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He (19m) was very hungry this morning, he wanted to milk my cock.
I love using his mouth like a fleshlight, he was starving this mourning, so I gave him a huge load, I couldn’t fuck him as it was a quickie.
I fucked the wife later, imagining her pussy as his.
Went for a walk with gf [19]
/>went for a walk with gf, “Emily”, (cute, slim brunette girl with glasses) down a bike and jogging path.
I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra under her sundress and it kind of turned me on.
We had to walk over a highway overpass so I dared her to flash the highway but she said no way.
So we keep walking for a while and there was an older Asian lady walking towards us.
Then, all of a sudden, Emily takes off her glasses and reaches down and pulls her dress over her head. Her perky pink nippled tits pop out as she slides the elastic part off. She puts her glasses back on then starts walking down the path in just her g string and shoes.
The woman and an older man walk past as if were totally normal.
A few bikers pass us and ring their bells or whistle.
There was a guy jogging topless ahead of us, I tell her her to go jog topless with him.
She says ok take my dress. I say ok and we start running to catch up with him. We’re sweating when we finally do.
As we jog alongside, he’s moving so fast that Emily’s nipples point up to the sky and slam back down as her little boobs flop all over.
It had been two weeks since the breakup with Henry, and we had no contact with each other. I drowned myself in my work and tried to forget about him, but it was more challenging than it seemed.
It was becoming clear that I wasn’t ready to get back into the dating world. I blamed myself for the problems with Henry, he was a good man, and I tore him down because he wasn’t good in bed.
All kinds of thoughts filled my head. Maybe I could have ignored it. Perhaps I went too far.
I sat down with my friends and asked if they had encountered the same problems. Since they, too, had gone through the same thing as I had.
“He’s a man,” Jacquelyn shrugged. “Nathan was the same way at the beginning.”
Jacquelyn, the most outgoing out of all of us, had been married to a police commissioner before everything went down. Now, she was happily divorced and seeing her neighbor.
“But’s he’s, well you know,” Sabrina said.
“No, I don’t,” Jacquelyn shook her head. She was teasing Sabrina, who was more introverted than the rest of us.
The Tribe of Kundal is a land based upon the dynamics of power and ancient tradition. As soon as a boy reaches coming of age he is scrutinized by the Tribal Elders. Every detail from his strength, speed, stature, even the size of his Manhood and fertility is taken into consideration when deciding what his role shall be within the tribe.
Those who excel in all forms physically, athletically, and intellectually are granted the title of a Kundali warrior. These Men will spend their lives training, learning, and building themselves up to become protectors of their people and go on to expand their domain.
It is not an easy role, in fact the training they undergo is known to be some of the most brutal and intensive out of any known tribe. Training that would make weaker men perish in all but days. Yet these Men do not yield. Embracing the challenge as well as the responsibilities that comes along with it.
Due to the role the Warrior plays within the tribe and how much dedication it requires, Kundali warriors are not permitted to marry. As family life would only serve to take them away from their duties toward their tribe. Instead, these Men have full authority to bed any woman they desire. Even if that woman is already married to a Kukti (Kundali for “lesser man”).
Like I mentioned in my first post I created this account a few weeks back to share about 6 or 7 of my better cheating adventures (but still not sharing the ones I’m taking to the grave lol). This is my second one.
I work for myself so I always do drop off and pick up at my kid’s school. At pick up I park and wait outside the front of the school every day.
I had met another mom named Stephanie at a kid birthday last summer. She talked to my wife a lot, too. She has a 1st grader and also a 3rd grader. She seemed nice when I met her. A lot of the typical parent conversation at those things. What teachers has your kid had? What neighborhood do you live in? Stuff like that.
She also waits outside the school at pickup. She’s short, probably 5-2. Kinda short curly blonde hair. Pretty small build. Small to medium-ish tits and a small cute butt. Mid 30s. If you saw her you would say “cute and spunky.”
