Mom was shopping with her friends and Dad was working, so I went to her bedroom, like I did before when she was away for a while. I pulled her sexy lingerie, stockings, and her highest heels, about 5 inches. I put her things on and posed in front of her mirror when Mom caught me.
“Honey, why are you wearing my stuff?” she asked. I jumped and said, “Because they look so beautiful and you look so sexy. And because I wanted to wear something that you had worn.”
My husband and I were married for five years, and as far as I was concerned, I loved our sex together. I did a lot of things for my husband to make our sex interesting and not boring, like role-playing, dressing up as a whore, and raping sketches and on a few occasions even participated in threesomes with my husband and another man.
I came home Friday from work, a little kinky and in the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and took off my work clothes, and then to the bathroom for a relaxing bath.
It was a cold, rainy, October day when I was sitting by the photo window waiting for the errand boy to deliver my order. I was thinking of my husband, who served in the Navy, aboard an aircraft carrier. He’d been gone five months and I thought about how much I missed his company, his conversation, his dick. We were only married a month before Ed’s tour started and we made sure every minute counts. We fucked six times a day in so many different positions in that month.
I’m watching my wife’s bus leave town, and since I have a three-day weekend now, I think: “I’m gonna watch porn, just like old times.”
I feel my dick stirring over the prospect of being someone’s sex toy for a couple of hours. I’ll get in the car and go to 30. Fenton Missouri, I gently rub my dick and think of hot mouths I’ve fed in the past. “Think I better get something to calm down,” I say, in the liquor store for a pack of cigarettes and half a pint of whisky. “This should calm me down and concentrate. I can’t come here…” and I step into the remote parking lot behind the adult theatre and arcade complex, and drink the whiskey
The bright light waved from behind and was extinguished as the door closed to the pipe room, and for a moment they stood where they stood, now seeing more clearly what was before them. They were in a small room, with a long narrow corridor right in front of them. There was a dim but clear light shining down, but the smooth lines of the walls were strangely interrupted by hanging shapes, as if horizontal candles were set there that were softened as they burned and folded down, extinguishing their own wicks and now hardened in permanent downward turns.
Sara was really looking forward to seeing her older brother Steve. She hadn’t seen him in almost two years, and she really missed him. Even though he was nine years older than her 18, they were always close as she grew up before he left home, never to return from college, met and married Veronica and began his own life. Life at home with her parents had become more difficult for her in the past year because she felt more mature than they were willing to admit. She had taken the car they had bought for her, which she wasn’t supposed to drive without a mature driver with a license, but she was pretty sure they wouldn’t call the police and as long as she was driving carefully she wouldn’t get in trouble. She knew the note she left behind would piss them off, but hopefully they would understand and the summer break would be good for them all.
It was the summer of 1997. I had just finished my second year in high school when Amber’s family moved to the house next door. The house development we lived in was brand new and our family had moved into our house the month before. Like most new residential developments, it was located on the outskirts of the city. I had a job as a busboy in a steakhouse and my parents bought me a cheap old car so I could walk around. My mom got a good job as a realtor after I started high school and was old enough to take care of myself.
“Honey, you’re not serious, are you?” Connie Gasp after he heard what he wanted her to do.
Yeah, honey, I’m serious. You said you were wondering what it would be like, I want you to find out." He said she looked her right in the eye.
She couldn’t believe it. She’d only said it a few times, fantasizing him, and now he told her he wanted to do it so she’d know and wouldn’t ask. Should she do it? Now she wasn’t so sure. What would he really feel and do if she did it while he looked? That was one of the demands that he could see her do it.
I was in NY to visit a friend of mine who lives in a large apartment building in the middle of town. I got there at 12:00 and talked about old times all day. I looked at my watch and I saw it was almost midnight. I couldn’t believe how fast the time went by! We said goodbye and I left.
Walked to the elevator, I saw that, for an expensive apartment building, there wasn’t much light in the halls. When I pressed the button for the elevator, I saw a bunch of guys in the hall who said good-bye to a bunch of people. They must have had a good time because they all laughed and talked. They left and went to the elevator. I looked at them and they said, Of course, being the kind person I was, I said, “hi” back. We waited there for a while until the elevator came. I could hear movement behind me, but I pretended to ignore it when I felt an arm around me and stopped the elevator and through the look in their eyes, I knew what would happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was very excited. The oldest of the men seemed to be in charge.
Like my habit, I took a late-night walk across town walking and biked paths. The mid-January temperature at 10:00 was 35 degrees, so I wore my warm clothing and polar cap. I was walking for about 30 minutes when I passed a small parking lot, one of the many spread long paths. The road to the parking lot was a windy and tore a block away. During the day, there were usually multiple walkers, runners, joggers, skaters, and so on, that often use the trail. Last time I saw a vehicle in the parking lot after dark was a few years ago. When I got close to the truck that passed a highway. It’s deceptive headlight caused the beam to sweep across the parking lot, causing a silhouette on the windows of a minivan parked in a remote part of the parking lot. I got a glimpse of a nice ass in the sky and a hard dick hanging underneath it. I knew someone got fucked in that minivan.