Sexy Scribe

Last weekend, we went by bike and stopped by our usual water hole. It’s a very popular bar with weekend bikers (not bikers gangs, but especially professionals who like to put on their Harley equipment and ride on weekends). It has an outdoor terrace that overlooks the parking lot, so you can watch all the bikes come and go. There is an 8 foot wooden fence around the parking lot with just some wooded land behind.

It was a cold, rainy day, October as I sat near the window of the image waiting for the grocer to deliver my order. I thought about my husband, who served in the navy, on a carrier. He’d been gone for five months and I was thinking how much I missed his company, his conversation, his dick. We had only been married a month before Ed’s tour began and we made sure that every minute counted. We had to fuck six times a day and in so many different positions during this month.

I’ve been married to the wife of most male fantasies almost ten years now. These ten years have been punctuated by some love adventures that make others pale by comparison. Joy has always been a free spirit, but given his heavenly body, it was easy to ignore. During the first five years of marriage, we explored ourselves in every possible sexual way. I didn’t see how our love life could be richer.

I had decided that a bath would help me relax more I had to shave and it always helps if my skin had a chance to soak in hot water. After being in the bathtub for about 10 minutes, I thought I heard something in the living room, but I rejected it thinking I was hearing things. Then the shower curtain opened and he stood in all his glory. As usual, I didn’t know he was in town. A pleasant surprise though!! I had given him a key for a long time for this reason!!

I haven’t seen him since I was 18, and now, 30 years later, he’s been back in our town. At the gas station where I saw him, I told him to come for a beer, the woman was out of town and I had nothing to do, fortunately, his wife was still out of the state packing for the new house. He had arrived at 8:00 and we sat down and talked about the good old days and drank a lot of beer.

I was 17 when I decided to finally try to sleep with another girl. I had been thinking about it since I was a teenager, but I had never had the courage to try anything, mainly because I was afraid that the word would come out from all over town. Some information:

My parents were in the mid-40s when I was 17; I had two sisters, Lora (16) and Lisa (15); My parents were not open-minded about “alternative lifestyles.”

I look at my wife’s bus out of town, and since I’ve had a three-day weekend, so I think “Guess I’m going to go see porn, like the good old days. "

I feel like someone’s sex toy for a few hours. I go back to the car and go down to Fenton Missouri, I gently rub my cock and think about the hot mouths I’ve fed in the past. “Then I’d better have something to calm down,” I said, entering the alcohol store for a pack of smokes and a half-pinte of whisky. “It should calm me down and focus. I can’t climb here. “and I shoot in the isolated parking lot behind the adult theatre and the arcade complex, and drink the whisky.

Like Donna washed the morning dishes, she looks at her kitchen window and looks at her daughter playing in the garden with one of her neighborhood girlfriends. The girls played with tetherball. It was a hot morning and the girls had stopped playing temporarily and moved under the shadow of a maple tree where they drank water from a garden hose. They always felt playful and soaked. Donna smiles also herself while both fight for the control of the pipe.

Lalitha was obsessed with the laughter around her. The call she had just witnessed was like a ghost of the past, a ghost she thought was gone for good. She came from a colleague from her first place of work. Five years ago, almost in another life, Lalitha borrowed Rs 20000. She promised to pay him back in a month, but she couldn’t. The colleague had been good enough not to push her to immediately repay the money and the debt had remained. A few months later, the girl’s marriage came to a man working in the UK. The girl resigned from her work and was caught in the middle of the crazy rush that usually accompanies an Indian marriage. In the middle of that, she called Lalitha and gave her account number. She was casual and told her to deposit the money in the account when she had it. A week later, the lady left India with her husband. Lalitha had, at that time, really intended to repay the lady. But she didn’t stop taking it until she forgot. From time to time, it would appear in its memory and disappear for a long time.

My wife and I had another of our legendary fights and decided to stay in a hotel for the night and relax. The clerk looked at me a little funny when I went to check at 9:00 and had no ID. I explained to him the fight with my wife and how I left my wallet at home and the story of my emergency money in the car and, with a tip of $100, I soon had a room with no questions with double queens.