It 8217 s Not Just Love Making 8211 The Foremost Foreplays
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We had just gotten into bed, exhausted. It was not especially different from most other days. We both worked. We shared the tasks of getting our 3 and 5-year-old daughters to and from daycare. The house had to be taken care of. Meals had to be made and cleaned up. We had to go shopping to have meals at all. The kids were growing so fast they constantly needed new clothing. When Barney or Elmo came to town, we took them. And that’s just the ‘A’ list. It was a miracle we were only exhausted and...
Foreplay By Sebastian Lugo She felt ashamed. She hadn’t felt ashamed for probably a decade or more and it kind of excited the hell out of her. Shame, embarrassment, being naïve, getting shy, even giggling uncontrollably sometimes, goddamn him for making her feel like this. She just loved it. And, of course, it made her wet. He could do that in the most surprising ways. She wondered if he had tilted her upside down and shaken all the hidden bits back into view. ALL of them. Goddamn him...
I am in your bed. I am naked. I have showered and my skin is clean and smooth and fresh smelling. My hair is perhaps still a bit damp. I lie under crisp, clean sheets listening to the water run as you shower, preparing yourself. I try not to think about what is to come, but i can't help listening for the water to stop, knowing you are out of the shower and closer to being with me.I feel my cock begin to get hard and i try to clear my mind of all expectations. I don't want it hard now. I want...
I had been seeing Julie for 2 weeks. Things had been going pretty slow sexually between us. Julie has a tremendous body with a perky set of C-cups. I tried everything I could to get her jump started but she always stopped it short. Julie had rushed in on many other relationships with disastrous results. She wanted to wait for the right romantic moment. So I decided to give it my best try at romance. One night I had Julie over for dinner. I cooked a light meal to save room for what I had...
Hi everyone, my pen name is Schinchan. This is my first story of erotic foreplay and a long one on ISS. I am 27 years old, working in an MNC, and my job has brought me to Sydney. I stay here in a sharing house with 6 rooms. We are 7 people in the house. (1 couple, 3 boys and 2 girls) And all of us are from India. The couple never really interacts with anyone, and the rest of us also have ‘Hi – Hello’ kind of conversations. I have been living in this house for almost a year now. All this...
ForeplayBySebastian LugoShe felt ashamed. She hadn’t felt ashamed for probably a decade or more and it kind of excited the hell out of her. Shame, embarrassment, being naïve, getting shy, even giggling uncontrollably sometimes; goddamn him for making her feel like this. She just loved it. And, of course, it made her wet. He could do that in the most surprising ways. She wondered if he had tilted her upside down and shaken all the hidden bits back into view. ALL of them. Goddamn him anyway.He...
BDSMHi friends! This is Rajesh again. The next few days Aparna and I dry fucked each other in various positions. She would always be fully dressed in her salwar kameez and I only in my shorts or underwear or lungi. In the later stage, Aparna stopped wearing underwears which made our sessions more sensuous. Sometimes, I would be on top of her rubbing my dick on her pussy with just two layers of clothing in between us. And sometimes, she would be on top of me gyrating herself on my dick. Aparna...
Hi! Guys, I’m a regular ISS reader from the past six months and today I have decided to tell you my story. I’m 28 years old and this story is about me and my boyfriend who was my pehla pehla pyar. I was 19 years old with figure size 34 34 38 probably. I was always on a bit on the healthier side from my teens but had long hairs and fair complexion. After 12th my college was about to start but until that vacation time, I used to hang out with friends. My routine was to go to my best friends house...
Hey Guys(and Girls) At the end of the story there's some information---------------------------He paused for a moment, and took time to admire the beauty that was his girlfriend who rested naked on the bed in front of him.He began looking at her piece by piece, and started with her legs. His glimpse shifted slowly upwards the long legs that just seemed to stretch to an infinity, he was beginning to feel like Achilles, chasing a turtle he could never catch.But then suddenly the legs were at an...
An old married couple is lying in bed one night.The wife is curled up, ready to go to sleep, and the husband turns his bed lamp on to read a book.As he’s reading, he periodically reaches over to his wife and fondles her special area.He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book.The wife gradually becomes more and more aroused assuming that her husband is seeking some encouragement she gets up and starts stripping in front of him.The husband is...
Now let me come to my first experience. Well i am ajnabee(name changed) from chennai.i am 6 feet tall and well built. Now let me tell you about her.her name was priya(name changed) and she was 29 yrs old married and her husband was in marketing and so most of the time he was not in town at all so obviously she was sexually starved. Now let me tell u how she looks., she was about 5’4 feet tall and she had very huge and firm breast and perfectly worked up ass and very fair skin and she is bomb...
