Over the months following her initial online debut Kelly was becoming very confident with herself and her abilities to entertain and to a certain degree control men. She was also coming to realize that there were ALOT of men who wanted to see her in leather and latex in addition to her usual lingerie. She decided to add some pieces to her wardrobe and they were well received. It seemed that this group would just shell out the coins if she barely touched herself and they liked to be told what to do. Over time she found herself mainly wearing latex gloves & stockings, pvc corsets and leather of all designs.
Sarah and Liz were two 18 year old schoolgirls all decked out in their green blazers, green skirts, green leotards, white collared shirts, green socks, and black shoes. Liz was medium skin toned, medium tits with sharp pointing nipples, brown hair, brown eyes and a slender build. Sarah was a redhead with big tits, fair freckled skin, athletic body from gymnastics and blue eyes.They were both rich one a daughter of a lawyer and the other a daughter of a prison warden. They were coming home one September day late from school due to working on a project. The Catholic School was strict and the two young ladies were well disciplined. They were walking on a nature trail to go home when Liz had an ...
It was a cold rainy day, myself Sasha and Jane had the Friday off school so we did what anyone our age would do, we wen't and hung around the shops.Afterwards we were having a sleep over at my place. Mum and Dad were going out so it was going to be fun times. I must admit it was pretty boring so we decided to check out some of the more unusual shops in the back streets "Oh thats have a look in here." Said Jane pointing to a shop that sold whichcraft items. We entered the small musty smelling store and looked around. In the store there was a woman behind the counter talking to another potential customer.
My cousin and i had the typical relationship. We never really hugged each other or said i love you to one another. One day we were at my grandmothers house. Her grandmother and my grandmother are sisters. We would always go to the basement and watch tv because it was a old house and there was nothing much to do. At that age we were both sexually curious. I had tried masturbation as every teen boy has. My cousin and i were rough housing and wrestling on the ground and i accidentally grabbed a hold of her breast. She was shocked and so was i. I didnt know what to say but i released it quickly. At that time i was ridiculously horny. So i tried grabbing it again.
A few years ago we moved to a small Illinois town just outside of Scott Air Force Base. Everyone in town was friendly and the wife seemed to enjoy it. My wife and I were in our late 40's at the time. She had met the mail man a few times as he put the mail in the box outside our front door. She told me he was a good looking younger guy and he always made it at point to hand her the mail if she opened the door to get it. He'd make small talk and check out what she was wearing that day. She loves to wear shear tops and tight skirts just to show off and get reactions from some of local guys.
Often in life you meet that woman you dream about fucking, yet you know you never will. Then life throws a few twists at you and all of a sudden you find yourself with your stiff cock spewing cum into her. You are in heaven, then you start thinking of the many times you will enjoy that pussy only never to get near it again.Ok, you think that I was a bad fuck or something. No not at all.They disappear, move on or out of your life. Maybe you were just there at that one special moment. Ok, maybe you made sure you were around for that one special moment of hers when she would drop her defenses. Through many conversations, you laid the groundwork so you could lay her. Then the defenses go back up...
A couple of years ago, it became time to get rid of all of Cindy's sexy pics. I guess I should call them sexually explicit pictures, or fuck pix. Sexy pictures are of a girl in a bikini. Cindy was not wearing a bikini or anything else in most of these photos. If anything was worn, it didn't cover the view of either her tits, nor her pussy. Those pictures, at times, also involved a cock or two buried in her . I know that Cindy started to enjoy putting cocks in her ass too, but given that was not my thing I didn't take any pictures of that. I'm sure other people did though especially when there was one cock in her ass and another in her pussy. Cindy's pictures were definitely sexually explicit...
Gwen spent the next day at home. Although her head had cleared, her ass was still quite sore. She called into the Doctor for an appointment to get checked out. Her feeling that she had been violated was becoming more than just a vague suspicion. She thought that perhaps she had been raped, but by whom and with no evidence to prove it and no clue about who her attacker might be, could do little about it. There was little point in telling the police. When the doctor asked her if she had had anal sex recently, the suspicion turned into anger as the certainty that she had been raped became obvious. Suddenly, her erstwhile safe haven of her home did not feel as safe as it had.
DS Oliver sat at his desk, a second cup of coffee going cold in a Styrofoam cup, a skin forming on the surface. He cleared a space, lent back in the chair and put his crossed feet up, his hands clasped behind his head, eyes half closed as he thought about the case.He had read the diary from cover to cover. He was disgusted at the putrid mind of the Janitor and his complete lack of regard for the women in his block. He thought that the rest of the residents had had a lucky escape by not being attractive to the little worm.Only, he wasn't so little was he? Certainly, he was above average height with a power to weight ratio that would be more than enough to subdue most women.
It hadn't been a typical Monday at work. A fire alarm had seen the entire university outside, standing in the rain while the fire brigade searched the building in vain for the cause. She and her colleagues got soaked in the drizzle and knew they had the rest of the day to get through in damp clothing. It didn't help her mood in the least.The drizzle didn't let up thorough the day. Her clothes were sticking to her, clinging and uncomfortable, when she arrived home. The door was still closing as she began to strip sodden layers off, leaving a trail of wet clothes in her wake. The shower ran nice and hot. Steam filled the bathroom and in crazy rivulets, ran down the glass of the cubicle.