I have always been very friendly with all of my neighbors. But when the Johnsons [changed for privacy] moved in I always got along better with them the others. I own my own home so I live by myself and am single.
Things started off normal, they would invite me over for the usual holiday BBQ’s or poker nights. And we became really good friends. But things started to change when the husband started a new job and would be working later hours.
We still would get together on weekends and holidays but I would see the husband much besides these times. The Wife [let’s call her B] was a normal housewife. She worked part time from home so she could take care of their children during the evenings when the husband was not home. When she would see me outside working in my backyard she would always wave and ask if I would like something to drink. I usually excepted her offer and would meet her at our shared wood fence.
It was a long week at the office for my wife, the high-powered executive. Each night, she came home in a bad mood, a product of managing an array of high potential employees in her company. She is an amazing boss with a great deal of power to make important decisions each business day. At night, though, she knew it was time for me to put her in her place. Her occupation required her to be in control all day, and she welcomed the change of pace at night when I controlled her.
She exited the shower wearing nothing but a towel around her head and walked toward me lying in our bed.
“Sex?” She asked.
“Do you think you deserve sex?” I replied.
“Please can we have sex?”
She was now standing next to me naked and looking down on me in bed. Small drops of water remained scattered across her perky chest.
“Turn around and bend over,” I directed her.
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Amanda finished fixing her makeup and placed her hands on the counter, and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was dressed in the same green mini dress she wore last night, the plunging neckline showing off a generous portion of her breasts. She looked good. She felt like shit. She was exhausted.
Amanda fished around in her purse and found a straw and a small glass vial. She held the vial up in front of her face to inspect the contents. There was only a tiny amount of white powder left at the bottom.
“Shit” she sighed. The way she was feeling, she was going to have to score some more to get through the day. She opened the vial and carefully tipped out what was left in a line on the counter. She placed one end of the straw against her nostril and snorted along the line, hoovering it all up.
Amanda collected herself and left the bathroom. Becca was standing there, topless, cup of coffee in her hand and a smile on her face.
“You sure I can’t get you anything? Cup of coffee?”
Tammy’s gift could not have come at a better time. Emptying yourself in Vika had also emptied the sexual thoughts plaguing you, and with several days of singular focus you’re as prepared as you could ever be come Saturday.
Claire’s sporty red convertible pulls into your gated driveway late in the morning. Not wanting to seem overeager you wait until Ashley texts you to head outside.
“Hi, Mr. M,” Claire giggles the moment she sees you. “Looking sharp.”
You’d donned your best polo and golf shorts, even breaking out the gaudy Rolex you rarely wore outside formal functions to round out the rich older man look. Ashley launches herself into your arms for a grateful hug. You kiss both girls on the cheeks and help them unpack, insisting on taking the heaviest bags for yourself. Your display of chivalry is also the perfect excuse to flex your strength. It works wonders. Claire purrs and runs a finger up your taut bicep too overtly for Ashley not to notice.
When all of Ashley’s trunkful of belongings are inside, you give Claire a gift card to Lucien’s as a thank-you present to wrap up this affair in a neat little bow. But as you’d feared, she’s too determined to send off that easily.
“”The sound of a garage, my garage met my ears. Hefting the door open just to hear the sounds of city life. From honking to tires squealing in the distance, “Yep, this is the life” sighing contently.
Turning back to my project with the spin of a ratchet I stalked the beast that lay in front of me. If you’re thinking I’m a dude, a bruiser you are wrong. Same goes for a butch, I am nothing like any of those stereotypes. Granted I still put on my pants one leg at a time butt the trill of lace panties. Of slipping into the role of a female gets you the same way it gets me then you must be onto something.”
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“Bending over the feel of resistance. The feel of greece and oil as it… “Cum on baby hand it over” muscles straining until I feel the spark plug give way.
“You know watching your bum work, going from the most amazing view in this garage” I just wanted to spank that little ass. That point of no return cause my cock was standing at attention.