Sexy Scribe

We sat at McDonalds’ to talk while she was eating her double cheese burger. We talked about everything, the George Straight and Garth Brooks concerts that he had worked as a security guard, the things we all lived through. He was a perfect gentleman, complimenting her to get her towels for catching up with her burger. Finally, after a while, he asked if we wanted to go somewhere, and she quickly answered yes! We got in the car and drove to the motel and he followed us.

My wife looks like a bitch. She always looked that way to my knowledge. It measures a little more than 5 feet with big tits. Whoever needs a bra to restrain them and prevent undue disturbance. It’s not a striking beauty, but she has that look that guys know. Could be a bad girl for the good guy. Her big mouth and stinking lips add to her slutty look. She didn’t act like a bitch when I met her before I married her.

She opened an eye, but her whole world was still one of darkness. She felt something around her face, like a mask. She cooled down with fear as she began to regain consciousness. Ronnie tried to move but couldn’t.

She felt the rope wrapped around her body, shaking it firmly on a narrow sofa. His wrists were fastened, then pulled behind his head, where they were attached to the back of the sofa.

I have and you know that imagination is a horrible thing to waste. See, I came home from work on an incredibly excited night. My husband, on the other hand, was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait for him to come home. We didn’t get along from the beginning and I was ready to catch up, but now he really pissed me off.

Frustrated like hell, I decided I’d go out when he left and find my own pleasure. I was pretty convinced this bastard was cheating and I was tired of playing the second violin. After all, I was too excited to sit at home and rock my thumbs. I took a shower and put on a low-cut blouse (sheer bra), a short skirt and 4-inch pumps. You know those who say, “Fuck you!”

You feel naked and scratching under your short skirt. It’s weird to be shaved. You haven’t felt that way since you were 12, and it’s because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Soon after, you were sucking Al’s dick and your wife cut off your pretty bush.

He was careful not to put on you, fondling your labia in the foam and drawing the blade on your sensitive skin until each small loop was history. After being naked, he sat down and admired you for a while, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he threw himself at the bottom of your throat. Then he licked you a little, delighted with your sweetness and the new sensation of your bald little pubis as he stinged your wet folds and kissed the sweetness of your vagina. He went after your clitoris, rolled it under his lips until you shouted Al’s kidneys. Your assailant on his knees only took you harder when your husband got away. Naked now, his dick has risen and looks mean.

I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t get upset easily. So I was a little surprised one day by a little mood change, but suddenly. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her to one of those chic women’s shops where she was going to leave a dress to be modified that she had bought earlier. She let me wait at the cash register while she went into the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left, she was in her pleasant and joyful mood, but when she came back, she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She only said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but that it had to be measured first. She told me she’d be back and back in the dressing room. It’s funny, but seeing her leave, I was thinking about her body.

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.