Northern Winds
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The cool wind blew in through the open window slowly, gently caressing her bare back till she awoke with a shudder. The nights had gotten crisper in this Northern region than what she was used to. She jumped up out of bed to close the window and couldn’t help but lovingly admired the moonlight that was splashing over the view of his nakedness. His breathing was even and rhythmic as he lay in a deep sleep. Her heart fluttered as the memories from earlier that evening flooded her mind. She took in a deep breath and held it for a moment, letting the warm sensations spread over her body once again.
Northern LightsAuthor: MorlockEdited 061712---------------PrologI'm not sure who I am writing this for, but up here, the nights are long and the entertainment is strictly whatever a person can come up with. Like most Sourdoughs, reading is popular to fill up the hours so I am not completely uneducated, although I have to say that my attention span in school was not the best in the class. Of course, the preferred entertainment to fill up leisure hours is to lay on top of the opposite sex,...
This is a romance with a touch of loving wives in the mix. Many thanks primarily to Dinsmore and also Crazysoundguy for patience and expert help and advice with edits and writing. As per usual, the characters are invented and bear no intentional resemblance to actual persons alive or deceased. All intercourse is consensual and between individuals over the age of eighteen. This is a story about chasing inner peace after escaping a flawed relationship and lifestyle to a simpler, more compatible...
This is a true story about one thing that I thought would never happen to me. I had been living in London for six months and thought it was about time I should see more of the place. So on a sunny Sunday afternoon I went wandering. I boarded the Northern Line train and found I was the only person in the carriage. It stayed this way for three stops until Jana stepped aboard. She looked up and down the carriage. I was expecting her to leave or sit well away from me but no, this well toned...
Cara stepped onto the packed subway carriage and was immediately enveloped in the cram of bodies pressing into her from every angle. She reached down and readjusted her skirt, a tiny purple number which hinted at the bottom of her perky ass cheek. Underneath she was wearing a white thong, already damp in anticipation. She scanned the carriage discretely and looked for her companion. She had no idea what he looked like, with only vague descriptions to go by. She'd wanted it that way, wanted the...
AnalThis is a true story about one thing that I thought would never happen to me. I had been living in London for six months and thought it was about time I should see more of the place. So on a sunny Sunday afternoon I went wandering. I boarded the Northern Line train and found I was the only person in the carriage. It stayed this way for three stops until Jana stepped aboard. She looked up and down the carriage. I was expecting her to leave or sit well away from me but no, this well toned...
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EroticEight year old Jennifer Daley hated being in church. What Jenny – as she was called by her mother and her friends – especially hated about church was the ancient, uncomfortable pews. It felt like she was sitting on concrete and whenever she moved around to stop her bottom from falling asleep, the scratchy, smelly cushion that stretched across the long pew would slip about and her mother would give her an angry look and tell her to stop squirming. Swinging her legs or folding paper airplanes out...
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Cara stepped onto the packed subway carriage and was immediately enveloped in the cram of bodies pressing into her from every angle. She reached down and readjusted her skirt, a tiny purple number which hinted at the bottom of her perky ass cheek. Underneath she was wearing a white thong, already damp in anticipation. She scanned the carriage discretely and looked for her companion. She had no idea what he looked like, with only vague descriptions to go by. She’d wanted it that way, wanted the...
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Kettle full and bubbling, Matt sat and played the piano to her. Mia loved it when Matt played, it made her feel part of something special. The couple made their way upstairs. Mia took the lead so she could let Matt get a good look at her sexy, curvalicious body. She knew this would get his mind racing. As usual she took a long look in the mirror trying to re-do her windswept hair, although she knew there was no point as he loved her hair natural in every way. Matt crept up behind her and...
Kettle full and bubbling, Matt sat and played the piano to her. Mia loved it when Matt played; it made her feel part of something special. The couple made their way upstairs. Mia took the lead so she could let Matt get a good look at her sexy, curvalicious body. She knew this would get his mind racing. As usual she took a long look in the mirror trying to re-do her windswept hair, although she knew there was no point as he loved her hair natural in every way. Matt crept up behind her and...
Straight SexThen--there was suddenly a lot of change for the people I knew. (At the Oguni Clinic.) Kaoru: You're going back to Aizu?! This is so sudden... Megumi: I didn't really decide suddenly. I've always been thinking of opening a clinic where I grew up. Now that this whole thing is over, and Ken-san and Yahiko are better, I've decided to leave Tokyo in a week. Kaoru: Kenshin... Kenshin: It will be a little lonely here without you, Miss Megumi, but this is something you've chosen to do...
