Sexy Scribe

Life is weird! As a great firm lawyer now doing pro bono work for the court, I met an old girlfriend; Actually, I had hoped she’d be my girlfriend in college.

Sally B was still beautiful at 35 and I recognized her first and when I said her name while she was sitting in my office, she laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I guess she couldn’t forget a skinny kid, little geek after all. Then we shared the usual stories of the past. Who married, divorced.

It was my first year in college when I got my first Big Black Cock. I remember the day I looked at the mirror in the bathroom and smiled at what I was looking at. A beautiful face with full lips and blue eyes and a head full of big blonde curls. I was dressed in a new tight skirt that I had just bought and a lovely little tank top. How sad I was to ruin such a cute outfit one boring night at my friend Neena’s. I didn’t have a bra and yet my incredible breasts hung perfectly with no sag tip. I passed my hands on the front of my shirt and on my nipples. I was so excited and stuck here with no man in sight.

I knew very soon that I didn’t make her happy. Our sex drives seemed out of sync. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.

When I left school and worked full time (two jobs), and she finished school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around emails to my friends and family, 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, supposed to be the “sensitive” as they drank and pursued men. She also spent many weekends out of town with her school clubs and visited her mother.

My wife is a charming woman, with long burning red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she has 5'8 with long legs in shape. Its silhouette is perfect with full and firm breasts measuring 39" that require a D-cup bra. His hips also measure 39" but there is no ounce of fat on it. She has the softest, tightest and rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Even though her broad hips give her a big ass, her small size of 24" ends on her hour glass silhouette.

When I left college, I graduated in photography, and I look forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that for every job, there were at least twenty qualified candidates. And my sex was certainly an obstacle, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became discouraged and desperate, and then I met Tish..

It was a model to come and we became fast friends. She was the one who suggested me take glamorous photos of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She felt that being a woman was an asset in glamorous photography. I hired a studio and while Tish was changing, I set up the dressing room dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but it was a very different Tish that came out. Talk about sexy black netting stockings, black lacy panties, a lacy frilly belt and high heeled shoes, a long rope of pearls around her neck, sticking on her breasts. “Like this?” She cleansed herself, waving her lips through the room. “Do you think they’re pretty sexy?” I whistled in recognition. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a sweet smell. If I were a man, I would have jumped on him. God!

Illeana is one of Bollywood’s hottest actresses. It was not only that, however, it was the way she smiled, the way she walked, and above all, her sexy and young throat. He must have had it. But how?

He’s been tracking her for months. He followed her in her big black van with tinted windows, always with binoculars of night vision ready. He watched it come and go from the different sets, restaurants and cafes, and even from his house and regular hotels. He took pictures of her and especially of her beautiful face and young throat. He put pictures in his van and in his little apartment. He knew what he wanted to do with her and he knew she wanted to, even if she hadn’t met him yet.

It happened in the mid-1990s, when I was dating a beautiful little biker girl. I was only in the biker scene, and I was a little young and naive, I guess. My then girlfriend, Jane, was already a long-time biker, in the rally scene too and had friends in many clubs. I loved her madly; She was an ex model, and was really sexy and small, with long dark hair and the most beautiful face imaginable, perfect little round tits and a slim and girly silhouette. However, she had a harder edge for her; She was quite outgoing and self-assertive, and had this kind of flirtation and jealousy about her that no man of red blood could fail to fall for.

She looked good in what she had. The shape of her body suggests she’s very sporty.

Her top was low enough to show her neckline in her well-proportional breasts. When she leaned, they almost seemed to fall.

The pants she wore were skin tight on her ass, and slightly rang her feet. She had a nice ass.

She was following me around the gym. After I finished on a certain machine, I was heading through the room to work on another muscle arm/shoulder. After a minute, she came to the machine right next to me. This has happened several times.

I met Jane on the Internet. At the time, we were both married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and useless to say that my sexual energies were beyond belief. An occasional glans in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was equal for the class. Jane was married to a very conservative man who essentially wanted sex with missionaries twice a week.

Jane and I had an online affair for 3 months and during these three months we explored our wildest sexual fantasies online. We thought we’d never meet, so we let ourselves go online. I write emails to Jane asking her to finish them. She’s already finished them. One of my fantasies was to be Dominate on Jane and make her do some slutty stuff. A fantasy I started was to take Jane to a sneaky club and make her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking all the guys in the club.

My new boyfriend asked me to go to dinner with two other couples at his friends’. He said they were doing this from time to time and trying to get dressed for it. I wore a nice “basic black” with a forehead that my boyfriend Dave liked to look down.

The party was fun, but nothing spectacular. The only thing of interest was when our host, Jim, talked about studying hypnosis while taking psyche classes at university. He asked me to let him hypnotize me, and feel a little wild, I left him. He held a diamond pin, and he lit the light in my eyes. He told me my eyes would follow him by moving him slowly. His voice spoke to me, gently and calmly, telling me that I was very relaxed and calm. Soon I was drifting, without worrying about anything, happy to do what he said. He put me well that the usual stage hypnosis tricks, smashing like a duck, not being able to fold my arm. He even had my body stiffened and put my head on a chair and my feet on another, had one of the other girls standing on my stomach. Very weird.