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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 others, they are all the same. Even knowing there will be parts that never change - that we are wired to fuck regardless of rejection - this virginal fear is always an underscore of every first time.

Maybe we should have discussed our past lovers more extensively before this, our first excursion into the land of intercourse. For some reason other avenues of discovery took up that time before our hormones and horniness conquered logic. There were the dates, the job discussions, learning where the other person lived, when I bought my house, why his last relationship went south, and all the blaming of our immediate past partners and their notably bad traits – something we hoped the other didn't share.

I supposed it wasn't all that surprising then, with the scent of our sex still mingling in the air around us, that we tiptoed down the path of exploring each other's lovers other than the most recently separated.

"Were you single long before you started dating Randy?" David's first words since “Oh, God, I’m coming,” ten minutes earlier.

The break in basking there in bed cooled the remainder of my waning glow. I cringed at the thought of hashing through past loves. Deep down I know there should be no magic number of lovers which is too many for a woman, but it still bothered me to drag out this old mental calendar. I knew what he was looking for, but decided to volley a moment to test the waters.

“A little bit but not long. You?”

The bed shifted while twisted blankets and sheets moved. I felt him roll toward me. I stayed on my back, but shifted my gaze to the right to see him lying with his head propped with his hand and a look softened by the dim light of the candle on the night stand next to me. His gaze searched over my face as if he was trying to read past my demure answer. Suddenly I worried he thought I was trying to hide something. Was I trying to hide something?

“Well,” his voice trailed. It sounded as though he were gathering the words for a fatherly bedtime tale. His eyes rolled up, his brow crinkled, and his head bobbed ever so slightly as he seemed to tabulate dates or numbers or faces or some other thing.

“I think told you Emily and I were together for almost three years and living together here for just less than a year,” he started. Indeed, this seemed more a matter of creating a continuous timeline rather than any new exposition. “Before Emily,” he continued with little hesitancy, “I was with Jessica for nearly twelve years.”

I could tell there was more to this story he wanted to tell, so I leaned ever so slightly into the pocket his body was making in the bed to show my interest but not give the impression I was quite ready to confess my history.

“Everyone thought we were going to be together forever. She was a nice woman and all, but…” He paused, giving me enough time to start to imagine this same story being retold some years from now except with my own name in it somewhere.

“No,” he seemed to retract some negative statement of blame never vocalized then continued. “She really was nice. It’s just that somewhere along the way the chemistry – if there ever was any in the first place – seemed to up and disappear. It took us a long time to get to quitting each other. I don’t know if we stayed together so long out of convenience or habit.”

Again his thoughts seemed to drift off. This time it didn’t seem so much because he was collecting his thoughts for story telling as much as he seemed to be playing through his own private flashback of times with Jessica.

Before I realized it he shook off the distance and continued. “There were a couple other women before her I saw for several months or a couple years. But my pattern is usually…” His trailing words implied his next confession was awaiting an unknown jury. Again he searched my face for clues and I made certain to maintain my best poker face.

I’m proud of my poker face. Being the youngest in a family with three older brothers, I learned at a youthful age how to play it cool. The trick with brothers is to never let them believe they have you at a disadvantage. The stone face with the simple smile that says “I’m onto you. I’m calm. Nothin’ happ’nin’ here.” I’d even practice it in the mirror so I knew exactly which muscles to relax and which ones to tighten for that authoritative but mysterious air.

“Well, Lisa, I think you might have broke my pattern.”

I could feel the poker face melt from my spirit as David gracefully bowed himself an exit before he committed to the juicier part of his story – the part I was really interested in. Plus, he added this extra bonus – or was it pressure – for me to turn my story into one which was hopeful and positive for him.

Man, was he good!! I took it as a personal challenge. If I was going to keep up with him in this aspect of a relationship, it was going to have to start here.

“Okay…”

My voice took a moment to recover from what I thought was going to be the perfect call and I couldn’t scramble quickly enough to figure how to raise him.

“I seem to have a thing for keeping a relationship going for a few years.” My gaze shifted back to the plain white ceiling. The candle danced an orange and yellow pattern on it occupying the creative in me while I rattled off the past. “Before Randy there was Todd. Todd and I were together off and on for about six years. Before Todd was Leroy who I dated a few years…”

The weight of cumulative time, all which seemed wasted in my vain search for love, smothered any remaining story. I wanted this over with.

