My name is Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz. Ever since I was a teenager I’ve always been out going, my friends love hanging out with me because it’s always party, I love just being around people. After I lost my virginity it was like a whole new world opened up for me. I’m pansexual, polyamorous, and just a sexual fiend. All throughout college I fucked whoever I could, guy or girl it didn’t matter to me. I partied, I fucked, I drank, I even maintained my grades surprisingly enough. I graduated from my local university with a business degree.
Category: Erotica
The Birthday Gift
The Birthday Gift
Wow what a wonderful birthday. I have not had so much fun on my birthday since….well ever. Long story not getting into. What to say it was the best and [reached down and touches his wrist] the very best but let me turn the way back machine to 7 am yesterday………”
[Walk out of the bedroom stretching] “You did not need to let me sleep in when the two of you got up.” [Stacey runs over and kisses me in her light blue satin camisole short set, yes the one she wore our first night in bed with each other, and a few seconds later Kelley leaves the pancakes and kisses me in her emerald green satin camisole short set she bought for her first over night stay after the first fight class. They both then hug me together and shout] “Happy Birthday, Will!” “Thank you both but someone better go watch the pan so nothing burns.” Kelley turns around and head for the pan to remove the last pancakes and to bring the stack over after turning the burner off] “No burning boobs either, tho I am available to kiss it and make it better.” [Stacey takes me by the hand and walks me to the table and everything I love for breakfast is there, dippy eggs, toasted English muffin and real butter, Pancakes, some ham and a birthday cupcake.] “Thank you both. I love you both so much.” [Kelley smiles and says] ‘There is more Will but you will have to wait.” [Kelley turns towards Stacey and both smile and give a little chuckle when they look at me.] “I thought last night was my present with my favorite camisoles and that whole rest…”
Tim dsicovers his step sister secret part 19
Part 19 Out by the Pool
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“Ahh, feels good to get it all done, let’s head out and relax by the pool.”
Tim agreed, “Sounds great Dad!”
His Dad stepped into the kitchen, and returned with 2 bottles of Pacifico lager beer. Handing a bottle to his son, he remarked, ”A beer always tastes best after the hard work is done.”
Tim realized that male bonding ritual, it made him feel grown up, having his Dad handing him a beer, and they were going to sit out by the pool, and enjoy the day. It was Noon, 2 days after they had arrived back home, and they had been busy at work, boxing up all the possesions that Linda the bitch and Chloe the bitch’s daughter, could call their own. The moving company had just carted off the last of their possesions, Tim knew that they were going to be stored, and Linda the bitch would get a call from one of Dad’s lawyers, telling her where she and her bitch of a daughter could pick up her shit. Tim wondered about how his dad felt about boxing up all the lingerie and sex toys that had been in the bedroom drawers. He had remembered the black silk panties stashed under the sofa cushions, and had slipped that into one of the boxes of clothes when his dad was occupied with a different task. Although he was willing to bet the feel of black silk against his dick would have felt incredible, he wanted no part of those two leeches left behind in the house.
Garage scene
As I walk closer to the side door I hear metal clank on metal, and swear word echo across the garage. I cross the threshold and take in the familiar sight. A wood stove burns merrily in the corner, a Godsmack song is blasting from a radio on top of the work bench, and tools line the walls in highly organized regiments. in the center of the room is a sleek beautiful Camaro the color of ravens wings . black with a blue tint when the light hits just right,, on slicks, and perfectly pristine.
The disembodied voice swears again as I hear a socket wrench cranking. I know he’s been in here all afternoon and has lost track of time again. Long legs encased in jeans stick out from under the car, and I admire them for a moment. I’m quiet as I slip off my shoes and shimmy out of my dress. Leaving my thigh high stockings and underthings on, I tiptoe across the space, sit on my stool, and wait, trying not to giggle. A litany if swear words continue and then the lean muscled body on the creeper rolls out, the wheels well oiled and smooth across the concrete. He stands up , walks to a tall chest , opens a drawer and immediately finds what he needs. I see him glance up at the clock on the wall and swear again.
“The Mom Next Door” – another tribute to 1980s porn paperbacks by Tad Overdon – Chapter Two of eleven [MF. Incest]
# “The Mom Next Door” by Tad Overdon
**CHAPTER TWO**
“Hey, be careful with that, Champ!” Melissa Jacobs called out to her 18-year-old son. “It’s Grandma Katie’s china!”
