Sexy Scribe

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.

It all started in my first year of high school. I just had a car and found other friends like that. I’m not gay. I have a beautiful girlfriend I love with all my heart.

Let me talk to you about me, I got 6'3’’ out of 200lbs. I’m really proud to say pure muscle. I’ve only got 12 percent of body fat, I’ve been going to a gym for three years straight 6 days a week. I have blond blue eyes and brown skin all year round. What is difficult to live on Long Island.

I spent a lot of time when I was taking the shower. I know my mom and sister knew what I was doing in there, but nobody ever told me. I was a great boy well built with a high sex drive at a very early age and an 8" dick I played with 5-6 times a day. My mother, younger sister (14 more months) & I all lived in a small house in the mountains of Santa Monica. Dad left us right after Jan was born. My mother was only 15 when she had me and never really was a parent in our lives. Mom was in nature and the clothes were not needed at home when we were the only ones there.

The mistress said, girls, welcome to this great academy. Your only purpose in this course is to form this animal on which I am sitting. Each of you would have as many chances as you want to use it as a slave. It’s up to each of you to train it properly. Once you have it, you can do anything, absolutely with its body. I will watch each of you as you manipulate it and the girl who gets the highest points, will bring it back where she wants and keep it there until she decides to leave it.