Sensual

I first met him through an online discussion room; he started with us discussing time, news, the usual conversation and progressed to discuss our sexual fantasies. This is where it became interesting, we were both in the middle of thirty, both married, both excited and open-minded. When he told me about his favorite fantasy, I was interested but careful, it seemed that another woman would do something, certainly not me. As we got to know each other better, I became determined to help him realize his fantasy. The fantasy he had in mind was as follows, he enters a hotel room to find a woman, naked, eyes closed, kneeling on the bed. So far, the really exciting thing was that he and the woman would never meet before and have no idea what the other person looks like, so she wouldn’t be allowed to open her eyes until he says so. This part excited me, I had been talking to him for several months and we spoke on the phone, but I could only speak to him about his appearance. I decided to do it and we arranged it for the next week.

I will never forget my cousin, Arlene. She was and is really beautiful girl/wife. She and I learned a lot together when we were younger.

Arlene and her parents, Tony and Tanita, moved next to me and my parents when she was 10.

Because there were so few children living near us, none, we turned naturally towards each other. In fact, we lived in the countryside and the nearest farm was nearly a quarter of a mile and they had no children of our age.

John, it was beautiful. How’s your day? Do I still have a bad day? I’m kidding.

“I have a wonderful day,” we whisper gently, a sweet breath dye your voice.

“Wait until you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” I’m still laughing.

“UH oh”, you smile in response.

“Oh, honey!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought some work to read before tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’m gonna start working. You could go relax, read the paper or take a shower. Sorry, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll catch up later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you detect the malicious glow in my eyes. “Nite isn’t finished yet,” you think.

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 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’m gonna be 23 in three days. This story is about what happened between my brother and I at the age of 14. At the time, I was very surprised.

My brother was 18 at the time. It wasn’t the kind of boy who likes to go out a lot, he was more reserved and a little shy with the girls. In December of this year, my mother decided that it was time for him to have his own room. The only problem is we lived in an apartment. I always shared the place with him, but now I’d share it with my parents. I didn’t like that.

My cousin Judy got married when she was 16. His fidelity was my age. They’ve been out for fourteen years. He tried to take her virginity but she wouldn’t leave it.

At 16, he asks him to marry him and she consents. She told me she was gonna save herself for her wedding night. And she did until the week before the wedding.

She was talking to one of her friends who told her that Judy’s fiancée had been at a party a few weeks before asking Judy to marry her. He had drunk and wounded two friends of Judy who were also at the party.

I was lying alone in my bed last night, thinking about you. It was so many years ago, and yet it only seemed a few months. The feelings that you lie next to me, in front of me, behind me, above me, seem so vivid. How did it start? As I remember, it was my thing… you stayed there, and since there was only one bed, you slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what made me start… just a friendly comfort, I guess, but I started to caresss your back, feel the shape of you through the silky material of your night shirt. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying sensual sensations of being froted. Little by little, I pushed my fingers a little further around your waist, feeling the curves of your belly. You couldn’t decide if you wanted me to go on like that while you’re still going, and even get away from me. I persisted, quietly, gently, and you gradually gave and relaxed, allowing me to rub you. My very light touch now, I started to trace a line down your leg, feeling the change of satin to flesh and my heart jumped a beat. My lower lip caught between my teeth, I started the journey up your leg, giving you room to move your shoulder to the bed, so you were now lying looking at me propelled on a elbow. I hung up and kissed your lips so soft and you didn’t flinch. Your lips were wet. First, you did not answer, except to stay passively but very gradually, as I kissed gently, you started kissing me, your lips sharing slightly to allow me to start exploring with my tongue. I didn’t want to break the fate that we created, I didn’t want to bury you by pulling me out, so I went back to rub your belly through the satin of your shirt, moving my hand up to feel the contour of your heavy boobs. You have the most beautiful, very thin body with large breasts that I could have bury my face and drowned, with the greatest pleasure. You started moving again under my hand, enjoying sensations aroused in you. I felt the outline of your nipples, erected, now, and as I passed from one to another, dragging a line around them, you gave a little moaning of pleasure. I kissed you once again, this time with more definition, and there was no trouble taking your answer now. You liked you, me, and you kissed me, your tongue knowing my mouth, disguising me, our tongues caressed each other.

I’ve been working for a big computer company for a year and a half. Being a trainee here was a great experience for me. I learned a lot to support computer systems (this is what I had to learn because I’m not a major CS). Since I have been intervening here, many other trainees have come and gone. Some I really liked, while others I was happy to avoid. Most of the other trainees came from regional colleges, but there was a couple here and there from high school. Most of them were in different departments, however. Even so, there is a comaradry among the “grunts” as we surname ourselves, and we often spend our lunch hours together.

We planned a fishing trip and camp for the first week after the school closed. My wife, daughter and son also invited Ashley, Tammy’s boyfriend. Ashley was a neighbor who lived a few doors in the neighborhood. For a few days, we all prepared with enthusiasm for the journey. The day before our departure, our son Jack came down with a virus and it seemed that the trip was to be cancelled. The girls were extremely disappointed and complained about something horrible. The morning we were supposed to leave, my wife suggested I take the girls and she’d stay home with Jack. He was better, but she thought he’d stay close to him. Camping and fishing wasn’t exactly his favorite activity anyway. I think she welcomed the apology back. The girls were happy, the car was almost all packed, so we went.