place was a supermarket and Emma and I slipped inside to try and find something quick to eat.By the time we found some snacks and joined the extremely long queue, we were starving. I don’t know why the queue was so long, but it seemed to take forever to get to the front.In front of us was a rather handsome guy, mid-twenties and with a very nice body. I let Emma know that I fancied him by squeezing his buttocks in...
HumorPART 1 - Beginning It was a cold November day in London, and David and Maria were lying in bed talking about their eventful days as usual. The conversation started with discussing trivial matters, but then things changed.David and Maria were married, in their late 20s and generally happy as a couple. David was originally of French descent although he had lived and been brought up in England; he did not speak a word of French for that matter. Maria was Colombian, a real beauty. She was curvy in...
I own a business with some friends one of which came from manila in the Philippines and was staying at my friend's mom place and that left me with a lot spending cash for fun. I did what any horny guy would do, rented me a hot hooker for a week. The sex was good, she was nice and she offered a three way with her and her sister. I said sure, and in her sister walks, about 5'7" long legs, nice tits, very pretty face. She asked if I would rim her I said sure, one question lead to another. Before I...
"Damn, who could that be at this hour?" Abigail Stone thought as the phone by her bed rang mercilessly. Normally a phone call, even at this late hour, wouldn't have bothered her that much. The problem with answering this particular call was that Abigail was practically naked and spread face down on her bed, weighed down by one hundred and ninety-two pounds of manhood. Not counting, of course, the six inches of which was buried deep between her legs. As was her usual Friday night practice,...
An Annex to The New NeighbourThis contains fetish subject matter and may not appeal to all.Please read The New Neighbour for background.Susan was lying on top of me on the couch, naked after we had enjoyed some oral sex. We began to discuss things we had seen on each other’s profiles. She brought up the fetish material she had seen on mine.“Ah yes, well about the fetish, I hope that doesn’t bother you, kind of weird I know, I can delete it”She leaned down and whispered in my ear “don’t you...
TG: The Shapers Gift The start of a longer story for me and the first in a universe I hope to write more in over time. I'm also opening this universe up to anyone who wants to set stories in it which I know is rarely taken up. But the offer is there if you want to. I did design the setting so there is plenty of scope for any author to develop their story. I hope to have the next part out in a few weeks, and be a bit more productive than I have been the last few years. This story...
By: PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2018 Chapter 1 It was Sunday night. I was watching Sunday Night Football not really paying attention to the game as I kept thinking about Monday. Tomorrow would be the start of a whole new career for me, a real big throw of the dice. I made sure my best suit had come back from the dry cleaners. I picked out a shirt and tie, polished my shoes, and buffed the belt again. I certainly was intrigued at what could possibly lie ahead of me after such an over the top...
Scene is Boston East Boston and Saugus Massachusetts Chris drives his moms car most of the time and is Savin for his own car Chris - college hockey star odd jobs and maintenance guy prior Navy 2nd class stationed in japan on destroyer as a gunners mateBC student double majoring mythology and teaching to become a mythology professor 23years old weapons expert martial artist and fraternity brother in ΧΛ Anastasia - widow cougar extremely rich (owner of Spartan weapons systems...
With the season of summer coming into pass, the days of recreation was called by the lullaby of harvest and melancholia. The memoirs of the warm sun slowly fell to a slumber in the tinge of orange and red. And as the sonorous ruffling of the fallen leaves blanketed the land, the fairies of autumn weaved a mantle that would lay rest to the seeking soul. In a soft veil of golden figs and hazelnuts, the city was witness to the gentle cascade of the season’s pigment. At the far edge of the city...
LesbianThe following year was a leap year and it was on February 29th that Cuba Malloy was due to be released from prison. The prison system wasn’t allowing me to visit anywhere inside their system of detention centers unless I was in a state of incarceration instead of a visitor. Still, I continued to write to Cuba and she wrote back to me. I was even allowed to send small amounts of cash to deposit into her detainee account for her buy candy and cigarettes. Most of my letters were unemotional...
We were walking in the woods one day, as we often did back then. It was spring, edging its way in to summer and the leaves had just started to grow back on the trees. We walked and talked as we always did, spanning so many topics, tackling the big issues in life. I walked a little behind her; she was free-willed and tended to venture off the path so she led the way. She wore a lot of skirts and dresses back then. Her bare legs impressively pale, despite being an outdoorsy girl she was cursed...
Claudia and Dan sat in the physiatrist’s office waiting for her next meeting with Dr. Phillips. It had been five weeks since she and the others had been rescued, and her therapy for symptoms of PTSD was progressing well. He gazed at his love wearing a short pleated, peach coloured skirt, and cream coloured moderately low cut top. She paused from thumbing through a copy of Women’s Health to smile and grip Dan’s hand. Claudia seemed to be the central person to keep in contact with Wayne,...
Tuesday, December 19th Dave was about to go out to lunch with some co-workers when his telephone rang. "Dave Bernard speaking." "Mr. Bernard, please don't hang up on me. Give me a chance to say what I have to say and at least think about it." "Why would I hang up on you?" "I have something to discuss with you. I would prefer to do it face-to-face and privately. Would you be agreeable to that?" "You'll have to tell me who you are first." "My name is Dr. Olivia Barrett. I am...
I woke up and looked at the clock. It was five-thirty am on Saturday morning. I realized I was snuggled up next to Tamara. Those kinds of realizations are necessary when you haven't been beside anyone for the past six months. It was very nice though. I lay there for a few minutes just looking at her. What had happened that brought her into my life. Was it Fate, destiny, Miller Genuine Draft? Who knows and who really cares. This brought back a poem I wrote many years ago: When Paths...