My name is Dan. I am a professional working at a large accounting firm in the Midwest. I had remained unmarried into my thirties partly because I didn't want to give up the variety of different women that I bedded and partly because I couldn't find a women that I was willing to wake up next to for the rest of my life.
Romona has a fear of heights. Also a fear of enclosed spaces. Can you imagine her horror then, of boarding a scenic elevator going to the top of New York's third tallest building? Only Romona has no idea how bad her fear of heights can be. Nor what being trapped in an elevator with her amorous boyfriend can lead to. This afternoon she will find out. So will her fellow passengers. Join Romona on her four-page odyssey of phobia busting. It was the tallest building Romona had ever seen.
I was young, just turned 19 and broke, with my friend Frank, here on the beautiful beaches of Ibiza, wearing nothing but a skimpy little string-bikini bottom. I did run away from the University, my parents good advices and the shitty German weather. It was beautiful here, but also expensive so our money didn't last but 8 days. I did hate the idea of leaving, crawling back to my parents and confess that I couldn't make it by my own. Fred wasn't any help either; I was very upset about him, how much of a big mouth he was, but only for hot air! I had to get rid of him somehow soon!!
Being that mom busy getting her daily dose of black cock,and getting fucked regurally, and Sis is now my slave whore,figured what the heck have fun with her ass too,She was over some of the guys was over Sooo!!!
I have to write this down as long as I still feel that special spunk in my sore pussy! Three days ago Ben took me to a Basketball Game in the London Basketball Arena. I've never been to one of those events, but I must admit, I enjoyed it very much. So, everybody that knows about my preference of big black men will understand why I got pretty wet soon after the game start. All those shiny black muscle wasn't the only reason, second was all the attention I got.
It had all been over so soon, Eric was making out with Donna in his bedroom when he pulled out a dildo. He'd found it in his sister's room the day before and really wanted to try it out on Donna. She was surprised, so much so that she walked out on him, it wasn't that Eric hadn't been to Donna's nether regions before, it was just that she had never seen a dildo before and wasn't comfortable with it. Eric's plan for the weekend had been ruined. His parents were gone and this was the weekend he would have fucked Donna's brains out, but it didn't look like that would happen now... Later that night Eric was on the couch watching some stupid shit on TV, trying to get Donna out of his head.
The high school I went to was divided almost 50 / 50 along racial lines. That is, about half the students were white, and about half were "Indo-Canadian", either Hindu or Sikh. This might seem a bit odd to any Americans reading this story, but I assure you that it's true in at least a couple of places on Canada's west coast, where immigration from India has been rapid in recent years. I wouldn't even mention it, except that when I started hanging out with Rina, I immediately took a bit of heat from our respective racial communities. My friends really gave me a hard time about hanging around with a "packie" girl. I didn't let it bother me too much, because I had a huge crush on Rina.
My wife is the type that could be called almost prudish in her sexual desires. When we met she was still a virgin, so everything she's learned about sex has been with me. I've tried to get her to loosen up, but it's been a long and tough process. She believed that sex was just a little foreplay and then intercourse. And no matter how much I tried to get her to loosen up, she always resisted. We had been married 10 years before I finally convinced her to give me the occasional blowjob. She thought it was disgusting, but finally relented when I convinced her how much I really wanted it. The thing is, she's really great at it. She sucks a cock like she was brought up on it.
My supervisor had warned me about the old military line, "What goes on TDY, stays TDY." He said it was something people hid behind to justify affairs and other things frowned upon by the military. Since I had only been in for a year and this was my first ever deployment, he wanted me to stay out of trouble. "Stay away from married women!" was his last warning as he booted me out the door of his office so I could get to the transport flying us out. I listened to him, but some of the married women had other thoughts in mind... ***By the time we landed overseas, I could already see several of the married women had removed their wedding rings and were flirting with the young airmen.
I was at a loss as to why I had been invited as a dinner speaker to a bunch of web page designers. It probably had something to do with the presentation I had done years earlier on characteristics of effective web-page design. I busily updated my presentation because I would do almost anything to stay at the Inn at Squaw Creek during ski season for free. I explained to my wife that I would be going to the conference mid-week for only one night so it hardly made sense for her to take the kids out of school. I packed up my ski equipment, laptop, projector, and, for some reason, my guitar. I hopped into my Ford Explorer at 5 the next morning, and bombed up to Squaw.