Sandwiched between two heavenly bodies when I was in college my height was 5'7? and weight 55 kgs. I was good looking. In our colony other than my family 3 more families were very close friend of us. Almost every Sunday every member of all the four families used to assemble at one place and enjoy the Sunday lunch. On one particular Sunday my parents went to attend one other social function and I was alone at home. As it was going to be very late I went to one of family to pass the time. The aunty was alone at home. She informed me that uncle is on tour and so she is alone, so she asked me to sleep at her home only. It started raining and soon the climate was very cool.
As Lilith return to her class room she sat down at her desk. The secret door in the middle of the room open and Jill came in still nude. She walk over and went threw a stack of papers need grade and pull one. She wrote on it and summons an owl to take it to the student. Lilith: what are u doing. Jill: I have a plan she smirk. We need to talk. An hour latter Lara came walking in. A tall blonde elf. She long pointed ears and a body that would make any super model worry . She a nice set of medium breast c size the were a little saggy. And a ass that made Jill horny for her. Her were a dark glowing green the was put anyone she wanted under her spell.
The reservation. The wedding had gone off without a hitch. Seamus and Colleen were now married and embarking on the rest of their lives. The church had been decorated out with beautiful flowers, the colour of her choice. Burgundy red roses mixed with cream coloured chrysanthemums. The service flowed and even the congregation had joined in with her chosen hymns. Better yet, the sun joined in and shone down on the happy occasion. Her dress had arrived on time and fitted perfectly. The groom looked immaculate in his tux and tripped over his vows where his nerves mangled his tongue in a mouth that was drier that the Sahara dessert. The lavish reception had been no less a success.
Selena felt a wave flood over her as she typed. She had wrote and rewrote her post. She still wasn?t sure about what she was doing, or why really. Except that all her friends seem to have found great sexual experiences. It was all they ever seemed to talk about. the three times she had sex were some of the worst experiences of her life. The one guy that she had gone home with from the bar was drunker than she thought. He had stunk, went limp very fast and he never did get hard again. The next guy was brutal and rough she was happy just to manage to escape from him. Maybe thats why she was so timid and shy with Wayne. she really liked him but she could tell she had disappointed him.
It is too hard to think of when this slow burn started, too hard to focus on fact while I lay next to you letting thoughts of you and me, secret thoughts of us, drift into and out of my consciousness. Wrapped into your embrace, I am musing silently beneath the star filled sky. It is that amazing time in the early morning, far before the garish sun is near to claiming the night; where I can close my eyes and inhale you... breathe you in with all of my senses. It is that perfect hour where I can let myself walk the too-thin line between anxious thought and deep, dark emotion.
I have to tell this story to someone, but have no one to tell it to. This is 150% true and happened on Sunday April 21, 2013. My husband decided he wanted to see me with another man. We ended up posting ads online to find a guy to fuck me. A guy in the Marines came across the ad, started emailing me and eventually talked me into coming over to his barracks late one night while my hubby was gone and without him knowing. This guy was so fucking hot that I just couldn't resist. He was very convincing as well. The Marine (we'll call him Ryan) was on decompression after a 7 month deployment to Afghanistan. He sneaked me up to his room and past his roommates very quietly. I sat down on his bed, to...
Ismira left the hotel quickly, not wanting her parents to see her dressed the way she was. she felt excitement, knowing she was breaking the rules, but she didn't care. tonight she would have actual fun.she hailed a cab and got in, she knew the cab driver was looking at her through the mirror, she didn't blame him. she was dressed like a slut, her long black hair was straight with nothing tying it down, her small see-through dress barely went halfway down her thigh, you could clearly see her bra through the see-through material of the dress and the G-string she wore clearly showed through the tight clothing "can you please take me to the nearest club?" she asked the cab driver.
I went out Friday night, I was bored and wanted to see if I could score. So I went into the dance club and tried four or five times to get up with one girl or another, nothing.
This story, to my shame, is absolutely true. To save embarrassment to Helen, I have changed her name and some of the smaller details that might give a clue to her real identity. I don't know who will read this and would hate for it to get back to her and cause any difficulties. I met Helen on line. Her handle was "Lady of Kent". The chat line was a free forum, I can't remember which one it was now and it doesn't really matter. Just that it was the vehicle that brought us together. We chatted over several months, slowly discovering little snippets about each other, developing an on-line friendship and enjoying each other's point of view.
The damp spot, again. Rachel stood in the middle of her living room, large eyes surveyed the furniture in a sweeping arc, taking in the expensive carpet, the beige leather sofa, coffee table with its customary one or two magazines carelessly strewn on the polished ash effect top. Jim's television sat brooding and silent in the far corner, silently observing her return to her home after so long. Her reflection dimly mirrored her image in the black glass. A still, thin figure, dressed in jeans and a shirt as it surveyed the room. The television was Jim's, he bought it on a whim, not discussing it with her, just rubbing his hands together like Uriah Heap in anticipation of the delivery truck.