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Breakfast with Tiffany Part 1

Breakfast with Tiffany (Part 1) The nature of my work required me to travel. When I was younger the novelty of travelling, and being paid for it, was exciting and had a certain holiday feel about it but now it was just boring and I longed to get home and get back to the routine of a home life. I was on the second day of a three-day trip to Amsterdam and I had decided to avoid the obvious tourist attractions of the red light district and the coffee shops and have a quiet night with a meal and a...

Breakfast at McDonalds

Paul was sitting in his usual spot at his usual McDonald’s, reading the Morning News and eating his usual breakfast – a Sausage McMuffin with Egg, hash browns, two milks, and a large coffee that he would take with him to school. Paul was thirty-nine – still ten years away from middle age, he told himself – and alone. His brief marriage, to a sweet and lovely woman who turned into a cast-iron bitch before the wedding cake was stale, was far behind him. He had had a few involvements since, but...

Breakfast with Tiffany Part 2

Breakfast with Tiffany (Part 2) I awoke with a start and looked to the bedside table where the hotel had placed a digital alarm clock with green glowing numbers. 5:59 and I needed the bathroom. The room was completely dark and I swung my legs off the bed and, remembering the layout of my room headed for the bathroom sporting a piss proud cock. I hit the wall with a bang. “Fuck!” I said. “What the hell?” An energy saving light blinked on, dim at first but slowly growing brighter. I looked...

Breakfast

Lily lay quietly under the sheets, her chest rising and falling as she slept. I watched her sleep for a time, savoring the memories of last night’s passion. It would be so easy to crawl between her legs and lick her to wakefulness. But I decided to let her sleep a bit longer, and slipped quietly from the bed. The tile felt cool under my toes and I felt the warm sunshine pouring through the skylight as I walked nude to the refrigerator. Strange to feel these things so intensely now when I’d...

Breakfast With Mom

After a long time I am back on writing stories hope you all will like it. I woke up that morning from hearing the front door slam shut. The alarmclock on my nightstand was only half past seven, and I remember thinking it strange that someone was up and about, much less leaving the house, that early on a Saturday morning. I got out of bed and looked out the window, and I saw my father get into his car and drive off. Judging by the look on his face and his vivid movements, he seemed really angry....

BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY S

BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'SThe following is a true story that actually happened to me. I am really not fucking concerned whether you believe it or not. I just feel it needs to be told...for anyone willing to listen. It begins in the hallowed halls of Central High School, where I attended.There was this girl named Tiffany, whose guts I absolutely fucking hated and believe me the feeling was mutual. As far as looks go Tiffany and I were about dead even. As far as popularity goes, (I may have been...

Breakfast Blow

It happens... Married couples fight. After years of avoiding it, my wife and I succumbed to the inevitable and had it out over sex. She had been running hot and cold and it was driving my nuts. Especially the lack of head. Oh well. It was stupid and entirely my fault.In the midst of this multi-day fight I stopped at a local breakfast place and over a glass of iced tea noticed this new waitress eyeing me a little. Nothing overt, just looking. My ego needed stroking and I found myself flirting....

Breakfast of Champions

It was my third weekend in the city and my new roommate Tom walked through the door with a case of 24 beers and 3 joints.“If you don’t have plans we can get fucked up and enjoy the Mad Max trilogy.”Having no other plans I agreed; the new job was stressful and I needed to blow off a little steam.Partway through the third film, the last of the beers was gone and the pot was smoked. I was dozing off, barely able to keep my eyes open. “Hey man I’m sorry I’m gonna crash,” I said. “Can’t stay awake.”...

Breakfast Fuck with My Young Son

I divorced my husband when our son was only 6 years old. He remarried and our son lived with me. After my divorce, my boyfriends come and go. I finally had a long term relationship with a guy but then we broke up after 2 years. My son had just turned 15. I remembered it was a Saturday at my baby sister’s wedding and I had a lot to drink. My girlfriend took me home and I told I was fine and asked her to just leave me. But I ended up going into the wrong room, my son’s room. My vision was very...

Breakfast To Lunch With Neighbor Aunty

Hi. This is Suman from Guntur of Andhra Pradesh. In this story i want to explain you my sexual encounter with a hot aunt who resides in my building down stairs. As it is first time to write a story please excuse for mistakes. First let tell about me and my aunt. I am 30 years old married person with good looks. On the first floor i live with my wife. Hence we are newly married we don’t have children. We are happy couple and have no problems. Recently a family has taken the down portion for...

Breakfast

I wake up in the morning, as I gain my bearings I realize that you're not beside me anymore. I shake my head as I sit on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor, still naked from last nights activities. I stand up and stretch my morning hard on, pointing straight out. I leave my room, and hear you moving around in the kitchen. I walk in, seeing you looking through the cupboards for food, and gaze at your bra and panty covered body. I shake my head, 'What a waste.' wondering why you bother to...

Breakfast with Tiffany Part 1

Breakfast with Tiffany (Part 1) The nature of my work required me to travel. When I was younger the novelty of travelling, and being paid for it, was exciting and had a certain holiday feel about it but now it was just boring and I longed to get home and get back to the routine of a home life. I was on the second day of a three-day trip to Amsterdam and I had decided to avoid the obvious tourist attractions of the red light district and the coffee shops and have a quiet night with a meal and a...

Breakfast

Lily lay quietly under the sheets, her chest rising and falling as she slept. I watched her sleep for a time, savoring the memories of last night’s passion. It would be so easy to crawl between her legs and lick her to wakefulness. But I decided to let her sleep a bit longer, and slipped quietly from the bed. The tile felt cool under my toes and I felt the warm sunshine pouring through the skylight as I walked nude to the refrigerator. Strange to feel these things so intensely now when I’d...

Breakfast at Sue 8217 s

I awoke with a hangover headache, not knowing where I was. There was a woman snoring next to me. I looked. Thick, long, black hair. Really thick. Memory came flooding in. I’d done it again, gone home from a party with some girl. She had been eyeing me all night, but I hadn’t thought her very interesting. Normally I’m wild about oriental women, but this one seemed kind of lifeless. She was large, for a Chinese girl [for that’s what she turned out to be; Chinese American]....

Breakfast on the Porch

On the front porch, Hanna was kneeling down, sucking her Uncle’s cock. Swirling and sucking the head before licking the underside of his cock. Fondling his balls, she made love to his cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, sucking his cock like a pussy. Up and down his fat cock, sucking him deep inside her throat. “Ah, just like that. Your one sick little girl, sucking your own Uncle’s cock.” He groaned. Letting go of his cock with a “pop!” She got up. “Says the pervert who rapes teen girls....

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