“I’ve been with about a dozen guys over the years, a few short term, but most of them for a year or more,” I confessed trying to move past this discomfort. Of course, one relationship hadn’t always been exactly over before starting the next, but I wasn’t prepared to share that at the moment. I just worried he’d think I might cheat on him too, even though at those times it didn’t feel like cheating. In my mind the last relationship was over. I just can’t seem to end something unless I know what is waiting for me in the future. As I’ve matured, there is always this sense that I might miss something if I let go of it too soon. Then, when it is finally gone, I wonder what the consequences might be of wasting all that time with someone who wasn’t Mr. Right.

“Well that’s not very many,” he comforted.

I recoiled thinking to myself, “Of course that’s not too many,” but I didn’t vocalize it.

He must have sensed my offense as he quickly tried to recover his assessment. “I worry about my old pattern,” his confession began. “See, I do these really long term things with one woman and when it ends, I just want to go play, so I often sleep with a bunch of women, one right after the other, without any kind of relationship or wanting to care about consequences. You know, kind of get out and not feel I have to commit to anything.”

He was getting my attention and my brain started guessing numbers.

“I don’t know if I could even come up with a number,” he continued as though he had read my mind. “But you have definitely changed my pattern and it is a little scary. I’m glad I found you, but I didn’t have any play time after Emily and before you. I worry I may not be ready without it but I feel this connection with you I’ve…”

He cut of his words like a switch. I looked to see what stopped him.

A look spread across his face I hadn’t seen before, one which seemed to be of genuine concern and something else, admiration maybe, I couldn’t quite place. The deadened silence which followed indicated there wasn’t need or likelihood of more words to describe this connection. To be honest, what I was feeling emotionally at this time matched the expression on his face.

Our relationship being young, self-doubt crept in too quickly. He dropped out of our gaze first and rolled over, fumbling with drawers on his side of the bed. When he rolled back to continue our conversation he quickly stuck his hands under the covers by his sides.

“So, what do you like to do?”

Do? We had just fucked for over an hour - sucking, licking, and stroking nearly every corner of the other’s body. He’d nearly brought me to orgasm a number of times, but I wasn’t quite ready to release myself to that and I needed to feel a hard cock in me. It had been a couple months since I’d enjoyed one inside me, and I couldn’t take the torture of waiting any longer when I begged him to fuck me and he willingly obliged.

The playful sparkle in his eyes indicated he wasn’t talking about what I liked to do outside the “bed.”

“Um… did you have something particular in mind?” I asked with some trepidation. “Besides, can you really get going again that fast?”

A big grin spread across his face and he chuckled. “Just wondering what I might be able to fantasize about for the next few days when I can’t see you.”

Ah, the dance card routine. It wasn’t enough after this, our first night of sex, that we hash through old romances, but now the list of things I’d tried. “Well,” I thought to myself, “this is either going to lead to something great or something disastrous.”

“I like sex,” I said, saying the first thing I could think of then instantly feeling a bit inadequate.

“Well, duh! I noticed that,” he chided and gave my exposed shoulder a bit of a playful shove with one fist while maintaining his huge smile. I was still somewhat uneasy with this course of conversation, but at the same time intrigued. “What kind of kinky stuff do you like?” he expounded.

I shrugged. I’ve read a fair bit about various kinky activities so I knew his interests could run quite a gamut. I’d never really incorporated any of it in my sex life. There seemed to be so much to explore just with another person and inside my self. “I guess I’m kind of open to whatever. Why? What do you like?” I asked with a shrug.

Pulling his hands up from out of the covers he held two clenched fists in front of me then let them slowly open. Out flowed two silk handkerchiefs one bright yellow and the other a robin’s egg blue.

“I’d love to see you in these.”

I must have appeared to not quite understand the purpose of these pieces of cloth because he very gently grabbed my left wrist and loosely tied the blue one around it then, without forcing, guided my arm so it stretch up behind me and he tied it again to the bed post.

While he was gentle and slow, I was spending my mental energy trying to rectify all that was happening along with the strong flex of his chest muscles as he reached across me and the sweaty scent mingling in my nose from under his arm and his touch – firm but caring. As my wrist felt the hardness of the post snug up against the back of it an electric jolt shot from between my legs to my chest and a bit of his cum oozed out of me along with fresh juices of my own.

I closed my eyes and moaned. No one had ever even suggested this to me before much less been bold enough to take the initiative. When I opened my eyes he was holding himself over me, obviously studying my face.

“I wonder what else Lisa likes,” he pondered out loud then leaned in for a gentle kiss of closed lips.

“Have you ever thought of kissing a woman like that?”

My mind was still working the whole bondage thing and how much I was surprised to be enjoying it I just let out a mumbled “uh huh.”