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Hi. I feel I’m a lucky guy in the world because on 26/07/2016 I met a Australian lady in ITC Windsor and had a awful fun. By the way my name is Shree from Bangalore 20 year old. Looks normal, athlete , I have already been in relationship with a lady near my locality too. So things happened like this. Even though I am in a relationship with a lady I wanted try some other things. So posted a add on Craigslist in search for a right person. Once in a two days I was reposting my add in the site. At...
Hi. I feel I’m a lucky guy in the world because on 26/07 I met a Australian lady in ITC Windsor and had a awful fun. By the way my name is Sree from Bangalore 20 year old. Looks normal, athlete body. I have already been in relationship with a lady near my locality and I have posted that story too. But this was different one. This is my 3rd experience I’m posting here and real too. Would like to see readers feedback on So things happened like this. Even though I am in a relationship with a lady...
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I met Lisa on a dating site for married people. I always knew that I wasn’t the only person in a sexless marriage but I had no idea how many were out there. I met some nice women on the site but I also had some strange and some scary moments. There was the cop husband who hacked into his wife’s e-mail and threatened to find me. One of the most surprising was a gorgeous brunette who was young enough to be my daughter. She wanted me to buy her a car in return for whatever favors I wanted her to...
ExhibitionismWe fade in on our darkened bedroom set – just about able to make out the outline of the old bed ... Then the lights click on, and we see the bed in its full glory ... Or perhaps that should be its complete lack of glory. We pause long enough to marvel at the depravity of it all – this cum-stained mattress that girls have been squirting all over, cover torn, springs exposed. It’s just ugly. We hear the click-click of heels on concrete – slow, long, confident strides ... Then pan around to see...
I approach the threshold of the door. Within seconds it is technically open wide enough for me to squeeze through. As I traverse the gap I have to pull my breasts to the side in order to flatten my chest and create the necessary space. There is literally no time to waste. Once outside, I look from side to side first, checking the illuminated space by the walls, hoping in vain that maybe he just desperately needed to relieve himself, or something else stupid and obviously untrue.Come on. ...
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Title: Seduced by the Wind Author: Ella AshgroveShe could feel his presence - his eyes watching her from afar while the shadows dancing along the nearby brick buildings kept his identity a mystery. As a gentle breeze travels through the night sky, she hears her name being whispered “Katie.” Not knowing if it was hearing her name or the coolness of the night air, a shiver runs down her spine as she continues her “ritualistic” nightly walk from class to her dorm room.The heels of her shoes making...
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I’m out of breath. That was extraordinary. Fuck, that was intense. I don’t know when the last time I came like that was. I’m not even sure I have. ‘Overwhelmed’ is an inadequate word for what I am right now. I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t think. My senses are stopped cold. A number of seconds pass before I am even able to comprehend my surroundings, let alone contemplate what just happened.Smiling at me from behind a mask of still hot cum, Emily says “We can let you rest a while longer,...
MasturbationI'd been chatting with a few guys on the porn site and had several offers to meet up, which I declined. And then I got an offer which for some reason intrigued me. He was a five hour train ride away which promised an extra sort of anonymity. It seemed a chance to go and do something reckless. For once I actually started contemplating it.We both talked about rough sex and shared the same tastes in the porn we watched. Just thinking of getting on that train heading south turned me on.All of...
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Eight Months To The Wind The linens slid away as Cass walked away from her bed. James was at work early, leaving her alone again. They were in another month now, and she still occasionally cried when he was not home, but today she was in a good mood. In the big closet, the three full-length mirrors beckoned to her, and Cass began posing like a pinup girl, giggling at the way she looked now. She began to feel sexier with each new pose, even if she was completely naked and eight months...
March 15th, 1995, 1:10 PM EST, Caldwell Limited, near Rochester, NY John Caldwell sat in a hot tub reflecting on how short life really was. He looked out at the still-grey world outside the glass enclosed room he sat in. It seemed like only yesterday, in some ways, that he married Gretel not too far from where he now sat. But it was 18 years ago! In September, his son George would be an adult. He had already graduated from high school, for crying out loud! Admittedly those 18 years were...
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