IncestI had often heard from friends narrating their first experience of sex on their first night and that always kept me pondering about it. I often spoke to myself, infect built fantasies, always feeling embarrassed within. The tales narrated by them eventually increased the urge in me to experience the touch of a man. I would sometimes laugh at myself at my silly prodigy. Yes, it was the way, I was keeping on with my life. I was grown up and my parents were worried about me . 25yrs old in Indian...
Following is a creative work of fiction about passionate foreplay. It involves intimate moments of both physical and psychological nature between mother and son, intended for fun. All the names, characters, and incidents are works of pure imagination. They do not resemble any real-life names, characters, and incidents. In the first part of the story, a beginning has been made where a single question from mom will change everything. By the time I finished my homework, my mom almost finished...
IncestBe not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. Shakespeare – Twelfth Night Introduction -- Son of the Beach Sometimes your life's work is handed to you. Sometimes you fall into it. Sometimes it comes to you in a kind of religious experience. That was how it was for me. This is how it happened. I was never a great student, a great football or baseball player, a great employee, or, frankly, a great lay. Of course, at the time,...
We had just gotten into bed, exhausted. It was not especially different from most other days. We both worked. We shared the tasks of getting our 3 and 5-year-old daughters to and from daycare. The house had to be taken care of. Meals had to be made and cleaned up. We had to go shopping to have meals at all. The kids were growing so fast they constantly needed new clothing. When Barney or Elmo came to town, we took them. And that's just the "A" list. It was a miracle we were only exhausted...
BOB Brennan finished his second sandwich and started to stack dishes while still seated. "Lovely dinner Mrs. Brennan." "Oh Bob," Jeanette answered. "If I made more..." "You make more than I do. That's for sure. You cook better, too. I don't moan and groan about being a drone." "You planned that!" Actually, he hadn't. It had come after "moan and groan." "I'll never tell. Look, you are a lovely woman. You are a great wife. We put your education on hold. Self- deprecation...
I was in my English class and Miss Hulbertson was passing out the papers we'd written as homework the first day of school, commenting on what she liked about some and what needed to be improved with others. She already knew each person by name and could tell each one something specific about his or her paper. She had only one paper left when she came over to me. "Oh, Mark, I can't tell you how impressed I was with your paper about the Empire State Building. You made it seem so real, so...
Peter was fucking my wife. Samantha was kneeling in the middle of the king-size bed and Peter was pumping his thick cock in and out of her like there was no tomorrow. And she was clearly enjoying it.‘Oh God, Peter…!’ she moaned between gasps.How had we got here, I hear you ask? A very good question. A very good question indeed. It all seemed like a fantasy dream on fast forward.My wife and I had arrived in Rabat, the Moroccan capital, less than a week ago to take up a position at the British...
CuckoldMy hands are caressing your waist and up your sides. I slowly come up under your breasts and touch just the lower part, lifting slightly. They are full and warm. My lips are working their way to your cheek, still softly kissing and lightly licking. My breath is making your cheek cool on the moisture. My hands come higher to your nipples. Very lightly touching them through the silky fabric of your gown. My fingers make small circles around them as they get hard. You turn your head to bring...
It had been years, 4 to be exact that we had played this game. A twisted little tennis match with each others hearts. Starting and stopping again before we ever managed to make it clear to the other how we felt. It had caused casualties on both sides, prevented me from being happy and making any attempts he made at relationships crash and burn. But maybe all our past had been a road, a road to where I now found myself, standing, shaking, my hand on the polished brass door knob that lead to so...
I come into the bedroom. It’s very dim with only sputtering candles for light. Your back is to me as you slide a Moody Blues CD into the player. ‘Nights In White Satin’ is starting to play. Justin Hayward is writing letters he’ll never send. You are wearing a silky, loose-flowing long gown. It‘s just slightly see-through with accents of fine lace. The candlelight makes it shimmer as it softly moves with you. Your panties are barely visible through the silk. I am wearing a business suit, power...
Mike opened his apartment door and led me to the living room. We sat down on his couch."Are you nervous?" he asked me. I shook my head no."And are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes, I am sure," I replied."Me too," Mike said. "So let's get started"The first thing we did was to flush me out using an enema. Mike explained it and helped me along the way, and he offered to help me again on Friday night before my big date with Jermaine. I accepted his offer.He went back to the couch as I took a...
You stand with your perfect posture, dressed in front of me. We both have a smile on our face when we look into each other's eyes and it seems the world for a moment just exists for the two of us and that everything around us faded into nothingness. I lean over and kiss with closed eyes, on your red painted lips and feel how soft they are. I touch your hand, your fingers are warm while they caressing my cheek tenderly. Our kiss ends when I, stand upright, and stroke my fingers through your...
