A lonely night yet again, you drift off to sleep waiting for him to come home. Wishing he were there, wanting him to be with you tonight, tonight of all nights, he could have come home before midnight; tonight, your anniversary. In your sleep, you meet the man of your dreams, a man that never stays out late with his boys, never works late, never gives you excuses when you ask "why?" He treats you like his queen, takes you out, remembers dates and

My fingers caress the keys, thinking that I caress your body. Looking for in Internet something that moves my soul. Among the messages sent to a community gay, I encounter an album of pictures, Pictures . I open it and I am dazzled by the beauty of images that contains. First plane: the white and perfect body of an adolescent, of feet, the hands supported in the frame of the window. Behind him, in a second plane, among the shades, the body of a man, strong and powerful, their legs, their torso, he almost erect penis.

This is a follow up after the first time that I got my wife to fuck me with her strap on dildo. My wife and I continued our growing sexual satisfaction through the use of many toys. Both, her and myself, had been exploring sexual situations quite a bit and had developed many fuck fest at home. Sometimes we would begin on saturday evening and continue through out all night. We both got our fill of orgasms and in my case and thanks to my male "g" spot I was able to cum often and in big quantities of cum.

Marcia came home from work to find Frank on the computer. "Hi babe," she said, as she gave Frank a quick kiss. "What do you want to do for dinner?" Frank asked. "You," Marcia smiled. "Seriously?" Frank asked with an anxious tone in his voice. "Of course I want to do you babe. Im not hungry for dinner yet, but I am hungry for you," Marcia said and again smiled playfully. "Lets spice things up a bit.

Youre wearing a nice light breezy dress and sitting at your desk. I have arranged for people to have reasons to be in your office constantly all morning. As you come back from getting your coffee, I slip quietly under your desk and wait for you. A co-worker named Mark enters with you and as you slide your chair under your desk, your knee brushes against my head. You are startled but try not to act that way.

I am instructed to follow Master into His room, so i crawl behind and as i enter, i realize we are not alone. there is a young man laying on His bed, his cock long and thick, is erect and waiting to be warmed. "up on the bed, slave. on your hands and knees over my guest." as i kneel over him, Master Paul thrusts the double dildo into my cunt and ass, fucking it aggressively until i am dripping wet. "put his cock into your cunt, whore.

Both Mark were already stripping out of their briefs and getting ready to swim now, "Hey guys slow down even if the pool is heated its still early and Im hungry so put your briefs back on and lets go eat." "Wait a second Justin dont put them on yet I want to kiss your tiny butt-hole". "Let me grab my ankles!" Mark stuck his tongue against Justins tiny hole and twisted his tongue hard until it slipped into Justins hole and he let out a giggle, I saw marks mouth and he was sucking on his

She shuddered and moaned... it wasnt that Christy didnt like anal, shed done it with previous boyfriends... but David was a little... girthy. And she was very intimidated by that girth, not sure that her ass would stretch that wide open. Even Davids fingers were thick and when he put two in her ass it was already like having the biggest dick shed ever had in there... She gasped... David was nibbling on her clit, teasing the tender bud... and then pulling away just as she approached orgasm. "Oh youre mean..." she moaned, writhing on the bed before him, her body and her mind conflicted... "I dont know... I dont know..." "Please," murmured David into her pussy,

Maggie had hoped to get home before Beth. However the sight of a backpack on the kitchen table told her Beth was already there. "Beth!" called out Maggie. "Im in here," replied Beth, her voice coming from the downstairs den that served as an office. Maggie thought she is probably on the computer again. "Hey Kiddo, we need to have a talk," announced Maggie, using her nickname for Beth.

I heard the door close downstairs. "Did you remember the bread?" I called down to her. "Shit! No, Ill go back." I knew she was tired but her voice said she was exhausted. I stood up and went down. "Thats okay," I told her. "Im out of beer anyway." I pulled my jacket from the chair where I usually hang it. "Do we need anything else?" I do most of the shopping anyway, so I was pretty sure we