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Another planned day… my favorite.
I got up and made ready. Butt plug in my ass while I shave. I can’t resist sliding my fingers through the sopping wet folds. But no cumming. I am on a mission.
Tank top, broom skirt and sandals. Nothing underneath. Jewlery to complete the hippy look. At this point, my pussy is so excited I have juice smeared along my thighs. This is going to be a good day!
Many of you asked when and how I lost my virginity. Well It actually happened quite ‘late’ as I have always been the reserved type of girl focusing more on other things than men.
But this occurrence really changed everything…
I never really tell anyone about it because of how it could be considered non consensual, thus rape. And how unbelievable it sounds.
It happened last year, a few days before my 18th birthday my friend and I went to the movie theatre.
I was seated in seat 11, she 12. Seat number 10 sat the stranger and his girlfriend. We had to pass through them to get to our seats because we were late, this isn’t anything new for me because I’m either right on time or too late at everything.
Throughout the movie I felt his legs touch me accidentally. And every time I’d feel shivers down my spine. It was hard to explain. I never felt electricity like that before with anyone. I just felt a cold flush when he touched my hand in complete silence. I had my scarf on my lap so my friend and his gf were oblivious to what was going on. All of a sudden I feel his hand going down my panties with a strong grip. Not even hesitating putting his fingers in me.
I was really confused, shocked, scared … but very very wet and aroused. And he knew.
As summer draws to an end, the temperatures begin to drop and thunder storms have plummeted is for almost a week straight. I can’t remember the last time we saw each other, which explains why I’m driving over to your place with a black sky looming over head mid-day. I’m not coming empty handed though, I have a portable DVD player, a laptop, 20 different DVDs and 100 more films on flash drive, and of course a lantern, water, a box of food and the piece de resistance: a backup generator. This storm looming isn’t so much a thunder storm as it is a hurricane, and while our coastal town has beautiful old houses and grand trees, it doesn’t bode well with flooding and dependable power supplies….
I can’t keep my hands off my girl.
We’ve been together for a few years now, and by all rights should have settled down to some slower pace, but somehow I end up five and a half inches into her every single day I see her.
A bit of description perhaps. Kathy is in her mid 30s, 5’7″, pale as can be with gorgeous red-auburn hair, and the most beautiful face. She gets off on me objectifying her, so hear the admiration in my words when I tell you she’s got a body meant for fucking. She’s athletic, with nicely toned arms, a flat stomach, and legs built for going uphill. This gorgeous pale white girl has ass for days, only exceeded as perhaps her sexiest physical feature by her boobs.
Kathy’s boobs deserve their own paragraph. I once asked her measurements so I could bring her something nice from a trip I, and she told me she was a 36c. She was not. After complaints of back pain, and a trip to a lovely store nearby, we’ve learned she’s actually 32g. A mere 32f in euro sizing. She’s got boobs that take over any shirt, and the boob / hip / booty ratio of this woman draw stares everywhere we go.
This is super long. And is only really the build up. My apologies.
This happened a few years ago when I was working a summer job and staying in a hostel.
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Kate was Italian, she had come to work on some exchange thing for a few weeks and we worked in different departments so to be honest I didn’t expect anything to happen.
I remember the day she arrived with a friend, they were sharing a room. I thought they were both pretty hot but Kate stood out. She had dark hair and an amazing body. She was wearing tight jeans and a hoodie and looked really good. I said hi in the lobby as I passed but thought nothing of it. I was so engrossed in my work that summer I didn’t think I’d have time for anything like that.
The next few days nothing interesting happened. I saw her a few times from a distance while I was working but again I didn’t really think about it.