He leaned in again, this time forcing my lips open with his tongue, not that they needed much encouragement. We kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other’s tongues and teeth and lips. He pulled back up sooner than I would have liked.

“How ‘bout like that?”

“I like that,” I answered.

“No, no. Have you ever thought of kissing a woman like that?”

The words “no” snapped me back into consciousness and I realized not just his most current question but that it was actually the same one he had asked me about the first kiss. Amanda came to the forefront of my memory with such a jolt I was unprepared and answered honestly more out of unprepared reaction than with any kind of thought. “Uh, yeah,” I replied.

He must have sensed the change in my thinking and looked at my curiously while reaching back to untie my wrist. “We’ll save this for my fantasy and a future adventure,” he explained. “I’m just trying to see where we might already have solid footing. Jessica and I had a threesome once with another woman.”

I contorted my face trying to decide what I should or shouldn’t tell him about my experience with another woman. He seemed to misunderstand my look.

“Jessica’s the one I lived with for twelve years.”

“I remember.”

“I really enjoyed it, but it didn’t really work for her. Sorry if I told you too much.” He paused as I didn’t answer or respond with much more than a blank stare. “I guess I wanted to see if that is something you’d even consider. Have you ever thought about having a threesome?”

I’m not sure if it was feeling sorry for him hanging out on this limb or needing to confess to one of my less-traditional sexual escapades to demonstrate some of my sexual adventure. “Actually, I’ve had one,” I confessed still unclear of my motive for this course of action.

David’s jaw dropped as he shifted his weight so he sat upright on his side of the bed looking up at me from halfway down the bed. “No way!! And here I pictured you were much purer than that. You are naughtier than you let on. Which boyfriend was it?”

He seemed genuinely interested, not in the gossipy sort of way but more in that he would be turned on just hearing my story.

“Boyfriend?” It took a moment to realize where he was going with the question and I decided to correct his course. “It wasn’t with one of my boyfriends,” I started searching for the words to explain this story. I had never shared my adventure with anyone else, so I had no rehearsal for what I was about to confess.

“It was with my girlfriend and her husband. She’s my oldest friend and there’s always been something there. He’s a really gentle man and I like him. It’s kind of a long story, but they asked me to join them and I did.”

David was intent on my speaking. His mouth was still slightly agape. He waited long enough to realize I figured I was done and looking for the next conversation topic. Apparently he wasn’t done listening to the story.

“And? Did you like it? How’d you hook up? What’d you think about the girl-on-girl thing?”

I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or feel cheap because his dick was showing obvious signs of interest in my story along with his eager face. But, he’d been so open and willing to try some risks in this evening so far. So I took a deep breath, turned to look at my face in the mirror across the room as though I was looking for Amanda to tell me this was okay to share. But she wasn’t there. Instead I found the goddess in me and launched into one of the most private confessions of my life.

“I guess I’ll start with the girl-on-girl ‘thing’ as you put it.”

“It actually started with the girl-on-girl thing. Amanda and I became friends back when we were in high school. Hindsight really changes this story, but I think we have both realized now we were each other’s first crushes. But we never did anything about it. You know? We were both too scared to talk about these feelings we were having – emotionally and physically – and we let our lives go their separate directions.

She got married to her other high school love and we’ve pretty much always lived far apart. So getting together for us usually involved planning. We’d go to a concert or spend the night visiting whenever work or something required we go anywhere near the other’s home.

About four years ago now I was on the capital campaign committee for ETV here in town and she said she’d come up and help me stuff and sort envelopes if I bought the pizza and wine. We hadn’t hung out in years and I really needed the help so I took her up on it.

We sat on my living room floor and got those envelopes stuffed catching up on all the mundane things in life and before we knew it all the envelopes were stuffed and we had hardly touched the pizza or the wine.

I think I’m giving you too many details.”

David wasted no time in declaring, “No. Do go on,” so enthusiastically it was obvious he was personally interested in the story. His hard on had died, but the spark in his eyes had only grown.

“You sure you’re into all the real stuff of the girl-on-girl thing not just the dirty parts?”

“Yeah. This is way better than I had ever imagined.”

“Okay,” I conceded and continued my tale.

“So, envelopes stuffed we grabbed that bottle of wine and started treading on some of our shakier ground. I’m not sure who brought it up first, but we started hashing through all our events of the past with ‘Remember the time…’. The sexual energy was building between us. You could feel it in the air. But instead of ever admitting to it we just kept talking about all these non-sexual things we had done and said in the past that we remembered. Things like going to concerts, hiking trails, people we knew from camping. That kinda stuff.

