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Amy is concerned that Gary isn't getting enough sex, she's more than satisfied, but worried that now they're only having sex once or twice a week, and sometimes not at all, his wild oats are not being sown often enough.
I hate that inner voice, the one you know isn't right but you still have to listen to it, and you still kind of believe it. My inner voice is telling me that Gary isn't sexually satisfied.
We've been together nine months now, and I'm more than satisfied in bed, he makes me cum so deep inside that if I'm being selfish he could stop what he's doing there and then and I'd be just dandy. I'm not selfish though, and I need him to cum, as often as he needs.
When we first met we used to make love 3 or 4 times a night most nights, but now we make love every other day, and if Pixie or Tina visit then Gary has a whale of a time, usually screwing both, or all three of us if both girls are round, morning and night.
So you see, he can satisfy multiple girls, so how can he be happy with just me? He says he's more than satisfied, but that inner voice tells me he's just being kind.
What can I do to get him more sex? I have considered getting Pixie to move in, but after thinking long and hard I decided that I loved her too much, and I wanted our times together to be a treat, something to look forward too. The same with Tina, I have a sneaking suspicion that Gary is very fond of her, and who could blame him, she's simply stunning. I don't feel threatened by her though, I know Gary loves me more than anything, and I love him, I truly feel we're soul-mates, bound together forevermore.
So, I'm at a loss as to how I can get him more sex without paying for hookers, not something I'd want to do after hearing Pixie's stories about life in the sex industry. I'm also bored. Gary is working in the kitchen, trying to get a database working or something, and I'm lounging in front of the TV, yes we bought one at last, and flicking through the channels. I've often thought that if you can't find something to watch on the first ten channels you may as well give up, but I don't give up and I'm working my way towards the lower reaches of the guide and stumble upon a documentary about dogging.
It looked sleazy, and the majority of the girls were skanky to say the least, but it set me thinking, but I needed to do some research, which would need the internet. Gary would be working tomorrow night, a software update needed to be done out of hours, so he'd be working until midnight at least.
So the next night I had sole use of the laptop, and I set about searching, starting with dogging and moving onto some topics that raised my eyebrows, I thought I was open minded but some people have perversions that made me shudder. I actually shut the laptop in horror when I saw a site about dogging using actual dogs.
Anyway, after a gin & tonic I turned the laptop back on and started afresh, and half an hour later I'd found the answer, but I had to phone Pixie to check what she thought.
"Are you sure this is what you want to do honey?"
"Yes, and no. Oh I don't know. I'm probably being paranoid, but I really think that the only time Gary is totally satisfied is when you and Tina are round. He can't be OK just having sex with me every couple of nights surely."
"I think he is, you two are deeply in love and that's enough for him."
"But how can you be sure?"
"Does he look at other girls at work, or in the pub?"
"Yeah, sure he does, I'd think it odd if he didn't."
"OK, but how does he react when they leave? Does he follow them with his eyes?"
"Err, no I don't think he does. No, he doesn't."
"See, once they're gone they're forgotten. I bet if you didn't know me, and hadn't introduced us he wouldn't give me a second thought."
"No, that's not right, you're beautiful."
"And so are you. More beautiful than I am because you're all natural, my boobs and hair colour are 100% fake."
"Hmmm, maybe you have a point."
"Hold on, I've got an idea. Tomorrow can you go & see your mum, and I'll babysit Gary. I'm willing to bet he won't try anything on while you're not here."
"Ok. I'm fine if he does molest you by the way, but it'll be an interesting experiment."
So the next morning I told Gary that I had to visit my mum after work, but Pixie was in town so she'd pick him up and take him home, he seemed fine with that, and as it was curry night tonight at Wetherspoons they'd pop round there for tea.
Mum was surprised to see me that night, and was instantly suspicious, had we had a falling out? Was I pregnant? Was I having second thoughts about the wedding? I got quite angry about the fact that I couldn't pay my dear mother a visit without her grilling me.
Once Mum's partner Dave had calmed us down we had a nice night, watching old movies streamed on Love Film.