Ben Jacobs paused in the middle of the wide front lawn of the big house with the “SOLD” sign still planted at its curb, nonchalantly balancing two stacked cardboard boxes. “Mom, we eat outta microwave trays.”
“It’s an heirloom,” Melissa chided, striding down from the front steps where she’d been struggling to unlock the door with a newly-cut key. She took one of the boxes from Ben and set it on the grass. “It’s precious,” She reached up to tousle his dark curls. “Like you.”
“Ah, Mom!” Ben ducked his head and looked past her. “I can get it.” He grabbed the key from her hand and bounded away up the long front walk. Naturally, the door popped open for him on the first try and he quickly disappeared into their new home.
This Feeling (part three-the end) [MFF threesome is all I’m giving away here.]
I don’t know what I was expecting when I walked her up to her dorm room, partying in the hallways, half-naked girls prancing around the halls, perhaps? But, what I saw was definitely not the expectation I had given how ridiculously sexual Victoria was. The halls were quiet, guys were lying in the floor studying, questions were being called out from one room to the next, girls with glasses and furrowed brows were sighing in exasperation and biting on pen caps.
Victoria stepped over and around them and no one even looked up as we made our way through the halls, “I thought you said your ex lived here too?” I asked as I looked around.
She nodded, “He does, he’s a few floors above me,” she said quietly, so as not to disturb anyone around us.
We traversed our way to her room and she pulled me inside rather than letting me go. Her roommate was holed up on her own bed, raven-black curls contrasted sharply with her, very naked, pearl-like skin. I averted my gaze from her soft tan nipples that sat just below the central swell of her breast. Victoria seemed oblivious to my discomfort at her roommate’s lack of attire as she started kissing me and guiding me over towards her bed.
Masha’s first castration
Masha looked at the heavy, metal device that the man had in his collection of strange tools.
“So this is one of those Burdizzo things that you guys won’t shut up about?”
The man just nodded. He hadn’t said anything since Masha had made a joke about how he wouldn’t be a man in about an hour.
“You seem sad. Want to just get this over with?”
The man looked down, sighed, and shrugged.
“Cheer up! You begged me for this!”
This time, the man said something.
“I’ve waited a long time for a girl like you, and now I don’t know if I can do it. I’m sorry.”
Masha rolled her eyes. “I can walk out that door right now and in five minutes you’ll pick up your phone and message girls asking for this. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“No, young lady. You’re right. I need this.”
Masha started playing with the heavy tool in her hand, opening and closing it, tapping her finger against its clamp.
Best WFH break
I am starting to feel achy and stiff, I’ve been on this call for almost 45 minutes and as far as I’m concerned, it’s been mostly a waste of my time. I hear my door open softly and reflected in the window, I see you trying to sneak up on me. You catch me looking and that beautiful sexy smile spreads across your face. I feel my body soften just looking at you and I smile back. You put one hand on the chair back to slowly swivel me to face you. It’s slightly cooler today but still summer weather at 75 degrees. I’m in a tank top with a short black cotton skirt myself and as you step in between my legs, your warm skin makes contact with mine. I point to my headset. You give me a naughty smile and sink to your knees between mine and slide your hands up my thighs and under the hem of my skirt.
Late for Dinner
I was ready to go – in fact, I had been for almost 10 minutes and I sat on the couch in the living room catching up on my personal email. I was waiting for you to come down and I’d heard the shower stop so I knew you were likely in the closet, contemplating your wardrobe choice for the evening. I shut my laptop, gently stroked the sleeping cat next to me before heading up to see if you wanted any help. In reality, I was hoping to find you in some state of undress so I could watch you finish dressing. Everything about you still gets me hot even fully dressed and I was already thinking of our return home late this evening. It was Saturday night and we had nothing planned for Sunday.
Lockdown Date Night
I hit send on my last email of the day and slowly close my laptop, sighing in relief that the work week is over. Two lovely unstructured and unscheduled days are ahead of us but my mind is on tonight – Friday means date night with my sexy man and I have been craving you all day long. As I slide my headset off, I can hear you still on a call in your office down the hall. You seem calm and cool but I hear other raised voices. I send up a little wish that you are nearly done and I rouse the sleeping house tiger curled up near my feet under the desk with my foot. “Come on MaoMao”, I say and he yawns and stretches before following me out into the hall. I stop briefly at your door and whisper, “How much longer, babe?”. You hold up five fingers to indicate five more minutes. I cross to you and kiss your head softly. I estimate that I likely have a good half hour before you emerge.