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Our First Meeting (Sex Story)

We decided to meet at the nearest motel in my town, as we talked about before I wasn’t going to wear a bra or any underwear, I was also wearing a short skirt, and a sexy tank top that showed my midriff. I thought it would just be some casual sex. I was going to get the surprise of my life. I knew that we had talked about bondage before, but I didn’t think that it would turn into reality.

It was Saturday afternoon, I knew Stephen would be here any minute, I was already at the motel, getting the room. I was waiting outside the entrance of the motel with the motel key, for my gorgeous lover to come. I was so wet, and horny it was unbelievable. We had been talking online for what seems like forever but in reality it was just over 4 Ѕ yrs , I fell in love with my lover the first time we met online, which seemed like yesterday.

He pulled up in his car, and got out. He had his overnight bag and another bag that I didn’t know what it had in it, I would soon find out. I walked over to him, and hugged him and gave him the most passionate kiss I have ever giving to a guy before. I told him that I had the motel room, and to follow me. Stephen followed me as I led him up the stairs to room 117. We got inside the room, and he put his overnight bag on the floor next to the bed. He sat the other bag down on the bed. I sat down on the opposite side, he came over to me and we kissed passionately again, as I started to remove his shirt, then he removed my shirt, within a matter of minutes we were both fully naked. His 8 inch cock standing straight at attention waiting for some attention. He opened his bag sitting on his bed and he pulled out 4 pairs of hand cuffs and 3 nipple clamps, a blindfold, and a small 6-7 inch vibrator. I thought oh my God, is the bondage that we talked about going to really be my reality, the answer is yes, yes it is. Read the rest…

Turbulence (Sex Story)

“Excuse me, is that seat vacant?”

Glancing up from his spreadsheet, Greg Lancaster liked what he saw.

Surely no more than eighteen or nineteen, the fresh-faced youngster was, if not the prettiest girl to ever cast a shadow across his retinas, certainly the best-looking in his residual memory. Drooling was not an option, and in the wake of his marginally over-emphasised “Oh yes, of course,” he clutched the lap-top to his chest, intending for her to squeeze past to the window-seat..

“Thanks,” she replied, inching her way forward delicately and providing Greg thereby, a momentarily arousing view of her compact rear-end in passing. “Oh God, please let her trip and fall in my lap,” he prayed silently, whilst watching that skin-tight little skirt in transit, her rather shapely thighs - a work in progress.

The moment closed out and the fantasies by necessity re-caged. Smiling at her briefly, he returned the notebook to his knee and continued adding data to column “F.”

The red-eye from Sydney to Perth is among the world’s stranger flights. Officially listed at three hours and ten minutes in duration, with the head-on influence of the ‘Fremantle Doctor’ - a high altitude wind that blows-inland along the Western Australian coastline, the flight can be protracted to well over five hours. Conversely, the return trip can be undertaken in as little as two hours fifty, courtesy of the same wind-swept conditions. In lieu of the available meteorological data, check-in had already advised this to be a five-hour flight in all probability. Read the rest…

Ladies, Imagine This (Sex Story)

It was a lovely summer night as we stood on the deck, after returning home from an evening out for dinner and dancing. I commented on how lovely you looked under the moonlit sky as I leaned forward to gently kiss your soft lips. We grasped each other in a passionate embrace and began to explore each others bodies through our clothing.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, I slowly lifted your shirt over your head and kiss your Brest, working my way down to your navel and circling it with the tip of my tongue. Unzipping your jeans, sliding my hands inside as I work them to the floor. My tongue never leaving your sweet body. Read the rest…

Sheetal the prostitute (Sex Story)

Sheetal and had opened up a part of me I never really admitted I had.
My life with my wife Rupali was your typical, wholesome life. We loved
each other and our infant son. We shared household chores. I worked
hard and provided for the family while she stayed at home and took care
of the house and our son. Despite our hectic lives we made love to each
other a couple of times a week and maintained a healthy sex life. Read the rest…

Playing boy Bunny (Sex Story)