At 11 o'clock I decided I'd given them enough time to get down and dirty, so if anything was going to happen it would have happened by now. All the way home I was nervous, did I want Gary to do the deed, or did I want him to be a gentleman. And again I found I was torn over which would be the favourable outcome. My god what a mess I'd got myself into.
All my questions were answered when I got home and they were sat on the sofa, close but separate, that friendly distance you sit when you're comfortable in someone's presence, watching Blade Runner. I realised that I was relieved about this, and loved Pixie that little bit more for what she'd shown me.
That night Gary took me to heaven many times, we made love until the early morning and when we finished we were so physically tired I fell asleep on top of Gary with him still deep inside me, and I awoke there when the alarm went off seemingly minutes later.
I'm sure I was walking funny at work, because the other girls in the office were giving me odd looks all day, just before lunch the HR girl Jenna took me aside and asked me if I was pregnant – the second time in less than 24 hours – I managed not to snap her head off, perhaps because she's a lovely girl. I advised her that it was highly unlikely, so she said I'd been glowing all day, so there must be a reason. I could be nothing but honest with her, so I just blurted out that Gary had taken me every which way for at least 4 hours last night, so I was probably still coming down from the attention. Jenna just mumbled "lovely" and shuffled off.
I phoned Pixie at lunchtime and she gave me a full account of her evening with Gary, emphasising that he was a perfect gentleman at all times, maintaining eye contact as much as possible over their curry at the pub. They chatted about all kinds of things, music, films, the upcoming wedding, in fact anything but sex, and Tina was never mentioned.
When I told Pixie how much sex we'd had after she'd gone she laughed long and hard, "well I must have got him hot for you just by sitting next to him. I'll take that as a compliment"
My mind was at rest about Gary then, he wasn't lusting after every girl in town, but I think every now and then I'll have to put some effort in to give him an extra sexy night.
A couple of weeks later though I was again channel surfing in the nether regions of the guide when I stumbled upon a fly on the wall documentary about a swingers' club, and it awoke my previous doubts. I began wondering if Gary would like to go to a swingers' night and fuck as many ladies as he liked with impunity. But what would I do? I don't want any other man, I've fucked dozens in the past but only Gary has ever made me cum.
Time for another call to Pixie, Gary was in the kitchen working again so I turned off the TV and went upstairs to call her.
"I was expecting this call sometime, what brought this up tonight?"
"A program on 5* about swingers. I got all hot thinking about Gary having his wicked way with loads of horny women hungry for his cock, but then I started to worry about what I'd do, I really don't want any other man touching me."
"Is that how you feel about other men? Are you repulsed?"
"I'd never thought about it like that, but yeah, I did shudder when I thought of other men touching me, is that how you feel?"
"Well I wouldn't go that far, but 5 years on the game really puts you off men as a species. Gary's the only man I allow inside me now, but to be honest even without our chequered past with men I think we'd have been spoilt by Gary."
"Yeah, you may be right, but I still can't shake the revulsion I felt at the thought of having another man."
"Well you wouldn't have to join in you know, and there might be a spare girl for you if you feel left out. But honestly, think long and hard before you go any further along this road."
"OK, thanks for listening, and for not shouting me down, I'll think about it and we'll talk again before I do anything."
So, another week went by, on Thursday I put on my sexiest undies and dragged Gary away from his databases for another super extended session, not quite as late this time but I spent another Friday walking bow-legged.
Friday night I called Pixie back, I'd decided I had to go along with this, at least once if only for Gary to tell me I was being silly and he didn't need to go through with it.
Pixie was her usual ultra-sensible self and decided that if I was going through with it, she'd come to for "protection" as she put it, she also offered to ask around her mates for a safe swingers club.
A week later Pixie phoned me in the evening, she'd found a club for us. One of her contacts had assured us that it wouldn't be a problem for me to sit out of the action if I wasn't willing for any reason, the club owner provided a few girls to "spice things up". The admission was a bit steep though, at £500 per couple, but this included food and standard drinks, champagne and premium drinks would be extra. I assured Pixie that the price wasn't a problem, it would be worth it to put my mind at ease. I wanted to see with my own eyes how Gary reacted.
So Saturday night we piled into the Aston, me in the back, again, and Pixie up front with Gary. I swear, next time we talk cars with Geoff I'm picking something with 4 proper seats.
