Sexy Scribe

I live in a two-bedroom apartment with three of my friends, my roommate is also my best friend since the second year. The two rooms are master rooms, we have a third bathroom of the kitchen that comes a lot, all accoutrements, inside, outdoor pools, laundry service, full gym with just about every machine known to man, you get the photo. I don’t remember who came with the idea of sharing our money and living as queens, but it really worked well for us, especially the fact that we have twenty four hours of security service and no one can enter the door without the approval of the tenant and I.D. My roommate and best friend, Toni and I had started making bets in high school on the result of TV shows and things like that and the winnings increased last year. We do this once a week and a few weeks ago, I won, our roommates worked late, so I did to Toni make dinner and serve me in the nude, which was very fun for me and as it turned out, as for Toni. I broke her ass a few times when she served me, I rubbed her ass and when I asked about the desert, Toni put me in the mouth, telling me to enjoy the desert. To not be overwhelmed, I took her nipples in my mouth and sucked on it, making me realize why men loved our tits, it was very pleasant. The next week, I won, made Toni give me a bath and shave. Next week, Toni won and she never said a word about the salary, really asking me what was in store for me. We were watching TV, all four of us, Toni said it was late, looked at me, crumbled my finger so I could follow and I knew it was time to pay.

“I feel a little strange about how he massages me…” Kay, the mother, was preparing for her bath, quietly speaking with her husband Jim. He was behind her and she was undressed. He ran his fingers in his naked back. He had showered and now waited for him to swim and then join him for an adult sexy scene in the room. They stood outside the bathroom where the water drew in the bath and where, soon, she called her son Sammy to enter and wash her back, then move into her breast and slowly wash each breast, massage them so that she would become wet and hot, eager to fuck with Jim.

Beverly was from Iowa. Eighteen and nine in town. She didn’t make a lot of friends, she said, ‘cause she wasn’t used to going out at night. I met her on the bus while we went to work. We stopped at the same stop. Although she was a little younger than me (I am 42) we seemed to hit him. She was a deliciously refreshing change of some of the more jaded women I know. Yet, my feelings towards her were not entirely paternal. She was very fine, with short blonde hair and blue eyes that I’ve never seen. Because of its thin light frame, her breasts were small enough. I was looking forward to seeing exactly how small it was. She had 5'8" tall and her legs were beautiful. She looked like a ballerina. The long thin legs disappear in the tightest little round background you can imagine.

Joni and I were married several years when the subject of black men came first. She told me one night, while we fucked, that she fantasized about kissing a black man very well suspended. She said she’d always wondered if what they said about black men’s dicks was true. I told him what I saw in the showers on board while I was in the Navy. Some of these guys had dicks that would make a green horse with desire. It really pushed her. She got on my dick, shut her eyes and put my brain on me. I could say by her frenetic rhythm that she thought about what I told her.

I guess my sex life started one day in the summer of my thirteenth year while I was doing my chores. I was in my brother’s room that kept his clothes clean, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so big about things like that, I pulled them and went to my room. I closed and locked my door, then sat on my bed and started looking in the magazines. There was a photo of naked or semi-nudes girls in erotic poses, and reader stories about their various sexual exploits. After reading and looking for a while, I started thinking that if sex was as exciting and mysterious as these magazines did to be, then maybe I was missing (I guess for the first time I was getting excited). I started wondering how my body compared to the girls’ bodies in the pictures, so I removed my clothes and sunk before my full mirror with the magazines broadcast in front of me. I look pretty good. My hair was long on my shoulders and brown, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot shape was smooth and firm with the young. In the summer, I was tanned a rich brown outside of the milky white triangles on my smooth round ass, soft blonde pussy, and pit, boobs size fishing.

Joanna rose along the dark streets while she ran home, her heart beating and the burning lungs of effort. The rubber soles of his sneakers hit the shiny, wet and wet sidewalk of a sudden rain. A few drops were still falling. The girl was grateful for the raindrops that had amortized her hair and her shirt. With luck, she could tell her mother that the wet spots on her shirt were just rain.

My best friend’s mother was the last thing I could think of when I went home. I rang the door and she answered the door. I asked him if his son, Tom, was there. She said I missed him, as he left with a girl and they were gonna hit the mall.

She said I didn’t need to leave because she just made a coffee pot and invited me to a cup. She worked in one of the city’s hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she worked another double-quarter. She smiled and said without a second paycheck to help pay the bills, she needed to work every hour she offered. While I took my cup of coffee, I told her that her feet had to kill her. She said she was in a hurry and went to work in her heels. I told her every male patient had to enjoy seeing her. She said it would have been her day if it were the situation, but with the exception of an OD, all her patients during the quarter were women.

Tim was on his back. Naked, he was lying in one of the plastic chairs. With his wife on a shopping trip and children at school, he felt comfortable enough to come back for a little fun.

He had recently been won in some solo water sports, using his pee as lube for a kinky masturbation session. While he was fantasy, he remembered with scrupulous the first days of marriage, when his wife Dee was open to new adventures. Unfortunately, fifteen years had elapsed, and if it were children, of time, or that the average old belly that had developed on them both, it had gotten less and less adventurous.

I know a guy isn’t supposed to think of his sister as a woman, much less kissing, but how many guys come home to find their sisters on the four, blowing a guy while another fuck her from behind?

Leslie is a younger year than I, so, just nineteen, and she has, frankly, a fantastic, fucking body. I mean, she’s got big breasts, long legs prefected, and a ass that all the guys in our high school had waited.

I became a hot woman five years ago at the request of my divorced husband. During my adventures as a hot woman, I discovered a desire for a hot young cock. Tonight I wanted a young cock so I spent two hours preparing for the test.

A sensual hot oil bath, followed by a quick session with my chromed dildo, made the juices and hard nipples flow: just say that it put me in the right frame of mind! Then came the wardrobe: the “special” outfit for special occasions like these.