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Don’t know if this is really a done thing… but would any one be interested in writing a story for me about me and my girlfriend?
Was hoping could talk a little so you get a feel for me and my girlfriend and some of the things we’ve done, our past, her past, our fantasies
And then see if you could write a story about us?
Main themes would revolve around hotwife, cuckold, her cheating, her fucking other guys
Love to hear from anyone interested.
His Birthday This tale is from August of 1990. My husband was going to be thirty, and I wanted to give him a very special gift. Dave my husband is very special to me and is also very hard to buy for. I was racking my brain for ideas, then it came to me. I would get a portrait made of me and give it to him on his birthday.
I called Jack who was a professional photographer and a family friend. Jack has his own studio and has taken many portraits of our whole family. Jack of Jack’s Photography was about thirty years older than I was, and married to his wife for many years. His wife Jane was also a dear friend of ours.
I was able to get an appointment for the following week while my hubby was at work. I had a beautiful sun dress in mind to wear to the photo shoot. On the morning I was to go, I got myself all done up, hair, makeup, nails. I went to the closet to get my dress when I noticed a long green neglige that I had not worn in a while. The neglige was satin with a deep V-cut in the front and a open back that went almost to my butt.
[I'm a 19 year old girl living in Baltimore, Maryland. True story. ~ Kassandra]
So, I was out at an out of town wedding this past Sunday. The bride was one of a group of us middle school girls who kept in touch after her family moved out of state. I mostly didn't know the people at the wedding – just a few people from growing up. The wedding was in a downtown Double Tree Hotel. The whole thing was totally beautiful. The wedding was an early afternoon wedding and we'd all been hanging out since like 11 am for various pictures and stuff. Through the day guys winked at me and casually flirted, which I took as just playful stuff. We were all drinking off and on during the day. After the wedding itself there was a cocktail hour before the reception. There some guys started more serious flirting, hinting that we should meet up after the reception. One guy was sitting with me and said "I hear you are a lot of fun." I just smiled and said "Really?" I was starting to wonder who all knew about me. He said, "That's what I hear. Is it wrong?" We got interrupted and he left, but I scanned the room thinking maybe I was known more than I thought here. Or maybe it was just that guys get attracted to me and they were talking about the new hot chick.
Exactly one calendar month. And I was starving. As much as I enjoyed it last time, I didn’t come. But there was no fear of that this time. ‘I’ll be up early in the morning, I have to be in Dublin for work’ ‘How early is early?’ ‘About 8am’
Hi folks… my first contribution… this is "how I like to do it" … feedback welcome.
I want to run my fingers through your hair, holding, caressing, kissing your face and neck, working my way down to your breasts, teasing and tweaking and nipping your nipples, squeezing and kneading your breasts, kissing on all sides.
I want to bury my bearded face in your tummy, kiss and nuzzle those ticklish places on your sides, squeeze your ass cheeks, really really hard, with my big strong man hands.
I want to hold your hips in place so you can't squirm, pinning you down with my weight and my strength, as I slowly work my way down to your mons pubis.
Yes, I know your anatomy.
Do you want to feel my soft beard teasing your inner thighs? Are you squirming a bit on your chair right now, squeeeeezing your thighs together? Go ahead, use your hand, rub it just like you like best… I'd love to watch and see. Do you want to see how hard you're making me?
Hi, this is my first story. If you appreciate it please PM or comment so I know. If enough people like it I will write more. Advice and suggestions are welcome! Thanks!
You're going to the shops, looking for nice clothes to buy. On your mind you want to try on some sexy clothes. You are looking at a nice skirt, thinking how it would look on you, then another catches you eye, its black, quite short and skimpy. But you are feeling sexy so you take that. Then you look at a nice sexy top, it is a little see through, daring and a nice fabric. You wonder how much of your body can be seen through the thin fabric, so you take it to try on later. You wonder over to the lingerie section, looking at the sexy models and underwear. You're enjoying browsing and don't notice the guy watching you. His eyes looking, flowing over you sexy thighs and bum. He's also stimulated, watching you look at the lingerie, imaging what it would look like on you.
‘Let me know if you want a lift home.’
In that?, as I nod towards the squad car
‘Yeah in that, what did you think!’
Damn right I do! I’m not staying out much later though, I’m going soon.
‘Doesn’t matter, just give me a shout when you want to leave and I’ll swing by and get you.’
I get a text about 20 minutes later; I’m on a break so I’ll be in my own car.
I’m sorry not to get a spin in a cop car but I know that he now won’t have anyone with him.
So …! It’s just you..? I text
Just me.
Two minutes later he’s outside. I had thought when he texted that what I’d get was a lift home; he’d get out of the squad car and maybe I’d get my hand on his cock. If we were lucky one kiss if his partner wasn’t looking. But now…. Now there would be no one else with him. I’d sitting in the front seat. And again I thought, maybe I’d get it in my mouth for a few seconds, and there’d definitely be kissing. He tells me I look fabulous. I put my hand on his cock and it stiffens to my touch. ‘Look what you do to me. Every time.’ The day it doesn’t react is the day I stop ‘Well that’ll be never then’ he says cheerily.
Hey folks, trying to track down an older story that I came across many years ago – probably around 2002 or so. Old enough that I actually had all 8 pages printed out on A4 paper!
I believe the story may have originally come from literotica.com, but any searches I have done in there in the last year or so have been completely unsuccessful.
As I remember it there was a male main character who has to pick his little sister up from cheerleading practice at their small school with 8 girls total in the team. When he is there to pick them up things get all steamy and he ends up boning all 8 of them right there on the stage – and one of them in the ass. Pretty sure one of the girls is named Jessica and Steve out Stephen is what comes to mind for the guy, but I'm much less confident about that one.
I know it's not much to go on but I figured folks on here obviously like that kind of stories and maybe, just maybe, someone else liked that one just as much as I did and still remembers where to find it.
I had two conversations today. Both led back to the same person. The star of this blog and the nemesis of all future beaus. (not really guys, relax I swear he’s human). I was talking to a guy about waxing and he declared that he’d only do it if someone was going to appreciate the efforts. That if he did get everything waxed down there that he knew he would immediately want a blow job. I concurred, in fact, I revealed there’s been a few boys of my past who only got lucky with me because I’d been waxed and I wanted my new ‘hairdo’ to be appreciated. The Cop was one of these boys. Sometimes it has happened because I’ve just gotten waxed and the very act of getting waxed now turns me on and other times it’s happened because I’ve gotten waxed for a particular person and an occasion – and they have let me down. And I have never been so glad to have been disappointed for what fortuitous circumstances were then brought upon me.
“The jury has returned with their verdict. The defendant, April Taylor, has been found guilty of 20 counts of bestiality, 256 counts of videotaping bestiality, and 276 counts of harassing Sasquatches.”
I couldn’t help but smile as the judge read the verdict. Had it really been that many times?
“Ms. Taylor, I sentence you to pay a fine of $110,000 and to serve ten years for each count of harassing Sasquatches, to be served concurrently, and five years for each count of bestiality and videotaping bestiality, also to be served concurrently but not during your time served for harassing Sasquatches,” the judge said.
A police officer came to lead me out of the courtroom. Before I left, I turned back to see my parents and siblings before the officer hauled me off to jail. Their heads were all down – presumably too ashamed of me to look. I couldn’t blame them, but I have no guilt for what I’ve done.
The officer placed me in handcuffs and together we walked in silence to a county van, where I was then told I would serve my 15-year sentence at the Washington State Women’s Correctional Center in Acme, Washington. Acme is only about half an hour away from my ranch in Glacier.