The club was literally in the middle of nowhere, a gated estate somewhere around Whalley in deepest, darkest Lancashire. This would be handy, because it's not a million miles away from a fantastic restaurant I know, the Inn at Whitewell, as visited by the Queen when she's at her nearby estate, a perfect place for Sunday Lunch.
Thanks to the Aston's slightly vague sat-nav we took a roundabout route but we eventually arrived at the house around 9pm. A very pretty Chinese lady greeted us and led us through to a reception where we had to show an invite from Pixie's friend, and sign up as members ourselves. The reception was in an oak-panelled library, with floor to ceiling book-shelves packed with leather bound volumes, it looked like a much older version of the library at Geoff's house. The receptionist looked like she'd stepped out of the pages of a Playboy special edition of Vogue, one where the models have spectacular boobs instead of teenage boy's bodies.
As it was our first visit they let Pixie enter free, normally she'd be £300 extra. I used the Platinum card our bank kindly gave us after Geoff's last 6 figure deposit in my account, the receptionist looked sceptical at first, maybe we don't look that rich, but she was very courteous when it cleared without a hitch.
The Chinese lady collected us again and led the way through to a cocktail lounge. Along one wall was a table laid out with very extravagant finger food, blinis with caviar, smoked salmon, prawns; tiny little pies topped with dried fruit; a selection of fine cheeses and petit fours. The end of the table was dominated by a punch fountain which we took advantage of first. None of us would be driving until tomorrow lunchtime, so we could all have a drink, and to be honest I needed one, I still wasn't sure this was a good idea.
Gary was ravenous, so he had a plate full of food, and when a waiter wandered by he ordered a forest mushroom pizza and a bottle of Faustino I, his taste in wine had improved with the trip to Texas over the Christmas break.
We all tucked into the pizza and wine, the pizza was utterly delicious and we soon polished it off. Gary popped off to the bathroom.
"Did you notice Amy?"
"What?"
"Well, there's at least three girls in the room who've displayed their admirable charms on Page 3 of The Sun, a couple of very tasty models and at least one porn star."
"So?"
"Where were Gary's eyes whilst we were eating?"
"Ahh, I see what you mean, he was just looking at me mostly."
"Yes, it's always the same, he only looks at me when I'm talking, or we're on our own. He loves you so much no other girl exists."
"Well, let's see what happens in the next room."
"I know what will happen, in fact I'm willing to bet that he won't do anything in the next room until you tell him. I truly believe he only goes with anyone else because he thinks you want him to, because he thinks it makes you happy."
"Mmmm, I've not thought of it that way. It makes me happy to see him shagging other girls because I think it makes him happy. Oh what a confusing situation. Well we've never been to an orgy before, so see if it's any different, he might just blow a fuse and run off to shag the first girl he sees. Anyway, are you ready, he's on the way back."
We stood and walked across to Gary as he came back in the room, the Chinese lady appeared from nowhere like the shopkeeper in Mr Benn and led us down a long gallery that ended with a pair of double doors that opened as we approached, the sight beyond took my breath away, like a scene from a seriously horny porn movie spread out before us. Pixie gripped my hand and whispered "be careful in here, you're beautiful and still very innocent, some people in here might hurt you in ways that never heal."
"I know, I'm a little scared now, so please don't leave me..."
With a brave heart and my two lovers by my side we stepped into the orgy room.
In another life this was probably the ballroom, the lights were deliberately low, but I'd guess the ceiling was very high, and above our heads were unlit chandeliers, I could see lots of picture frames on the walls, but the paintings themselves were hidden in the gloom.
Around the floor for at least 30 feet in either direction were a variety of seats, sofas, chaise longues, cushions and rugs. On them all were people, couples, triples, fours and the occasional loner massaging themselves.
With a sigh of relief I saw tables around the walls and a cocktail bar at the end, I dragged my friends to the bar, ordered three Manhattans which we took to a table, I downed mine too quickly and was nearly sick. Pixie took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, I smiled to reassure her I was OK.
