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”Doctor Motram, 5374…Doctor Motram, 5374”
Greg woke up halfway as he felt the warm nude body of Allison Motaram rise up to answer the hospital paging. He spiraled back down into sleep in less than a minute. He started to dream, he was in bed with Roberta, they’d just come home from cock teasing another big hunk, she was on fire with lust. He knew that the idea of leaving her latest victim with a set of aching blue balls made her crazy with lust. She was very quickly naked, diving under the covers. His cock was rock hard, he felt a hot, wet tongue licking at him, her hot, wet mouth quickly followed, sliding down his pole. She clamped her soft lips around his cock, pulled back, then thrust down again. Oh man, Roberta was an excellent cock sucker, and his cock was quickly building up a juicy load.
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**What’s up with l3gsakimbo then? Well, let me tell you about how she lost her virginity.** For starters, it was super awkward. He was a little more experienced than her, but not enough to make it good really. She was wearing this silk thing the whole time, he played with her for a bit to try and get her wet but she was so nervous that it didn’t really work. But he used a condom so there was some lube there at least…
**What about her best sex, you might ask? Oh, that comes years after!**
The best time, she thinks, was one time she was on holiday with a bf. They were in a hotel and with the time difference she woke up early and was so horny and in the mood for him that she woke him up for sex. She shoved her boob in his hand and started jerking his cock. He was so dozy it was hilarious but he got hard really quickly so she was able to climb on him, even before he quite knew what was going on. Afterwards they slept for another hour and then had breakfast.
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Synopsis:
*When his wife confesses during a sex session that she fantasizes about threesomes, a man finds himself turned on by the idea. He tells her that one of his friends often comments on her looks and she urges him to try and get him to join in their lovemaking. The man does this, but keeps it a secret from his wife and she comes home from work one day to find that her fantasies of taking on two men are just as good as she imagined.*
Valerie closed her eyes and pushed her head back on the pillow. “Oh shit,” she cried out breathlessly and then looked down at her husband. Andy’s head was buried between her spread open thighs and his tongue was working its usual magic on her body. She squirmed around and her face contorted in an expression of agonized ecstasy. Her husband knew just what she liked and as her licked deeper it sent her passion spiraling towards a climax. The breath rushed from her as the pleasure between her thighs intensified. “I want it now,” Valerie gasped in an excited tone and her husband pulled his head up. He quickly moved up her body and in one swift movement drilled his stiff erection inside her wet hole.
As long as I can remember, I’ve suffered from social anxiety. Gatherings, large crowds and especially parties were things I’ve vehemently avoided. Of course when you have to cross that barrier to get what you want, all bets are off.
It was the end of Fall semester and I’ve developed a crush on a fellow classmate. She was in a sorority and I wasn’t. I knew that sororities were very social and I, myself wouldn’t have been caught dead “paying” to have friends. I generally looked down on sorority girls, but this one was different. She was 22 but looked 25 and spoke with a resounding confidence that made everyone in the room stop and pay attention. She was the kind of girl that didn’t let anyone stop her from getting what she want.
We first met in a liberal studies class. She was very outspoken about women’s rights and the plight of the working female. For someone who was so vocal in her views, she retained a high degree of femininity. Always wearing high heels, tight dresses and blood red lipstick. I figured she loved to tease the boys and watch them squirm when they realized they couldn’t have her. But that was just it. No one could have her. She was so intimidating neither man nor girl had the courage to ask her out.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. It’s every girl’s nightmare to be seen naked by her family. I just never imagined that nightmare including Tyler or the toys filling my orifices. Tyler was enjoying the view a lot more than my father. My father’s focus was more on Blake. Was there something I was missing?
“You shouldn’t have come here,” Blake barked at my father.
“I don’t really care. You shouldn’t have kept her for yourself, boy,” my father commented.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t ask or care for what you have to say,” Blake replied.
“Tyson, did though,” Tyler interjected.
Both Blake and I shifted our views to Tyler dumbstruck. Blake had mentioned his former boss’s name in passing but I’d never heard much about him. Tyler’s hands were dug deep into his pockets. At first I don’t know why I cared, until I saw the bulge of a pistol grip. They weren’t here for Blake at all.
“Kid’s got the right of it. You see Tyson is a businessman like me. So when I promised to pay five times the contract for my daughter, he couldn’t turn on you quick enough,” my father commented smugly.
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Being a clown is a noble profession, I’m sure, but for me, it was simply a way of earning the extra money I needed to finally graduate from college.
Normally a rather bashful person, I learned several years previously that dressing in ridiculous clothes and painting your face provided a humiliation-free barrier. Almost anything a clown does is accepted as part of the routine.
My first gigs were just what you might imagine, kid’s birthday parties, and the like. Then one day I got a call from a woman who wanted me to come to a surprise party for a friend taking the final plunge into marriage. She
wanted me at the stroke of midnight and when I declined (it wasn’t my type of clowning), she offered to double the fee.
When you’re an aspiring college student, money talks. So, I agreed to meet her outside her home at 11:45 the following Saturday night.
**Intense…**
“Houston, this is NA1SS, checking in.”, said astronaut Phil Flemmings, of the International Space Station. He turned to the only other person on board with him, Jeremy Jones. “They’re not answering buddy. Any idea why?”
Jeremy looked out the window, and saw the earth rotating in all its majesty. He lost himself in his thoughts, feeling a moment of wistful pangs as his missed his family….and girls. He missed girls. Phil was nice and all, but his blowjobs weren’t nearly as good as the ones he got from his girlfriend back home.
“Nope. The green giant looks the same as it always has. Must be a solar flare or something. Did you run diagnostics?”
Phil turned back to the instrument panels, and began pressing a few buttons, checking for signs of error or damage. “And that’s a nope.”, he shrugged, but the worry in his eyes was evident. They’d occasionally gone without signal from home base for an hour or two, but this had been most of a day, the longest it had ever been.
Constructive Criticism is appreciated.
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“Contact.” Lieutenant Massey heard the whisper-scream come from somewhere down the line. “Contact. Contact.” Another voice repeated. He dove behind a nearby tree. There was a sharp whooshing sound. Scarcely a sound at all, followed by a gurgling scream and shouts for a medic.
Massey shrugged his waiting rifle off his shoulder, wrapped the sling taut around his knuckles, and pulled the buttstock to the pocket of his shoulder. His fingers tightening around the grip, and he took a calm deep breath. In the distance, he could hear the crack of small arms fire. The sound echoed off the trees. A sharp electric pop passed by his ear. He swore he could feel the heat of it as it passed. He took another deep breath and drove forward. His body only hung in the air moment, before his hip and knee, and elbows crashed hard into the dirt and stones below.
“Return fire!” the lieutenant roared.
As soon as Massey’s voice rang out the order, the forest rattled with the exchanging gunfire. His finger found the trigger on his rifle, and he felt the weapon kick as he sent a round downrange.
My name is Karen. I hate that name because already you have an image of what I look like and how I act. Loudmouth bitch who thinks she’s always the one in charge with the ugly haircut and poor dye job. I am the opposite of that image, it’s something I’ve worked hard on to oppose since my son told me about the internet jokes relating to the name. I felt embarrassed despite knowing I wasn’t like that stereotype.
I am a quiet redhead married to a man who prides himself on keeping me in my place, mother to a teenager who I fear may I’m losing my relationship with as he gets older each day. If I honestly summed myself up though it’s a desperately sexually frustrated housewife untouched for 5 years…or at least that’s how I would of described myself one month ago. That’s when everything change, that’s when I changed. That’s when Rex entered the picture.