Sexy Scribe

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.

I’ll never forget the night I had a friend’s party. Most of them were married. Their age was 16 to about 26. Most women had between 16 and 21. The party was a little wild, a lot of drinking and most women/girls making a little flash of their charms.

My only friend, his wife was 17, they had only been married for eight months. Of course he’d kissed her about six months before they got married. Anyway, she showed up one of her breasts, beautiful little farm with big nipples. Never both at once. She also sat or danced in a way that you would have a nice view of her tight bikini seeing through filmed panties. You’d even have a flash of her pubic hair through her panties, they were that movie. Almost as if she had nothing. He seemed to descend on her showing her charms to other men and women.

It was a typical afternoon Monday and I was waiting for the kids to come home from school when the bell rang. I answered the door to find Anna, a good friend standing there. Come in.

Anna and I talked for a while and then she told me that she met this man and that he was amazing. Anna was recently divorced and has only been out for about 3 months now and she keeps me informed of her dates. Anna said she had been with this guy about 5 times now and he was amazing.

Mable offered to help his friends Jake and Dean paint their house. She had chosen a very nice purple shade to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning and noticed that they had already started opening the door.

Mable enters the living room and sees them paint. They were both wearing T-shirts and shorts. She admired the bodies while they shook sweat. Dean talked and told him to take a brush and start. Mable decided she’d better get rid of what she thought. She had been with Jake several times, but never Dean. She wondered how he was, but she had to help get their house together and not think about sex.

It all started the day I first met my girlfriend’s parents. I was 19 at the time and my girlfriend’s mother was only 37 years old. I fell into lust with her almost immediately. Her name was Karen and she had 5'6" Auburn hair and the most beautiful pair of legs I’ve ever seen. She was sitting on an inclination with her legs up and she had a pretty short skirt. I was hoping we’d take a look at her skirt, but I couldn’t make it too obvious.

It all started on a Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me ruthlessly.

“Gottcha!” she shouted and began to circle me against a wall. I started laughing and tried to fight Mom’s fingers for their torture. Know that if I didn’t run away soon, Mom would make me cry so loudly.

We’ve done things like that since I was seven. In the morning she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed where I slept and she started tickling me until I begged her to stop. But usually I even had the following weekend, because at the time Dad had to leave for work very early so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I was going to leave nowhere and land on her bed, bouncing us both up in the air. As in the past, we started to place ice cubes in shirts, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we worked in the garden, we vaporized with the garden hose (although once we weren’t out when it happened). What a mess!). Basically, we acted more like best friends than mother and son.

Erica’s first year after university proved very disappointing for romance. She made friends, but she didn’t find anyone to play with. She went through her wardrobe and chose a outfit for a night in town. First the black stockings attached to a belt of satin stockings. Then, a pair of almost luminescent white panties, followed by a loose silk blouse and a skirt above the knee. Finally, a few medium heels, a custom jacket, a little light makeup and perfume. Erica decided to head to the Max Club, a bar on the north side that was not too busy. That night, the crowd was so small. It didn’t take him long to get the attention of a big blond. He wore a leather jacket and a black jeans. He hung on to his table with another bottle of beer she was drinking.