We watched the room, from where we were sitting we could only see about 2/3 of the action, but a quick survey showed a fat man spanking a schoolgirl who was sucking off an old guy; a girl straddling one guy whilst another fucked her vigorously in the ass; a pair of beautiful girls making out on a rug in front of a roaring fire; a pair of men sucking each other off and a third watched them whilst wanking a cock that looked like a rival for Gary's; and various other groups engaging in a bewildering array of sexual acts.
Whilst we watched people split off from groups and joined others seemingly at random, and without introduction.
I watched Gary for a while, he seemed disinterested, like he was watching a dull porno, full of action but nothing spectacular, he spent more time looking at Pixie and I, and sipping his drink.
"You OK Gary?"
"Yeah, why'd you ask?"
"It's just you look ... I dunno ... bored. Aren't you enjoying watching the sex?"
"Well it's OK, but it's not as good as doing it."
"So go and join in."
"What do you mean?"
"Find a couple you like and, you know, join in."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Well, you said watching isn't as good as doing."
"I know, but why should I fuck these people when I've got you and Pixie, especially you."
I started to cry, tears of joy. Pulling Gary close I hugged him tightly.
"Oh Gary, I love you so very much. I've been worried for weeks that we weren't having enough sex for you, that you wanted to have more adventures. Pixie assured me I was just being paranoid, pre-wedding nerves, but I needed to be certain. You've just proved me wrong, and Pixie right. Thank you thank you thank you."
Pixie broke the spell, "so what are we going to do now? You've spent a small fortune, and none of us is fit to drive away from here."
"Mmmm, I'd not really considered what to do if I was wrong. What do you suggest?"
"Well we could put on a show..." she answered
"Ok. Yeah, I'm up for that."
"You're the boss here, do we have ground rules?" Pixie asked.
"What do you mean?" I wasn't sure where she was heading
"Well, if someone joins in, do we let them?"
"Ahhh, well you know what we were talking about earlier?"
"Yeah..."
"Well that still stands."
Gary looked puzzled, so Pixie explained, "we both decided that until the end of our days we don't want another man, we've both been hurt before by men, but you are different in so many ways. There's definitely other good men out there, but we don't want to go looking for them. So we're happy for other women to join in, and you've proved you can handle multiple partners, but we're not letting other men join."
"How do we stop men joining in?" I asked
"I think there's some kind of signal, but I'm not sure. I'll ask."
Pixie walked off to ask, and the Chinese lady appeared from against the wall, either there's dozens of them in the house or she's magic. Pixie and the lady spoke for a while then they came over, the lady explained to us that the middle third of the room was no holes barred, quite literally, bisexual partners on both sides. The left third, roughly were we were sitting was men welcome to join, and the far third was women welcome to join, so we moved across the room and found a space.
I striped Gary and pointed him towards a chair and he sat, waiting for his turn. Next I stripped Pixie, a girl in a nearby huddle gasped when the full extent of Pixie's stunning figure was revealed, her large, full breasts, her gorgeous heart shaped ass, her almost all-over tattoos, she is definitely the most beautiful woman I've had the pleasure of meeting.
Pixie kissed me, a long, deep, passionate kiss that quickly brought Gary's cock to life, the nearby girl gasped again, I heard her say to her friend in awe, "oh my fucking god Debs, look at the size of that monster, it'd rip us in two."
I pulled Pixie to the floor, she straddled my chest and continued to kiss me for a little while, then she slowly moved down my body, kissing me as she went, first my nipples, then my belly button and finally she settled on my pussy. For the next few minutes, using her tongue and fingers she brought me to a thunderous orgasm.
It took me a minute or two to come back down to earth, and when I did I saw Gary was still sat in the chair, his eyes only on me, and his cock visibly pulsing. I looked round and the girl from the next group had pulled away and was sitting opposite Gary, her eyes staring at his cock, full of lust and longing. She noticed I was watching and looked across at me, I nodded at her, mouthing "it's OK, help yourself." She raised her eyebrows in question so I nodded again.
This time she didn't hesitate, she stood up and knelt before Gary almost reverently. Gary for his part gave a little start, he hadn't noticed the girl at all.
"Err hello, I'm Jade, is this OK, you look shocked."
"Oh, hi Jade, it's OK as long as my girlfriend is fine with it."