Disclaimer: For privacy reasons, I will not disclose name or demographic of me or my classmate. Feel free to imagine about whatever’s not mentioned whether to be height, school, names, ethnicity, etc…
For my entire time in high school, I’ve always been looking at this girl who to me, was the perfect person. She was really smart, athletic, confident, and great in almost every way imaginable. She was a part-time tutor, in student council, founded the Physics, Psychology, Neurology, Microscopy, Forensics clubs and was on the board of the Politics, Finance, and the Debate clubs. On top of that, her softball and swimming teams always win, she ranks in the top 1% of students academically, and has already been admitted into the world-renown Oxford University in England. Always, she knew what to say, what was about to be said, and knew what to do in any given situation. I personally couldn’t imagine wanting anyone other than her, though she does feel way out of my league. She was the pinnacle of perfection and I couldn’t imagine looking up to anyone but her. She was my mentor, my senpai, my queen, my goddess, my role model, my everything. I feel eternally grateful for her mere existence, for she was everything I imagined the ideal person would be, even before I entered elementary.
My daughter’s friend Megan is stunning beautiful. They became friends in Junior High and in watched here develop into the most fuckable body I’ve ever seen. She was into dance and track in high school and had the tightest body ever. 5’5 long brown hair. Toned thighs with a tiny waist I could almost put my hands around. Almost a 6 pack stomach yet still managed to have dcup breasts. It would drive me crazy when they hung out at my house summer after summer in bikinis. I must have jerked off a million times thinking about her and looking at pictures of her. My daughter’s Instagram account was like my own personal Megan spank back. I was sad when my daughter went to college or of state but Megan stayed in state. Megan came from a poor home with a single mom who was a waitress and couldn’t afford out of state college. I figured that would be the end their friendship and I’d never see her sexy body again.
My girlfriend recently moved into a new apartment with her younger sister. My girlfriend, Ellie, and I are both 23 and her sister, Jordan, is three years younger than us. They both got a job within the same city and they get along great so it made sense to move in together. Jordan has an amazing body and is not shy about it. She is in very good shape and has great perky boobs, not too big but definitely a good size, probably a bigger C cup. She loves wearing revealing outfits around the apartment, from booty shorts with half her ass sticking out to tank tops and no bra. She routinely wears just a sports bra and sometimes, if she was getting something in the middle of the night, would come out of her room in a loose top and panties. I loved it but tried not to be too obvious about staring at her.
One night Ellie and I were watching a movie at their apartment. It was close to midnight and Jordan was in her room. Ellie and I are cuddled up on the couch with a blanket over us, drinking some wine, when Jordan comes out completely topless in a pair of boy shorts and sits on the chair next to us.
**FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS PART: I’ve been reminiscing on some past experiences and decided to write them down, as a bit of a writing exercise and as a way to relive some great sexual moments.**
**This story concerns an old girlfriend of mine, we had a rather wild relationship which had its fair share of ups and downs and towards the end it was mostly downs and we drifted more into fuck buddy territory without the label of “boyfriend and girlfriend”. However, this sort of worked in our favour, with our inhibitions lowered our sex life, which was never boring in the first place, shot through the roof.**
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Her name was Emma and believe me when I tell you that she was gorgeous. I’m not a tailor as a lot of posters here seem to be so I can’t tell you her exact measurements and cup size but I can tell you she had an incredibly slender and lean body. She had lovely long legs which lead do a rather petite but plump ass. Her breasts were amazing, firstly for the fact that they did not match her frame at all. Compared to her small body they were large, with a teardrop shape, and I can still picture the way they hung when she was riding on top of me. Secondly, her almost always erect nipples. Emma’s skin was rather pale and her nipples were a bright pink in comparison and covered in little bumps. Picturing them now is actually distracting me from writing this so let us get to the reason we are here.
Legend has it that there lived a young male barista who would bring me hot vanilla nonfat mochas after I having surgery and being home bound to a 10 week recovery. He also brought me pot and I loved it. In return, I took him to a winning Warriors playoffs game, sitting closer than he had ever been in the 10th row. Stubhub had the deal and the only person I ever talked about the Warriors to was my Starbucks boy, long after I healed and life went back to normal. He was the only diehard fan I wanted to take with me that day, to say thanks for brightening my day when I was at my lowest.
I never talk about how my Starbucks Boy licked my pussy when I was at the end of surgery recovery, when I was still scared to let anyone fuck me. I never talk about how he pushed me against my car in the oracle parking lot, pulled my pants down, and vigorously got me off after the big win. I don’t talk about a lot of his stories but I guess that’s what makes up the tall tales.