Before I knew it, I was digging through my pantry for something to drink besides the wine we had just polished off. I found a bottle of Captain Morgan Todd had brought home from a company party. I’d never been much of a drinker but suddenly we both seemed to be looking for the comfort of liquid courage and Amanda only asked if I had diet coke to go with it. By the second trip to the Captain bottle we both decided to skip the mixer and drink the rum straight.

I had a small kitchen in that apartment, kind of a galley sort of thing, really only big enough for one when I heard Amanda come up behind me as I was setting the bottle down. She’d done it quietly, but I knew the sound of my floor and I sensed as much as I heard her approaching. I froze because I knew what she was going to do. I could hear the rustle of her clothes and anticipated her left arm reaching under mine before I saw it clasp one of the glasses as her breath’s sweet song whispered into my ear ‘Is this one mine?’

It was as though my whole body melted right through my pussy there on the kitchen floor. I couldn’t move. My feet felt like they were a part of the floor, not just glued there but they felt the full weight and gravity of the whole room. My brain didn’t want to know if she was asking about the drink or me. Her right hand grazed from my waist down the side of my hip. Then I saw her pull the glass off the counter. My chin dropped to my chest which was now swelled with regret for missing yet again one more opportunity to act on these crazy feelings I’d been having for years. I shook my head, emotionally kicking myself while holding myself up with the counter and both hands.

Once I collected myself, I grabbed my drink from the counter and swung around expecting to see her sitting back on one extreme end of the couch as we had both been positioned for the wine and the first rum. Instead, I plowed my glass right into her stomach spilling rum all over her. It hit hard enough that she literally had rum from head to toe and there was none left in my glass.

I felt like such a klutz. I started babbling some kind of apology and was about to turn around to grab a dish towel when she grabbed my wrist holding the glass, set her own drink down by reaching past me to the counter, took the empty glass from me with her now free hand, and after setting it down next to her full one, used it to hold my chin and drew me in for the kiss I had dreamt about for so long.

I don’t know that I knew what it would be like and I don’t think I could really explain it now. I know I’ve read about how women are softer and whatnot, but it wasn’t like that. There wasn’t comparing her to another lover based on gender, it was just something that had been there all along and needed to happen. All the energy I had lost by feeling bad about covering her in rum came roaring back and then some as we launched into putting this passion of nearly two decades into a kiss. Our hands roamed, then getting pulled, kind of both of us pulled each other and ourselves over to the couch. I pretty much forgot she was soaked in rum until the next morning when she needed to borrow a change of clothes to go home.

The rest of the night was a blur. I know there were times I thought to myself how weird it was to be having sex with my friend. Then there were all my questions about things I wanted to try with another woman. My mind found itself going through all sorts of thoughts. I wasn’t really sure where I stood with Todd at the time. We hadn’t seen each other in three weeks. I was worried what Mitchell, her husband, would think. I couldn’t figure if we were cheating or if we should care. At the time it was just this big culmination of things that had built up over a real long time.

I do remember thinking about different things when I was touching her – that touching her breasts were like touching mine, but not really. Or running my finger through her lips, inside and outside and slick with wet, stroking her fur down there and all her skin was so soft and so familiar but also so different.”

I came back to my present reality to notice David’s dick had returned to being at least as attentive as his ears. “Well, that was my first girl-on-girl experience.”

“There were more?” David seemed eager to hear more. Maybe a little too eager, but he seemed so boyish and excited, as though he had just discovered the best hideout in the woods or a secret stash of his dad’s Playboys.

“That was pretty much our only real duo. Amanda’s husband had a fit when he got home from work the next evening and she told him what happened. Somehow they managed to get through it and a couple years later I was out on their sail boat with them for the Fourth of July fireworks. Mitchell had gone below decks to sleep about midnight. Randy hadn’t come along because he and I were having one of our umpteen fights about everything and nothing. Amanda and I stayed out huddled under separate sleeping bags watching the stars and the moon. I was too afraid to touch her because I didn’t want Mitchell getting mad. I loved this woman and because of that I really wanted to honor her marriage. We hadn’t had a chance to debrief after that intense first time and I couldn’t quite get it out of my head.

Apparently it hadn’t got out of her head either. Before we knew it we were talking not just like old friends, but with all the comfort and ease as though we’d always been able to talk about our attractions. We found ourselves confessing to each other all these things we’d done sexually, how we’d had these feelings for each other so long, how we both couldn’t believe it took so long to get to that, that there was so much more to explore together but we weren’t sure if that could ever happen. She reached into my sleeping bag and found my hand, but I was afraid to reciprocate and just let that be. Then, I don’t know where it came from but I confessed I used to fantasize about being with her and Mitchell.