"Yeah, she said I could."
"Well that's all right then, I'm Gary by the way, whoa steady on girl, easy on the teeth."
"Sorry, this is huge. Your girl is so petite, how does she manage."
"Practice, and lessons from Pixie, who's a master at most things. Go get her, she'll show you what to do."
"That's great, I've really got to try your cock for size."
Jade nervously came over to us and explained that she needed some help, I think she was still unsure that I was happy for her to have her wicked way with Gary. In truth I was excited, I always get a thrill showing Gary off to a new girl.
We moved back to Gary, his cock was full hard, I could see the head glistening from a little trickle of pre-cum.
Pixie took hold of Gary's cock, her hand wouldn't fit all the way round, she licked the head all over to get it wet, then after licking her lips she opened her mouth wide and took the whole head in. Gary closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensation of being blown by a master at the craft.
Pixie gave Gary expert head for a couple of minutes with Jade watching her every move intently. Gary's head came out of Pixie's mouth with an audible pop and she passed it across to Jade, who followed Pixie's actions to the letter, first licking her lips before opening her mouth as wide as she could and Gary's head just fit, then without gagging she started to slowly move her head up and down, taking Gary's cock right to the back of her mouth.
The look on Gary's face showed me she was good.
Gary opened his eyes and touched Jade's head, "I'm gonna cum any second..."
"It's OK, give it to me now big boy."
Gary's eyes went wide and he tensed up, with a grunt he thrust forward, his cock must have gone down Jade's throat, I could see a bulge in her neck, but she didn't stop, taking everything he could give her.
When Gary settled back Jade lifted her head out of his lap, his cock-head coming out with a satisfying pop. She licked her lips and sat back.
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I've been jerking off all night to Twitter bitches, but I recently came across a porn star on Twitter that I've seen in many videos that made me jizz my fucking pants. If you're not using Twitter to follow porn stars, I don't know what the fuck you're doing. If you didn't know, Twitter lets adult creators post NFSFW content like Reddit. Of course, they do this to gain fans, but you can use this to get more fap sessions out of the day! Why would you just use Twitter to look at dumb-ass trending...
Twitter Porn AccountsAbigail was gorgeous. Everything I ever looked for in a woman. She was a young college student, around 19-20 years old. She had long tan legs, the absolute perfect figure, long, curly blonde hair and the prettiest baby blue eyes. Only problem Abigail had was that she was married, as was I too. Abigail and John lived next door to us. John was your typical douchebag husband, my wife would notice the different girls he would sneak in and out of their house and Abigail Finally had enough. I...
"Yer late!" The plump girl asked her sister as she straightened her clothes in the floor-length mirror. Abigail looked around and sniffed at her podgy sister before turning round to face her. She swept her long brown hair back and picked up some toast from the kitchen table. "You turned off my alarm," Abigail moaned. "Dae talk mince," Moira spat back instantly and took a bite of another slice of toast. Abigail licked her lips as she ate her breakfast and poured some tea into a cup....
"You clatty cow," Moira cried out as she burst into the room. Quentin stared at her and she pushed him off her sister, laying out in her bed. "Yer a clatty bitch. 'E's mine." "Then fuck him," Abigail replied. "Yer just a frigid witch. Yer fuck things up for everyone." Moira grabbed Abigail's throat, and the younger girl kicked her sister away from her. "He just liked me better." "No," Quentin muttered but neither sister was listening. "'Cause I ain't fat like you."...
Abigail was nervous as she rang the bell on the door to the solicitors. "Come in," she heard shouted and she nervously pushed open the door and walked up the stairs to the second floor; it was above a large newsagents, and she was smiled at by the middle aged woman. "This is Jake, my legal partner." "Partner?" "Work partners," she told her. Jake was at least ten years younger than Margaret and had short black hair on top of a grinning face and a stocky body. "Hey, no more...
Abigail sat nervously in the reception area of the international acting school, biting her nails. She flicked her hair back and studied the handful of other candidates, all frantically reciting words under their breath or reading intently from books. Shona squeezed her daughter's arm as she put down and then picked up her book, taking deep breaths and opening it to the page, before closing it again. "Yer just a wee bit nervous," she told her and Abigail didn't respond. It was the...