Imagine yourself laid out on the bed in sexy see through lingerie that's defines the curves of your body...red and white rose pedals spread all over the bed...candles lit with the essence of your favorite scent...cloth wrapped around your eyes blinding you from any possible sight being able to use only the other 4 senses...you feel my presence and aura in the room. From across the room I stare and admire your beauty. I come closer to you as you start to smell my masculine scent become stronger...
I sucked, licked and bit Dipali maami’s boobs to my content. Then moved back and squeezed and crushed them both with my hands. She moaned and said, “Ahh, yes my boy, Vinay, yes, you are learning very fast. Oh god, squeeze them, Vinay, don’t stop. Will you fuck maami today?” I looked at her in utter disbelief and she said, “You want to fuck me.” I wanted to fuck her and said, “Yes.” She pulled me close to her and kissed me hard. After some good 15 to 20 minutes of boobs and lips sucking and...
IncestWaiting at the train station I was hoping janney was going to make it, the train arriving into the station and no sign, then she showed looking exactly as I had asked, heels stockings and mac. Only question now was what was underneath? Needn't worry a quick flash down her top told me everything I needed to know :) Janney was naked all except those black ruffle pants she showed me in those photos. We boarded the train and unfortunately standing room only, so as we stood I discussed a repeat...
This incident happened when Megha Aunty dropped in our home one day – under the pretext of catching up with my mom of course. But I knew better – as you’ll find out in the story below. I was doing an assignment for my undergrad degree on my laptop when I heard a familiar voice downstairs. I kind of freaked out when I realized it was Megha aunty. Quickly, I listened as best as I could, my head against the window. “Nice of you to drop in”, I heard mom say, “Come in, come in!” “Ya, I was on my...
Continued from the first part. I was waiting for the day my mom and dad go to the native. So that day came in June and I was excited. When I told this to her, she was so happy and gave a naughty smile. So the previous night, she chatted with me. Me: So how you feel now? She: I am excited. But you will be more excited na. I know. Me: Yes. I want to feel you. She: Wait till tomorrow. You can feel me. Don’t worry. So it was the morning of June 9, 2017. I dropped my mom and dad at the railway...
It had been years, 4 to be exact that we had played this game. A twisted little tennis match with each others hearts. Starting and stopping again before we ever managed to make it clear to the other how we felt. It had caused casualties on both sides, prevented me from being happy and making any attempts he made at relationships crash and burn. But maybe all our past had been a road, a road to where I now found myself, standing, shaking, my hand on the polished brass door knob that lead to so...
Straight SexThe following emails went between myself and a girlfriend shortly after we first met. We had gotten a bit frisky in a hotel stairway before we had to go our separate ways. For a few months after we kept in touch with sexy emails then great phone sex before meeting again. (see photo's - "Chunky sexy girlfriend")I've edited out most of the chit chat and give you here the the good bits.-----------------------------Been thinking about you often since that weekend but ermm well, errr…… Imagining...
Last night’s fun began with some beautiful rope bondage. Master began by tying my hands behind my back with my fingers interlaced and pointing away from my body. He wove the rope around my hands and my arms, building pressure on my fingers. At first, it felt like a strong handshake, but intensified as He worked. By the time He finished binding me, I was wet. He asked me to test the bond and I was able to break it with some pain and effort. My fingers throbbed in the most exquisite way,...
Maiden KissesA Duet Spiritual Romantic Poem and Erotic Psalm of KissingJohn, “Big John” GallivanWarrior Poet/Erotic Psalmist“Viking Gladiator”AndChristine Elaine HarrisRomantic Psalmist/Spiritual Poetess“Spiritual Poetess”www.eroticpsalms.comI am th[/b]e Viking Gladiator, the warrior poet, the erotic psalmist,And no declaration is more divine and profound than this:To be enchanted by a lovely maiden with seductive girly kisses,Is so incredible beyond leaps and bounds.For being tremendously...
I stood on the sidewalk in front of my house, waving after my Mom and Dad's SUV, my other arm around Julia's shoulders. She had apparently already recovered from our brief encounter in my bedroom, because as the SUV turned the corner and vanished from sight, she slipped a hand inside my pants and fondled my smooth, sexless groin. Bye Mom, bye Dad, I thought. This was Friday, and I wondered what they'd find when they got back on Tuesday. Considering that I'd managed to castrate and...