At first I thought maybe I had over stepped my bounds. Our relationship had always pretty much been ours – Lisa and Amanda. It never seemed to mix with Mitchell or whoever was my boyfriend at the time. But then she said something I never expected.

‘Mitchell and I would love to have you join us some time.’

I was flabbergasted. But the conversation moved away from that pretty quickly and we stayed up until the sun broke and the dew soaked into the seats around us before exhaustion took us. I was sure she was either drunk, exhausted, or pandering to my fantasy to try to make up for the guilt we felt for letting our hormones get the better of us those years earlier.

The next morning I was at work, kind of delirious from lack of sleep over the weekend when our receptionist buzzed up to me to tell me I had a delivery. I worked on the third floor and I was so tired. She was not particularly forthcoming with details about what the delivery was – which is typical for her – so I dragged myself down the stairs as slow as I could and not seem subordinate only to get to the lobby to see a man holding a dozen red roses in a vase.

‘Lisa Curtis?’

‘Yes, that’s me,’ I told him not believing this was my delivery. He handed the flowers to me and left.

Everyone in the office kept telling me how nice it was Randy had finally figured out how to apologize properly. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them the card in the flowers were actually from Amanda and Mitchell asking me to go on a sailing excursion with them the next weekend.

That’s how it started we managed to get in a couple more sailing trips and even visited each other’s homes and…”

“Wait!” David interrupted. “You had a threesome more than once?!”

“Uh, yeah. Is that okay?”

“I guess so. With the same people?”

“Well, yeah. With the same people.”

“So, do you have a thing for this Mitchell guy?”

“A thing?” I had to think about David's question. I was something I had never really thought much about. “No. Not really. He’s a nice, gentle, man. The sex with them is fun. You’ve had threesome sex so you know how all those hands and mouths can be.” I paused trying to gauge David’s reaction to this new revelation.

“Actually, I wasn’t allowed to touch or be touched by the other woman. Jessica’s rules. Then she was wierded out by touching another woman. She didn’t get it like you seem to. So why more than once? Why not another couple?”

Again his question took me off guard. It had never occurred to me to seek out other couples for sex. My dating and, consequently, my sex life have evolved around finding a guy who is “the one.” This did not seem like the opportune time to make my confession to my next potential candidate. So I expressed the next explanation that came to mind.

“I guess because I have a relationship with Amanda. For the most part Amanda comes as a package deal with Mitchell.”

This seemed to satisfy David’s concern and his whole body seemed to relax.

“I see.” He seemed to search for a new question, not quite tired of my storytelling.

“So, I’m not sure I’m ready to hear too much about you and Mitchell, but did you and Amanda ever do something really crazy together during these dates?” He seemed to be seeking yet another story to get his cock awakened and instantly the perfect story came to mind.

“Well, there was the fisting.”

“The what?”

“Fisting,” I repeated.

“I heard that. I have an image in my mind. It involves someone’s fist…”

“Mine,” I filled in the blank.

“Aaaand…”

“And Amanda’s pussy.”

David’s eyes became as big as saucers and his cock jumped to attention. He looked down at it. “We’re listening.”

I was beginning to find the fun in arousing him with just my stories and decided not to disappoint.

“I think it was New Year’s. Amanda and I cooked up this awesome meal in the kitchen: filet mignon, lobster, asparagus, potatoes, a salad with roasted walnuts, nice wine. It was my first time at their house as a lover and we were struggling to find something for the three of us to do together that wasn’t sex. It’s a bit weird being with a couple like that because they have their own things and they’ve learned – or at least they think they’ve learned – what the other person likes both in and out of bed. Amanda and I ‘changed’ into some sexier clothes after dinner. She put on these knee high boots with huge heels. I had packed a pair of really high heels which strapped up over my ankle.

There was lots of touching and flirting as we drifted from one board or card game to another. Then they promised to help me learn how to play pool and before we knew it we were all going at it on the pool table. It was bound to happen as they both seemed to pay extra attention helping me to get a good posture at the table with my body and how I was supposed to hold and stroke the cue. I don’t think we played very long before I was ‘interrogating’ Amanda quite thoroughly under those bright pool table lights with my mouth and hands and Mitchell was working on alternately fucking us both.”

“Ahem,” David interrupted nodding down to a waning listening partner.

“Right. Keep it light on the Mitchell stories,” I reminded myself. “Sorry.”