"No good?" The burly figure of her father sat next to her and looked into his daughter's misty eyes. She shook her head. "Not past the first," she muttered. "Stoopid dreamin'," Moira told her. "Ya not gonna be in those silly films ya watch. Ah've told you hunners ae times." "That's enough," Shona told her eldest daughter who shovelled her dinner into her mouth. "What's got-in-tae ya?" "She," Moira spat as bits of potato hit her disappointed sister. "She tried to chat...
"It's nice," Simon conceded as he returned to the lounge. "Just one thing missin'," he told her with a grin. "A naked Abigail." "Yeah, and on me knees with me face in ya lap..." Abigail told him with a smile. "I ain't that easy." "Well..." She looked at him and he pursed his lips. "Lisa said you wanted to run a sex school for desperate young men." The teenager laughed loudly. "Not quite," she moaned. "But ... well." She walked into the kitchen, and he followed her as...
Their reconciliation marked the beginning of a perfect summer. There were very few days they weren't together, though some of them were taken up with study. Mike took Abigail to Norton Aerodrome at Lightwood. A former barrage-balloon site, it had been taken over by the Council as a driver-training centre, where, for a small fee a potential learner driver could be taken to acquire the rudiments of vehicle handling. It was also used for CBT, the training now required of would-be motor-cyclists...
Abigail was both excited and nervous; she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone clothes shopping with her mother and for several years she'd got by with a combination of generic jeans – not form-fitting ones – and loose jumpers and hoodies. They rode into town on the bus. "Now, love," her mother said, "I don't think you want to be trendy, do you? Tell me if I'm wrong, but you'd like ... what was his name, Mike? ... to see you as an attractive young woman, but you don't really...
Abigail had felt shy about meeting her parents when she got in the house. Her mother had 'accidentally' emerged from her room heading for the bathroom just at the right moment to meet her. "Good night, love?" The smile on her daughter's face was enough answer, but; "Lovely, thanks, Mum." "'Night, then. Sleep well!" And she did ... tired, even drained, but content, dreaming of love's embrace. Thursday morning, mid-morning she was in the cafeteria with a cup of coffee in front...
Sherise was not a happy bunny. She'd thought she'd sorted Abigail, but here they were, obviously even closer than they had been, their body language proclaiming to anyone who had the eyes to see that they were intimate. What made it worse was the emotion in Abigail's expression when she looked at Sherise ... pity. She had no right to pity Sherise; just because she'd picked up one of her discards, even if Sherise had been intending to claim him back once he'd gained a proper understanding...
There was a knock on the front door of the terraced house and Abigail looked up. "Not fer me," she muttered and stared at Moira and her parents sat around the table. Moira groaned and threw her fork down on the plate, striding down the small hall and flinging open the door. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the face of her ex-boyfriend and went to close it when her put his foot in the door. "Moira, please. Ah wanna spa'k to you." She snorted. "Yer screwed that dirty bitch," she cried....
Sara Jean hadn't been waiting long when Kirk the Realtor pulled up in his BMW. The tall, immaculately groomed man practically leapt from the car, walking quickly, hand extended, all the while flashing that toothy, brilliant smile that Sara Jean was sure he practiced for hours at a time each night. "Sara... ," he purred. "Sara Jean," she mentally corrected. " ... are you excited?" he asked as he performed the old 'grip and grin'. Despite her reflexive dislike for him, she was...
Abigail nervously fidgeted on the doorstep of the plush house of her ex as figures inside moved towards the door. She put her hands in her pockets and waited in the light drizzle. Simon answered it and stared at the wet teenager. "Come in," he offered and even cracked a wry smile. She paused briefly and, feeling disarmed by his smile, walked in. "I want to say sorry," she offered, and he gave a little grunt. "I must be losin' my touch," he told her. "'Cause I ain't had a girl...
EPISODE IVCrimson & CloverWe decide for our anniversary to go for a ride in the country, having a picnic lunch packed with a bottle of red table wine & a blanket. Just the two of us this time. We drove for quite some time, until we drove way out into the boonies, big time! We spotted this huge field of clover growing on the right side of the country road, so we found a dirt road leading into it. Bob's road, I presumed? Ha ha. Driving in just far enough not to be spotted from the road,...