I come into the bedroom. It's very dim with only sputtering candles for light. Your back is to me as you slide a Moody Blues CD into the player. 'Nights In White Satin' is starting to play. Justin Hayward is writing letters he'll never send. You are wearing a silky, loose-flowing long gown. It‘s just slightly see-through with accents of fine lace. The candlelight makes it shimmer as it softly moves with you. Your panties are barely visible through the silk. I am wearing a business suit,...
Love Stories"Hey." "Hey back. Hug?" "Hug. Mmmmmm." Long pause. "Mmmmmm back. How ya been?" "Good. You?" "Missing you. Good to see you again." "You too. Good to be back again. Got you a present! Here, happy day that ends in Y." "Goof!" "What, birthday ends in Y!" "Aw, that's perfect! You always know what to get me." "You're easy to buy for." Pause. "I have got to be the luckiest man alive." "How do you figure?" "Well, I have a wife whom I love madly, and who...
This is a story written as if in a dream… a fantasy… a fantasy of a man who has been away from his wife for months together… the man and his wife are working in separate cities… And the man is about to be united with his wife 6 days later… This story of mine deals with the acute physical longings translated into acts of fantasy that the man sees while he is sitting on his porch on a balmy Sunday afternoon… * * * * * Sweet, when I reach there on the long leave that we both have been looking...
Introduction: This part may get a bit confusing. There are flashbacks which are marked with * , but so are texts and notes. I tried my best to use the criticism from the last part to make this one better. I woke up in my den. I felt really warm. I slowly opened my eyes and my head started pounding the second I did. I sat up and realized I was naked. I wrapped the blanket around me and opened a window. The door was still locked. I noticed my clothes strewn across the floor. I started to dress...
Author’s note: This is a slower-moving, more character driven piece. There’s some sex at the end, but it’s mostly building towards the next two chapters. I’m writing each chapter from a separate point of view. This chapter is Robert’s, we’ll see the story from other characters’ perspectives in subsequent chapters. Enjoy, vote, comment! ***** It’s good to feel worn out. It’s good to be sweaty, too. If you’re too tired to think, you’re too tired to think about Beth… ‘Don’t tell her where I...
Author’s Note: This is Meredith’s chapter, I plan to write a concluding chapter wrapping up the story from all sides next. This one took me a long time to complete, thanks to a ton of travel recently. Hopefully, it doesn’t disappoint. This might take a bit of a left turn for the Romance category, which is somewhat monogamy-oriented, so caveat emptor. As always, I appreciate all your feedback, and I hope this chapter lives up to the story so far. -Theworldspins ***** When it got dark, the...
***Author’s note: Thanks to everyone for the feedback on the first chapter. This chapter proceeds from Virginia’s point of view. As always, I appreciate votes and comments. -Theworldspins*** There must be some law that any party thrown by a sophomore chick has to have at least, like, three bottles of Malibu coconut rum. Virginia scrunched her face up when she took a sip of the ‘tropical’ concoction her friend Stacy passed her. She hated the taste of coconut. ‘This one’s from Madison,’...
Hello friends, this is Ajay. This is about how i had sex with my neighbour girl who is just 19 years old. My neighbour is a Orissa family who recently got a baby girl. Since both are working, my neighbour brought her sister to Bangalore. She is the heroine of the story. She is just 18 years old. But has a very good body & structure. She is definitely a virgin. The most beautiful asset of her body is her ass. Her ass is well shaped and tightly packed. I always had an eye on the girl from the day...
- Everlong -Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Don't rape people in real life,don't kidnap them and don't stick needles into them against theirwill.She's lying on a bed, naked, arms and legs spread. Coils of rope bindher hands and wrists to the posts of the bed. It is warm, almost hotin this windowless cellar, lit by countless candles of red and whiteon the floor, on shelves on the wall. Her body is stretched, her firmbreasts riding high, her skin golden in the...
When Times Are Toughby: counterparts199Mature audiences only - I'm a pacifist, and this is fantasy:"Times have been tougher. Since the nuclear wars society has rebounded and then stabilized. International treaty had hopefully made nuclear war a thing of the past. A rule of order has been established, creating strong senses of border, and allowing the full weight of a strong United Nations to come to bear on any nation crossing another's line. The only major exceptions are excessive...
CALONGE CUTIES AWESOME ATHLETIC SENSUAL SASKIA & MIGHTY MIND MARINACOME & SEE HOW HOT HORNY SEXY SASSY SASHA STEALS A SHOW FIRST FIVE M======================================================================CASUALLY CUNNING CUTIE SASKIA SMOKES WHEN WALKING TO THE SHORE & MECASUALLY SHE STARTS TO TRY HER HAND-STANDS RIGHT IN FRONT OF S.M. & MECLEARLY SHE SOLICITS SOME SUPPORT FROM ACROBATIC EXPERT PROF POET-PCLEARLY SHE SHOWS SURE SWIFT PROGRESS - POSES PROUD PUSSY...