“We had champagne in the hot tub at midnight along with, uh, well some time after that we had dried off and got some semblance of clothes on and stumbled up the stairs to their water bed. We put a movie in. I don’t remember what it was even though I watched most of it as they both fell asleep. I spent a great deal of the movie watching the two of them sleep together and trying to figure where I fit into this whole thing. It was a long hour or so. Obviously not a particularly interesting movie.”

“Obviously,” David agreed.

“Just as the credits were rolling, they kind of both roused from their naps. I think I accused them of being an old married couple as I was sitting up in bed watching them. Amanda tried to argue with me, but I cut her argument short by grabbing her full body and kissing her like I had yet to kiss her that night – and the kissing under those pool table lights was pretty incredible.

Mitchell managed to move himself toward the bottom of the bed to watch us. I was aware he was watching. Every once in a while I would feel his hand on me or bump into him somewhere as I was exploring Amanda.

Her tits are incredible to suck on. They’re so different than mine. I kept thinking I didn’t know what I was doing and tried to do what I knew I would like. I’d suck on them and the nipples would harden in my mouth. I’d even bite and pinch a bit. Rolled the nipples between my fingers or stroke her gently along that sensitive spot where they meet by her ribs. She must have liked it because not only did it get her soaking wet, moments later she was doing the same to me.

My hand found my way down to her pussy and I was learning my way around. I’d rub my finger through her slit then just dip the tip of it in and pull it back out. I’d almost forgotten about Mitchell when I felt his hand guiding the back of my hand and my finger in and out and around Amanda’s cunt.

At first I found it kind of weird but Amanda just about had her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she was mumbling incoherently. In hindsight, I think she knew what Mitchell’s plans were, but I didn’t know until they happened.

It was so easy to follow what he was doing. He never said anything. He just moved my fingers back and forth over her then he’d guide one of my fingers inside. I could feel how warm and soft and, I don’t know, cushy, and not smooth but smooth she was inside. It was kind of bumpy in there but at the same time silky. Her walls, they would be wrapped tightly around my finger and then she’d let them go.

Then Mitchell added his index finger to mine and on the next stroke he pushed two of my fingers in instead of his and mine. Some times he would almost work my hand like it wasn’t a part of me – that it was something between him and Amanda. But the energy between Amanda and me, I can’t explain it.

Two fingers became three and Mitchell added some lube. It wasn’t sticky or anything, almost like hand lotion. But nothing like the hand lotion I was getting from Amanda. She was still in this state of abandon and the more Mitchell worked my hand into her, the more her pussy accepted it in.

I remember having the tips of all my fingers in her and just being amazed this could really be done. I’d read stories about it but never, never in a million years, had ever thought I’d have it done to me much less be able to do this with another woman. There was this incredible connection. Not only was I on the verge of physically reaching deep inside her, but the moment my knuckles pushed past her muscles I was consumed by the power of the situation and our friendship and love and this feminine energy all at once.

Amanda lost all her composure and was grunting and groaning completely incoherently. Mitchell let go of my hand and I just followed what felt right. I pulled my hand back and still couldn’t believe it was completely inside her up to my wrist.

It was incredible just thinking of the power of my own womanhood and all women exploring, by flexing delicately the muscles of my hand, the depths of her womb. Words can’t describe it. Power. Lust. Compassion. An empathy with men and their desire to explore there.

As the high began to wear I could feel her pushing to expel my hand and it came out just as readily as it slipped in. Amanda kissed my shoulder, then, exhausted, curled up into my side and whispered “I love you” into my ear.”

My story over without getting back to Mitchell more than David’s cock wanted to hear I stopped and sat up in bed too.

“Did she ever return the favor?” David asked, obviously impressed with my tales of sexual adventure.

“Not yet,” came my reply with a wink. “But I hope too. I want to experience my reflection.”

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Part One https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-photographer-55770Part Two https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-photographer-part-2-56377(Please note the people mentioned in these stories are fictional and bare no relationship to people either alive or dead. These stories contain explicit sexual descriptions and are aimed at the over 18’s)Most days were the same though my learning curve was fast and within a few months I was able to set up the studios for the different types of...

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CONFESSIONS PT 9

CONFESSIONS PART 9======Yes, I do sometimes wear panties in public. I remember the first time. I wore a pair to school one day obviously I picked a day when we didn’t have gym class! I remember the thrill of it and the fear of being caught. I think I must have had a hard on all day! Now, to be honest, I wear them most of the time because I still love the softness and lightness of the material. Just plain black simple cotton ones - I must have a couple of dozen pairs. Sometime I do wear guy...

