Navy recruit Brandi Fields lay in her rack quietly while the other recruits slept. The only others awake were the two on watch. One was Recruit Hanks and Brandi didn't know the other girls name. At the moment she was upset that she couldn't sleep. You would think being in boot camp would make you fall straight asleep every night, but apparently not. She had been laying down for two hours now. Her labido had always been strangely high for a female and at times only sex seemed to make her sleep. Back home her boyfriend use to sneak in her window nightly and rock her body into a sweet release. But here she lay. Hot, bothered and no male in the same room.
Woody Allen quote: "Don't knock masturbation; it's sex with someone I love" has a deep resonance with me. I am Katie LaSalle and I am studying Social Anthropology at Uni. It is fair to say that I am addicted to sex and have been so for a long time. I enjoy fucking boys and girls or if the opportunity arises both at the same time. However nothing beats making love to myself. Anything from a quick wank in the toilet to a long ride on my Sybian. Saturday is a special day for me. I make quick visit to the hairdresser and the local shops to buy any supplies I need, then the rest of the day is for myself. Twelve long hours of me time.
I come from India and have lived in the US for more than 25 years. During these years, I have worked very hard and made some wise investments and made a chunk of money. This is a story which is part real and part fantasy. If it offends some, please move over. My friend Rahul and his lovely wife Rohini a 33 yrs old and mother of his two kids were at my house for dinner. After the dinner, we sat in our study talking when he suddenly became serious and said - "Rohini and I are having some financial struggle and have not paid our mortgage for 3 months. The bank has sent us a repossession notice." I was shocked as Rahul had been a very well to do business person.
House music is overpowering me with its throbbing beat, the flashing lights and lasers disorientate me forcing me to squint against their glare. The place seems really full tonight; the dance floor is packed with clubbers and revelers. My head is spinning; I curse myself for drinking way too much Vodka knowing I've gone way over my limit. That coupled with the ecstasy pills we necked earlier in the night... Well I'm feeling pretty smashed to put it mildly. I've lost my friends in the thrum of the crowds around me and I panic a little inside as I realise I can't see them anywhere.
I woke up from my nap to find my mom caressing my chest and fondling my cock and balls.I was very content...content to be pretending that my mom was my (older) girlfriend, content that she was OK with this, the sun was shining, the waves were hitting the beach below, strangers invited themselves to have sex with us...content? Damn I was thrilled.Tina walked in through the sliding glass doors, wearing a bright, blue bikini top and a matching floral print wrap-around skirt."I hate to disturb you two," said Tina, "but Patti would like to see you, Brenda." Mom sat up -- her comfort with her nakedness was actually a turn on.
Kate and I had only been married about a year and a half, but we had always fit together perfectly. We always had an open mind when it came to sex, and we each enjoyed fulfilling each other's fantasies. One such fantasy was the idea of her being with two guys at the same time. We discussed it for more than two months before we decided to try to make it happen. The opportunity finally presented itself after we had hired a local man to do some landscaping around our house. The guy that came to work was about 24 years old and very handsome. As he worked, Kate made small talk with him and even caught him staring at her a time or two.
Lisa lay prone and sweating on the bed, legs splayed lewdly wet from perspiration. The heavy pant that issued from her mouth, the result of her lungs being crushed under the dead weight of her exhausted body, echoed in the large suite. Behind her stood Thomas, the man she barely knew but with whom these past few days she has spent in compromising position after position and doing things she had, until now, only read about. Yet she trusted this man not to kill her and leave her body beside the road a lifeless heap, much like she felt now. Now, after the second day here in this place they rented, were they truly able to let go.
Last summer my wife and I went back to my hometown for my 25th year HS reunion. We got to the hotel on Friday night and my wife was horny and we had a quick fuck before heading out to meet my old friends. There were 6 couples and my wife was the hottest and didn't mind dressing to show a little cleavage. On the way back to the hotel we went by the old theater on the edge of town and it had turned in to an x-rated movie theater. I joked with my wife about stopping in and she said sure but I kept driving. The next day we played golf with my old friends and then went to the reunion. We figured we had enough time with my old friends and it was getting lame so we headed out.
I was 18 and my cousin was 18 (second cousin... maybe doesn't even count as incest) and we had been pretty friendly while growing up and pretty confident that we could talk to each other about most shit when we could (she lived about 5 hours away). As younger kids we had played a bit of doctors and nurses etc as a lot of kids do but other than that we had a pretty regular cousin relationship. Anyway, my cousin was a bit of a tearaway who was going to parties with older people. She was a biggish girl but had a genuinely pretty face and big tits. One day her family visited mine around christmas time and she came in to my room to chat and see what was going on.
My name is Gerald and I have a story to tell, but before I do let me tell you a little about myself. I just turned 15 and I am a nerd, not that I want to be, but I just am, the educational system is boring to me and I usually excel in all my subjects, especially the sciences and math. I try not to stand out but I am compelled to do my best with my homework and exams and stuff. There is just something in my makeup that drives me, I can't explain. I'm 6 feet tall and weigh 147 pounds. I have brown hair and eyes and I wear glasses. Anyways, on to the story:I had worked on this project for the science fair for over two months and I was no where near where I needed to be at this point.