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The First Mona Youngblood Story Mona Youngblood had a good view of her apartment from her hidden vantage point. Which is, of course, the point of hiding for advantage. Or, in this particular case, hiding for safety, since there was an intruder standing not six meters away from her. Having worked for several years on the fringes of society and the law, Mona had the foresight and the resources to extensively remodel this apartment. There was a very good wall safe behind an oil original in...
"When's the party?" my Mom asked. "The party's this Saturday," my 16-year old big sister Autumn answered. The party was next door at Savannah's house. She was 16 too. "Alright, you can go. You know that Dad and I will be at his business convention and we won't be home until very late." The convention center was a couple of hours away. "I know," said Autumn. "I was going to be bored at home all day so this gives me something to do." "And me too," I chimed in. Autumn frowned...
The second difference I recognized was sex. That realisation came while I was standing knee-deep in one of my favorite stretches of the ringriver. Just downstream of the canyonlands — what Mother called “antispinward”, opposite to the rotation of the ship — the river was dotted with a cluster of small islands planted with cherry trees. If you were daring enough, the island chain could be reached from the riverbank by leaping the foaming water via a series of broad flat rocks. Every 120 days...
After a decade of daily travel Zuri and I were intimate with every bank and island of the river. Our bare feet had trod its thirty-kilometer circumference multiple times, leaving both of us aching to adventure farther. Finally yielding to our demands, Mother led us along an antispinward stream feeding the ringriver, heading towards the bow. The air was cool, carried on a low headwind that pushed constantly against my face, pebbling my skin with gooseflesh. Crisp, dry brown foliage snapped...
Five kilometers above the night-darkened lake, the last set of fireworks launched themselves from the spindle of darkened moonline. As we watched, the tiny dots of light descended through the atmosphere, splitting into thousands, then millions of autonomous fragments, forming a spinning accretion disk of brilliant color that stretched across our home from one side to the other. The vast display pulsed, colors rippling out through each fragment, reflected in the water below, illuminating the...
My lessons began to diverge from Zuri’s a year after our first dive in a takamakura. While my sister continued to learn whatever interested her, my sessions increasingly became focussed on urban planning, stellar cartography, environmental stewardship and resource allocation. The more I resisted the flow of information, the more overt the lessons became, like fighting a remorseless current. Eventually, it was easier to give in. In reward the infinite space within the takamakura began to...
“You are homo liberas. You will never grow sick, never wither or fade.” Standing on the cliff face, skin gleaming in the mist of the waterfall that thundered over the lip of dark brown rock at our feet, the words of our mother had the cadence of a rite. It was the morning of our fourteenth birthday. We had arrived at the falls after walking most of the night, reaching the top just as the lightline began to glow into dawn. The higher elevation of the upper summerland plains dropped...
Soft, blue light played over Zuri’s bare stomach from the factotum’s cupped digits as she lay back on the grass. It was impossible to believe that a baby could exist in her flat, firm belly, but there it was, projected and magnified in a hologram above her navel: two tiny yolk sacs with their fetal poles. Twins. I held Zuri’s hand, breathless in wonder, feeling her hand squeeze mine tightly. “That’s us,” she whispered. “We’ve always been a fecund species,” our mother said, then blinked. “I...
Lying on her side under the shade of a river birch, the dark round hill of Zuri’s belly moved slightly with each slow, deep breath as she slept. Passing high above us, a long white wisp of visibly curved cirrus cloud momentarily dimmed the sunline, stilling the whirring sounds of insects. Spinward, the closest building of the polis remained a quarter of the way up the cylinder. Compared to the nomadic adventures of our childhoods, we’d been making very slow progress along the ringriver...
19 YAL Our wanderings became circumscribed by our daughters. Ananya and Hotene, names we had chosen from the Old Sol cultures associated with their phenotypes, largely slept when we did. Thankfully, they usually went down at around the same time, after Hotene’s nightly fight; the staggered circadian rhythms that kept our sleepless human ancestors on guard at the mouths of their caves were synchronized in homo liberas twins, repurposed to Longshot’s watches. Our family expanded to three...
20 YAL At first our mother’s departure felt much like the trips she had taken in the past when Zuri and I were children. But as the days of her absence continued, we realised that she wasn’t coming back. “Daddy?” Ananya’s high voice piped above my head as she swayed side to side on my shoulders. “Yes, sweetheart?” “How many stars are there?” My eldest daughter – Ananya had emerged into the world two minutes before her sister – had recently become obsessed with counting and numbers....