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CONFESSIONS PT 6

CONFESSIONS PT 6These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION COMPILATION OF SHORT REPLIES I'VE RECIEVED FROM VARIOUS READERS======nice i had an older 20 something girl at work that would change in the girls bathroom but at the end of the day i was the last one out and went in the bathroom to see what goodies i...

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Confessions of a Cum Slut Pt 610

Hi, if we haven’t met yet, my name is Cindy; I’m a cocksucking, dick-riding, pussy-eating, ass-fucking cum slut. And these are my confessions. My very first orgasm, and the half-dozen that followed, I climaxed while a cock spurted hot cum in my mouth and I fingered myself. The next 20 or 30 times I came, I was squatting in a glory hole, again with a series of cocks in my mouth, leaking precum or shooting a load down my throat while I fingered myself. In college, I lived in a dorm with a...

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Confessions of a Loving Mother

I watched my mother looking through the window.She was in the kitchen washing the dishes on a weekend morning. She's a lawyer. Her schedule is always hectic. Often times she spends long hours in the office meeting with clients or writing legal briefs. If she had a courtroom appearance, she would spend her nights doing research on the computer and preparing for strenuous oral arguments. She has always been a naturally hard worker with a powerful drive to be successful.On the rare occasion that...

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CONFESSIONS PT 2

CONFESSIONS Pt 2These are confessions and stories people have sent me and some have their name but others are anonymous. Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION 14BY ANONok, here's my confession. As like all rest of my fellow pervs, I started liking panties at a very young age, at 11 I started jacking off to my sisiters panties and then my moms. How I loved...

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CONFESSIONS PT 3

CONFESSIONS PT 3These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION 31I was a spy that worked for peanuts. Literly. I was in first or second grade and shared a bedroom with my brother, Frank, who was in 6th grade. One night I saw him going up and down on his hard thingy while smelling our older sisters Panties and he...

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Confessions 5 Alessandra fools Father Peter

Father Peter of St. Johns Cathedral in Duketown has a fame for tolerance of sexual sinsHis virtual girlfriends from the net flock from everywhere to do their Confessions at himAlessandra is a local girl, attending mass at Sundays sometimes, when I lead the ceremonyAlessandra prefers private talks though, sometimes she gets a bit too friendly with FatherAlessandra plays a great girlish game with her beloved spiritual Father PeterAlessandra has confessed earlier at me, always being very honest,...

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CONFESSIONS PT 4

CONFESSIONS PT 4These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION COMPILATION OF SHORT REPLIES I'VE RECIEVED FROM VARIOUS READERSThat's hot use to sniff panty when youg stared with his moms. Cotton brief always nice thick pubes loved suckingon them use to get so hard watchin him sniff his moms then we use to use his...

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Confessions 0 Maria 1

I meet Maria in here the net - she is still a shy virgin - we write a lot She takes her first steps along the long the road of learning to love sexShe hesitates between the Catholic ethics from her recent Convent schoolAnd the nice needs of her hot body as she sinfully plays her pretty pussyShe seeks my advise in all these delicate matters - so we write much more Peter plays her Spriritual Father for her hot Holy ConfessionsAs she no longer trusts the lustful questions of her parish priestshe...

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Confessions Part 2

This is the part 2 of a story I am working on with WorkAlone. We will be alternating parts. I really hope you all enjoy this story. WorkAlone will be writing from the priest's point of view, and I will be writing from the girl's point of view. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it!! I walked into Mass thinking about the night before with my boyfriend. I had worn my favorite green dress and left my curly out of control red hair down for the night; just the way he liked it. We had stayed...

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CONFESSIONS PT 5

CONFESSIONS PT 5These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION COMPILATION OF SHORT REPLIES I'VE RECIEVED FROM VARIOUS READERS---I have never had a woman know about my love of panties. My ex wife would blow me but not swallow even when I showed her it wouldn't kill you. My present wife will not even kiss the tip...

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Confessions of a Cum Slut Pt 16

Chapter 15 — John = = = = = = = = = = Hi. Cindy's been too busy to update her Confessions lately, so she asked me to catch you up. I'm John, by the way—I’m Cindy's agent, among other things. Cindy's an amazing young woman. She's also a horny, cum-swallowing, cocksucker—among her other fine qualities, as I'm sure she'd be the first to tell you. That's how I first met Cindy in fact: I pushed my cock through a hole in the wall of a darkened video booth, and she was a warm, wet...