I work the second shift as a production manager for a large paper company and have been doing this job on second shift for the last seven years. My best asset is my cock which according to my wife, who measured it quite a few times to ensure it was an accurate measurement, is nine and three quarters inches long and fat enough so that her fingers just about touch when she wraps her hand around it. My wife is a hair dresser and she made sure of my cocks size, so that she could brag to her friends and customers about my size. Her bragging worked well for me, when she was running her business out of our house, I got quite a few blow jobs in exchange for letting the ladies hold my cock and I got to fuck a few of the ladies from time to time, as on occasion, I would help my wife out by washing heads when the lady who did it normally, couldn’t make it in and I almost always got my cock felt up and I got to feel some tits and pussy, my wife has a great clientele, I think. About five years ago, my wife wanted to open up a real shop and since she already had a following and I made real good money, she found a place and opened for business. The last two and a half years she has been booked solid all week and is working Saturdays too, so we decided to buy an upscale house, five bedrooms, four and a half baths, swimming pool, all the amenities, the only problem with this picture is my love life really sucks, the only time I see my wife is Saturday night and Sunday and she is always too tired now to fuck. Read the rest…

Student of Massage (Sex Story)

“It’s now or never!” I thought as I stubbed out my fourth cigarette then drained the final dregs of my third cup of coffee of the hour. I stood up, straightened my pink halter-neck dress and glanced once more at the non-descript house on the opposite side of the street.
As I hurried across the road I thanked God that I was in a town three miles away from where I lived and studied at Lord Shearer’s College. Hopefully no-one that I knew would see me as I walked up the stone steps to the front door.

My mind was racing as I stared at door, “This is crazy!” I told myself, “You can’t do this…its bloody madness!”
Then I remembered why I was turning the golden handle…I was broke! Completely penniless…nothing in the bank…in fact I had LESS than nothing in the bank! My credit cards had both been stopped and I needed to pay back three weeks rent a couple of loans from friends by Friday night… plus… I needed to eat (and drink of course!). Read the rest…

Tammy and Josh (Sex Story)

Josh knocked on Tammy’s door. Moments later Tammy opened up the door and, seeing Josh, let him into the house. Tammy was Josh’s next door neighbor, and she had been a friend of his family for over ten years.

Tammy was single, having divorced her husband soon after they married. She was 30 years old and very attractive. Josh’s parents had used her to baby-sit him as he grew up, and he loved her very much. She was like a big sister to him. Well, sort of. Read the rest…

A Fantasy (Sex Story)

It’s a normal Friday night and im home alone again. But I won’t be for too long. I have been waiting on you all week to get back. My house is on a 10 acre lot with lots of woods around it. So im a very rich woman. I want to wait for you to get here but the anticipation of you touching me is too much. I just cant wait. So I slide out of my satin robe and drop it to the floor. I trace the outline of my neck down to my tits and start to rub them slowly. They are starting to stand up. They ache cause your not here to touch and suck them. So now I have to touch them for you. The phone starts ringing. It startled me so I stop touching myself. It’s you. Read the rest…

The Pizza Boy (Sex Story)

After a long week in the office working late nights, I finally made it to the end of the week. As I locked up the office and made my way home. I unlock the door to let myself in. I dump my bags and keys on the table and make my way to the fridge to pour myself a glass of wine. Everyone was gone for the night I was all alone again. I drink the first glass nearly in one go, I refill my glass and left the bottle of wine on the table. (Iˇ¦ll need that later). I turned on some music, so nice love songs, I decide to ring for a pizza to be home delivered. I sit quietly listening to the music, eyes shut trying to remove the long week from my memory.

After a few minutes I got up to refill my glass, and I go into the bathroom to run myself a spa, I undress myself slowly removing each piece one by one, dropping them to the floor. Leaving only my bra and g-string on. I hear the front door bell ring, I put on my bathrobe but leaving it untied. I make my way to the front door, I open the door and there in front of me is my sonˇ¦s friend now a pizza delivery boy. Having not seen him since he was quiet young, I was amazed to see him all grown up, with taut olive complexion and freshly shaven face. Making me all hot and horny. I asked him to come in while I get him some money. Read the rest…

Getting Even (Sex Story)

It’s Thursday night and I thought I would go down to my favorite bar for some dinner and a drink. I had on casual clothes not expecting to meet anyone new. Ricky’s is a quaint place that plays smooth jazz with a quiet atmosphere and a peaceful setting. There is never any trouble just music some food and relaxation after a long day.

I sat down at the bar and ordered the house specialty a Gin Rickey, I wanted a table for some dinner but as usual the place was packed even for a Thursday night and would have to eat in the bar. After my first drink I ordered a turkey on toasted sourdough with coleslaw as my headache started to subside. I knew it would be thirty minutes before the food showed up so I soaked up the music and quiet conversations of probably forty people in the bar area. Read the rest…