She opened an eye, but her whole world was still one of darkness. She felt something around her face, like a mask. It killed her with fear when she regained consciousness. Ronnie tried to move, but couldn’t.
She felt the rope around and around her body, firmly attached to a narrow couch. Her wrists were tightly tied together and pulled behind her head where they were stuck at the back of the couch.
I have and you know what an imagination is to waste a terrible thing. I came home from work one night. My husband was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait until he got home. We couldn’t hurry and I wanted to make it up to him, but now he really pissed me off.
Frustrated as hell, I decided I’d leave when he left and find my own pleasure. I was convinced that son of a bitch was cheating on me and I was tired of playing second violin. After all, I was too horny to sit at home and turn my thumbs. So I took a shower and did a low cut blouse (sheer bra), short skirt and 4 inch fuck me pumps. You know those who say, “Come fuck me now!”
Erica’s first year after college turned out to be very disappointing for romance. She had made friends, but she didn’t find any boys to play with. She went through her wardrobe and chose an outfit for a night in town. First the black stockings attached to a satin garter. Then a pair of almost luminous white panties, followed by a loose silk blouse and one over the knee skirt. Finally some medium heels, a custom jacket, some light make-up and perfume. Erica decided to go to the Max Club, a northern bar that wasn’t too crowded. That night, the crowd was alive as small. It wasn’t long before she drew the attention of a tall blonde man. He was wearing a leather jacket and black jeans. He walked to her table with another bottle of beer she drank.
This story started more than a year ago. My husband and I had arranged to send our 15-year-old son to a summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband came up with the idea that we should also go on vacation. We chose Cyprus as our place to spend a few weeks.
We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We wanted to exchange our passports, cheques and money… When my husband told me he was going Japan had business to do.
Although I wasn’t looking forward to having friends tonight… I had to admit the food went well. My ribs were mildly painful from laughing at Steve tell us about how he tried to get into his football uniform and wide open the cross. You suggest that we feel more comfortable in the living room, so we all filled our wine glasses and moved to the living room. Dimly lit and soft music play the furniture filled quickly so I sat on your lap. Brian (who is never without a story) starts to tell us about the problems he had in chemistry at university and requires tutoring. He told us that all he learned from his teacher was the right way to fuck and we all laughed. This naturally leads to the exchange of our erotic school stories.
It was the middle of summer, and we were on vacation in the country. Hiking in the forest and cycling on the trails were our outdoor fun. We wanted to visit every national park before it was time to return to the real school world in autumn. Next year I graduated with an English degree and then another year. This was our last hooray for September.
After walking all morning he was ready for the longest ride of the bike paths. I was ready for a good dip in the cool water of the lake. So we broke up and met in our cabin for dinner. I waved goodbye and went to change the shower room on the beach. I came out with my favorite black bikini and a sun hat… And of course with my super strong sunscreen. (The dangers of honest skin.)
I was 17 when I decided to finally try to have sex with another girl. I had thought about it since I was a pre-teen, but had never had the courage to try anything, especially because I was afraid the word would come out all over town. A little background information:
My parents were mid-40s when I was 17; I had two sisters, Lora (16) and Lisa (15); My parents weren’t open-minded about “alternative lifestyles.”
While Donna was washing the morning dishes she looked out of her kitchen window and saw her daughter playing in the backyard with one of her neighbors. The girls had been playing with a tin ball. It was a warm morning and the girls had stopped playing and moved under the shadow of a maple tree where they drank water from a garden hose. They still felt playful and got wet. Donna laughed herself when they struggled to control the snake.
The first time I thought about having sex with my father, I got really disgusting and felt sick. Years later I would find that everything in life depends on our own circumstances.
Dad lost his wife a few years ago and had become a lonely, lonely man. He lost all hope in humanity and himself and became severely depressed for a long time. I felt so sorry for him and tried to talk to him and spend time with him to ease his pain and suffering, but it didn’t make sense.
Allison Munro is frustrated. Her first year in college is over, and there was no fire, no awakening. Two poor and ordinary sexual experiences have not given her the wild times she wants to remember when she is old and grey. And then, quite unplanned, on a hot steamy night, she and her best friend start making love in the silence of a dark park, and her world changes. When every new sexual experience opens her eyes wider she sheds her inhibitions and becomes more wild and daring, seduces the brother of her friend, then father, then mother, reaching out to others around her, filled with the sensation of sexual conquest, the pride of a beautiful nymph, and the heat of bad desire.