I’d expected Emily to be mortified that I’d found her sleeping naked outdoors, but she made no move to put her discarded bikini back on. Instead, she made idle chit-chat, stretching lazily in the sun. I treaded water as we talked, thinking to myself over and over, Act normal. Act normal. I was so rattled by my close call that I was shaking. I struggled to keep my voice calm. Emily showed no suspicion that I’d done anything while she was sleeping. I was so ashamed of what I’d done that I...
LesbianSo, where do I start....well, I guess it began about a week before:"Jessica why are you bringing me such slutty clothes? You know I don't want to wear them!" Abigail said to her friend and college roommate, in the changing room at the clothes store, staring into the mirror at the whore outfit she'd been forced to try on. "Because we're going out dancing? To have fun? Remember having fun?!" Jessica replied teasingly. Jess was blonde, a real definition of a bimbo, she had perky D cup breasts, a...
My worries began slowly at first then speeded up - friends and workmates were settling into long term relationships in ever increasing numbers. If the trend continued I would soon be the only singleton left sitting at some sad singles bar. Saturday night and I was at home! - alone, feeling sorry for self, listening to Miyuu (what else?), researching; how do bisexual people cope in a long term relationship...all this while couples were sitting on sofas together and binge watching a...
**For the intended experience, make sure to click "Start Game" and make sure to avoid repeating chapters in a single play through.** The small village of Hillbend was utterly unremarkable. Proving to be a small farming hamlet, but near enough to a lake to provide some decent fishing as well. The Duke caring little for it's inhabitants, provided they continue to pay their taxes. But none-the-less, Hillbend is where our tale begins with the birth of a girl named Abigail. Born to a couple of...
FantasyI had to stand up on my tiptoes to lift the latch and step into the backyard. I’d always gone to the front of the house in the past, but I knew Emily was already out at the pool, and wouldn’t mind me coming straight back. The pool was up on a raised deck, with high hedges all around. I ascended the steps and saw Emily was laying out on a deck chair. I called out hello, but there was no response. I came a little closer and gasped. Emily was lying face down on the deck chair, entirely nude. Her...
Abigail was screaming her lungs out, she was lay down on her front on Jessica's bed, holding onto the golden toned thighs of the white queen in front of her, kissing and licking her pretty pink pussy that was already dripping with cum and not all of it Jess's. The gorgeous blonde lay on her back moaning, one hand playing with her own perky, big tits and the other pulling hard on Abi's dark hair. Abi wasn't screaming at that though, big strong dark hands were holding her hips, throwing her back...
I had to stand up on my tiptoes to lift the latch and step into the backyard. I'd always gone to the front of the house in the past, but I knew Emily was already out at the pool, and wouldn't mind me coming straight back. The pool was up on a raised deck, with high hedges all around. I ascended the steps and saw Emily was laying out on a deck chair. I called out hello, but there was no response. I came a little closer and gasped. Emily was lying face down on the deck chair, entirely nude. Her...
LesbianA Colleen In Clover (rushed re-touch from 3/8/99 version. Happy St. Pat's!) by Dee Eon "Gee, that's a stupid idea, carrot top!!" scoffed Paul atop his farm's log fence with me. "None's gonna make a St. Patrick's Day parade in Four Clovers 'cause there ain't any Irish here--'cept you 'n your folks! There's just Poles n' Czechs 'round here!" "Americans don't mind celebrating St. Pat's in stores!" I retorted sourly to my eighth-grade American schoolmate and neighbor. "Sure, the...
Madison Tyler wiped sweat from her brow and stared for the hundredth time at her cell phone. She willed it to have a signal. ‘What? Your boyfriend so insecure you have to call him every hour, sugar?’ said the man with deep Texas drawl. The one man on the face of the earth that Maddie would give anything not to be stuck in an elevator with. All right, so being stuck in a five foot by five foot cage suspended forty-two floors above Houston was a nightmare enough. What had she ever done to...
