I felt the cool water envelope my body as I dove into the pool. The water felt so good after the workout I had just completed at the gym. It was my routine, every morning at six, workout, swim, shower, and then head to my class. Such was the schedule of this college girl. I went under the water and just enjoyed the weightless feeling I always loved. Two, then three, and soon I had made twenty laps. I heard the whistle and glanced up at the life guard. I always enjoyed looking at him; he had such a sexy body. He was around six foot with dark hair and gorgeous brown eyes that could make a girl dream about him.
Dave was feverishly finishing up a project presentation in his home office while his wife was upstairs cleaning their son's room and making his bed. They had gotten the call from Alan last night that he and his girlfriend were coming home from college for a weekend visit. Alan was a good kid, he got moderately good grades, played on the college lacrosse team, and usually called home regularly. These calls always had the same format - talk to his mother for a while, say "hi" to his father, then ask his dad for money. For Dave, the format was the same too, he would ask about Alan's grades, ask about lacrosse, go to the bank the next day to deposit a pile of money into his son's account.
I am of a size that makes me unattractive to most males. Mr.Gorgeous was occupying the chair next to me at the cinema and like me obviously alone. He looked like he was born naturally healthy and active with a metabolic rate that ensured that he always kept slim and trim. Add to it some serious work in the gym so that slim and trim had become hard and muscular. With six feet of planes and angles he should be a bit contemptuous of those who could not control their weight and fat. He should have his pick of females and I am sure generally chose the svelte and sexy rather than the rounded and homely.
After the hot drive home and the grand entrance into the back yard we finally make it inside. Clothes half on and half off I grab some cans out of the fridge and make my way to the lounge room to crank the music up. He goes to the bathroom and comes back with his jeans back on and a t-shirt. I have made an attempt of sorts to get some sort of clothing on, making sure that it is something with easy access to both my tits and my pussy, after all we both know that the night is still so very young. I look at the clock ..it's only 8.30. We sit on the couch, but not right next to each other. We leave a gap like we usually do.
I went to pick him up from his place that night. It was a warm summer night, perfect for a nice cruisey drive. I always enjoyed the drive, the anticipation of the night before me always made me extremely horny. I would have a can or two of bourbon while I was driving just to calm my nerves and get me into the party spirit. I would also take a joint with me so we could share it when we were almost at my place. He got in the car, gave me a quick kiss hello and then we were off. He wasn't anything to rave about, average looks, average height but he made me sot fucking horny it wasn't funny! He had already had a few drinks so he was nice and happy and relaxed. I wasn't quiet there yet.
Everyone knew what time she entered the building but never knew what time she left. The scent she wore was soft but very alluring. Mocha skin tone with long dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a smile that would light up a room. People couldn't help but greet her every time she came into the building. She only wore platform shoes to work and had a mean walk. She was the only female at the office who wore platform heels. The outfits that she always wore short & tight. Guys in the office turned their heads when she walked passed looking at her small waist, long lean sexy legs, and ass that had guys lost for words. The bra she wore barely held her large melon breast.
I grew up on a 5,000 acre ranch in California. My dad worked on the ranch which had around 200 families. It was 1963.My mom stopped by my aunt's house on the way home from the hospital after visiting my dad who had recently suffered his second a stroke. It was the long Memorial Day weekend. I happened to be there visiting my cousins, four boys then three girls. I was a normal young buck teen and Norma, the oldest girl, was a couple of years younger. I had the use of a 1949 Ford coupe.As she got ready to leave she asked if Norma, the oldest girl cousin, could stay with us to keep my mom company until my dad got out of the hospital in a couple of days. My aunt told her she could and they decid...
A true tale about my sexual awakening and the joy of masturbation. The start of a journey of sexual pleasure and adventures that would become my life. When I was younger I had no idea of what I could do sexually. Sex was just sex, although I thoroughly enjoyed it, once I knew what I could do with my pussy I started to enjoy it even more. I remember being at a girlfriends house with her and her husband. I must have been about 23, maybe a bit younger. We were just sitting around have a few drinks, chatting and laughing. Before I knew it we were watching porn. More for giggles then anything, but if they only knew how much this night would change my sexual experiences forever.
Told you this was fantasy, didn't I? After the loss of her job and her buying a Trailblazer ticket, Jane found herself in Rwanda with a company of scientists, studying forest gorillas. On her first day there, she had been very badly bitten by Soldier Ants. A guide called Abou had taken her back to the base camp, but she couldn't complete the journey and he had decided to leave her while he went for help. While he was away, a huge, silver backed male gorilla had taken advantage of her weakness and used her for his own pleasure. Jane had been scared stiff at first, but soon found that she liked the gorilla's massive cock inside her and decided that she wanted more.
The remainder of the voyage passed by timelessly. It might have been the six weeks it actually was, or six months or years or just a few minutes. Someone marked the days at sea on the base of the mast where it was founded in a complicated joint to the keel board. Victoria didn't bother to look or count the groups of four vertical lines with a diagonal slash across for each completed set. Her passage of time on the voyage was taken up, either sitting alone and silently at the far end of the hold that held just over half of the original cargo, or being violated by her captor who had chosen her body for his own pleasure.