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Confessions of a Top Model Part Two

You can find Part One at https://xhamster.com/stories/confessions-of-a-top-model-951257Part Two: Meeting Wayne’s Cyber Mistress(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)Wayne came into my bedroom again pulled up my...

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Confessions of a Slaver

CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER: PART 1 CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER: PART 1 I am a purveyor of female flesh. It=s really the only work I've ever done.? I learned it from the ground up, on my own, and eventually became a major player in the procurement and training of slaves.? Male and female, though I do prefer the thrill of turning a haughty, college educated, snobby female into a quivering mound of obedient, submissive slave meat willing to do anything for an orgasm.? Breaking males is also...

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Confessions of a Sexaholic

Los Angeles, California. February 2009. "People think it's tough to play a bipolar nympho, but I just played myself!" Several years ago, I said that in an award acceptance speech. There are those who still think I was kidding today. It was the truth, however. It wasn't a joke. I really am a bipolar sex maniac. Those who know appreciate it, for the most part. I need to introduce myself, don't I? The name's Isla Fisher. Occupation: actress, comedian, all around spreader of good humor....

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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 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 Dancehall Ex Wife Part 10

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...

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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 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 Hussy Housewife Chapter 4

I’m up to four confessions now. Having returned and recovered from my trip, I was ready to try out something new. At the time of my next adventure I was teaching middle school. I began taking a close look at a few of the teachers there – I was glad to work with such hot men. Two particularly attractive men were the two boys’ coaches. They were young, fit, handsome black men. One was from Jamaica and the other from some island in the Caribbean. I would often talk to them after teacher meetings,...

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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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Confessions Of A Naughty Bad Girl Ties That Bind

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Confessions Of An Incestaholic 8211 Series 1 Episode 1

When I say “I love my girlfriend” and “I love my mom”, what is the difference? Is love just affection? Or is it affection plus lust? What is love exactly? When we say the phrase “to make love”, does it mean just the act of human coitus or does it mean the union between two soul mates? Isn’t love then being used in many different connotations leading to confusion. You have sex with your wife, it is ‘love’. You have sex with your mom, it is ‘incest’. Why the discrimination? Because no one knows...

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Confessions of a Catwoman

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Confessions of A Lovestruck Sissy

Confessions of A Lovestruck Sissy rrrrrinnnggg RRRRRRRRINNNNNG I started...slowly rousing myself from the floor of my cage... "Mistress!!!" RRRRINNNNNNNGGG "Mistress!!!" nnnnnnnhhhh... "Whaaaaaaat???" RRRRINNNNNNNGGG "Oh...the phone!" RRRII "He-llo?" (Mistress did have a wonderful way of speaking on the phone.) "Oh hell-oh, darling...oh, I've been sleeping it off, dar-ling." (Mistress giggled coquettishly.) "...Brutus was around last night, and he WORE ME...

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Confessions of a Photographer Part 2

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Confessions of a Photographer

Confessions of a PhotographerLike a lot of guys I love looking at the female form. Any shape and any age which comes in handy in my profession you see I am a professional photographer. I started when I was very young and an old box camera. At first it was just family pictures, landscapes and what I called impromptu photos. These often were just catching family and friends without them knowing it. By 18 I had progressed to developing my own pictures mostly black and white, this was easier...

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Confessions Of A Submissive Cuckold

PART ONE – Confessions Of A Submissive Cuckold PREETHI – Discovering the purpose of my Life I guess it was always part of my nature to submit myself to the whims of the women in my life and I have always felt it come natural and agreeable at a psychological and physical level to let them make decisions for me. My mother has been the dominant matriarch of the house with my dad not having much say in the family and so she always decided when I’d play, what I’d wear, who my friends would be, what...

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Confessions of a Libertine

Confessions of a Libertine I knew as soon as I saw her that she could see right into me. It would only be a matter of time before we got to the truth. She was married, with a kid, ambitious but bored, hungry for variety and excitement. She was liberated and liked women as much as men. She was wasted on her 'vanilla' loving husband. She knew about me. She understood completely. I could tell by the way she eyed me up and down, noticing details I thought I could get away with, that...

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Confessions of a female porn writer

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Confessions of a Cuckoldress

Confessions of a CuckoldressHi! I’m Melissa. I’m just a regular gal that has a very active sex drive. I found a great solution to the age old problem white women have had since the beginning of time and this is my story about how I found this solution.We white gals love our white boys. They are great for cuddling, doing housework, showering us with affection and of course worshipping us. The problem with white boys is their little dicks! What is a girl to do when she is in love with a white boy...

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