"The Devil made me do it." Have you ever heard anyone say that? You're probably thinking whoever said that is just using that as an excuse to get out of trouble. You could be right, but on the other hand... it could be I really did make them do it. That's right, I'm the one and only Devil. Pleased to meet you, by the way. I would shake your hand, but, you know, the Corona virus thing. Being the Prince Of Darkness doesn't mean I have to have bad manners. Good manners or not, I've been...
Mind ControlThe client, heir to a banking fortune in Canada, nodded impatiently as he perched on his chair in the showroom.. He was young, he had speedboats and vacation houses and girlfriends and more money than he knew what to do with. Which suited Max just fine, because his firm catered to exactly such clientele. Max pressed a button on his desk. The door opened, and a woman trainer escorted the man's custom-designed LoveDoll to stand in the center of the room. The young man blinked. "She's so....
"Yes, Christina?" Lydia Dunn asked, without a loss of her legendary self control. "I don't recall us having an appointment." Christina weathered the stare and marched right up to her boss's desk. "I want to know why my investigation of the XTC Doll Company has been shut down!" she exclaimed. Lydia Dunn arched her eyebrows. "I was prepared to tell you during our normal staff meeting this afternoon. I saw no point in continuing this fishing expedition of yours. I would also...
A lady fantasizes about a horse cock and then gets the real thing. *** I am a 38 year old woman who was raised on a farm in the deep south. Ever since I saw one of our horses fucking a mare, I have fantasized about a horse fucking me. I am married and my husband has no idea of my cravings for a horse cock. I love to masturbate and do several times a week. At night when my husband is fucking me, I let my mind wonder to my secret fantasy, me being fucked by a huge horses'...
“Oh Amy, my love!! The show is begun!” I hurried to run a brush thru my hair, I hit a snag and cursed. I, like many others, love my long wavy hair, but maintenance is not its main asset. “You are going to miss out on all the fun!!” I picked up my favorite lipstick, but pictured having to go to a restaurant with a horrible red rush job and said screw it, leaving it on the counter. “Hurry, hurry, hurry, mascara on one eye, no rouge, hurry, hurry, hurry,” my satanic boyfriend, Dan, chanted. I...
Beneath me I could feel her. Her breath such a silk as it caressed my neck, the tender kisses falling from our lips to meet each other’s bodies, our necks. She paid close attention to there, just gently letting her kisses touch against my skin and running them up and down my neck. Then she turned her attention up to my face, the kisses, so sweet, connecting with my cheek and meeting my lips in the softest of ways felt like a bliss that shouldn’t ever end. Our lips parted and she entered me with...
Cheaters never prosper, they used to tell me. I’ve made a life of cheating, and while I wouldn’t say I’ve prospered, I wouldn’t complain. My wife never really understood me. Hell, I never much understood her. But over the years, we managed to develop an ‘understanding’. We don’t pry too deep into each other’s affairs, business or otherwise. I still remember the first time I broke those solemn vows to love no other but my lovely, frigid, back-biting, bitch wife. I mostly remember that girl’s...
My husband was always a good guy, a bread winner who always came through for his family. He was very smart and seemed destined for more than a standard nine-to-five. Thus, it was no surprise when he invented something that he was able to sell and say bye-bye to the grind. The only surprise lay in how comfortable we truly were. It was like a whirlwind, buying a large, posh new home, new vehicles and a family vacation. We went from cold Ohio to the tropics for ten days. On the last night, our...
Her: Hey babe!My phone vibrated noisily with the incoming message. The colleague who was standing at the front of the room shot me a glare but quickly got back to his presentation. I hurried to switch the phone to mute and debated putting it down, face-down on my folder just to make a point.But then, the presentation was so very, very boring and that particular colleague was a bit of an ass.So I opened the messenger.My girlfriend’s ‘hey babe’ was accompanied by a gif of two brown bears sitting...
Mind ControlWithin this world there exists a powerful force, a force fuelled by passion, pleasure and love. Known as the Lovelace, it grants the world the power of magic and blesses our lives with its presence. Blooming forth from the hearts of the truly happy, the Lovelace exists inside all of us, filling us with energy and happiness. Said to have been born in ages past from the wishes for a shining future, it has ended war and strife, stopped pointless crimes, ended prejudice and brought the races of the...
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