The day had finally come, the day that Kristin had been dreaming about for one long year. Paul was finally available and she could now show him the love that had been welling up inside of her for so long. She knew that she loved him; she loved everything about him she thought of him while her hands shook on the wheel of the Volkswagen jetta. She was nervous the butterflies in her stomach were moving faster and faster.

It was Saturday night and we had taken the opportunity to go out in the town. We did not get home until about :am. I struggled to get the door open and we both stumble into the Apartment. I was feeling really horny and by the looks of it so was she. I get on top of her on the couch and we begin to kiss intensely. We get so carried away that we end up on the floor. She pushes the table away giving us some space.

It all started at the Masked Ball at the Roselinis. I had been invited but had none to bring. So I decided to go alone and see if I could find anyone. My name by the way is Lady Eleanor of South Hampton. I have never been married and I am under escort of my dear Aunt Lacy. So we decided to go, but first had to go into town to purchase new dresses. So we did and I found the most gorgeous pale blue velvet and silk gown with a mask of the same.

Im on the way to visit my mom, and Im driving on a somewhat deserted stretch of road. All of a sudden, I feel a big bump, and then a tha-thump, tha-thump noise. Ive got a flat tire! I pull over safely, and get out to inspect it. I apparently ran over a rock, and I have no idea how to change the tire. I look at the sky, which is overcast and gray. Itll be dark in about an hour, and will likely rain. The forest around me that was so pretty -- almost ethereal in the fog, now seems dark and foreboding.

It was mid-October when Tim met the girl of his dreams in person; she was a gorgeous brunette with a tight ass, perky breasts and a wonderful personality. Her name was Jen. They had met over the Internet in mid-September and had discussed making love so many times, he couldnt believe that the time had actually come when he would be able to do all of the things they had dreamed up. Suddenly his mind went blank as he saw her. She was walking towards him in a white tank top and a flower patterned wrap-around skirt.

Thats a rather erotic image you cuming in every orifice." "Truthfully, though, I dont know that I could get up for it." "Why, youve cum three times in a night before. Wed just need to space them. Want to go and try?" "Dont you want to hear my last two fantasies first?" "You mean after all that you still have more?" "Two more. In this one I fantasize about controlling you." "Oh, I like that, sweetie." "But from a distance." "How do you mean?" "Well . . . " ----- Earlier that Friday morning, when we talked on the phone, youd told me something that has given me a great idea. Your boss is away on vacation and his boss is out-of-town and wouldnt be back

I get up and move to the bathroom. Wondering what I did to get this guy. Holy shit. I will definitely be walking funny after three days of this. Moving into the bathroom, is like walking into a roman bath of old. The tub looks like it can hold a half a dozen people. On closer inspection, its a Jacuzzi tub. A separate shower, toilet, giant mirror viewing the entire room.

This afternoon, the distance crashing of waves lulled me into a light doze. The secluded beach made it easy for me to relax. Located nearly in my back yard, I loved its easy availability. The best part was that clothes are always optional. It was my little secret paradise. After finding my favorite spot, I stretched out my towel across the sand. Sparing a furtive glance around confirmed my solitude.

Summer heat was rising in Bombay. She was alone, and could not take this heat any longer. Her husband traveled a lot. Last night she went for the movies and couple in the next seats was making outthat made her hot. She wanted to fuck badlybeing an Indian she could not compromise with her values but what the heck she was like a bitch in heat.

His voice seemed a bit hoarse as he searched my face as if asking if it was enough, if he was enough. It suited him, I decided, and whispered, eyes locked with his... "Youre beautiful, Zack" palms raising to run over his face, smoothing the worry lines from around his forehead and eyes and Unbuttoning the final button on his shirt, I slipped it from his shoulders and threw it on the chair beside the bed, hearing the material slide to the floor and end up on the carpet. I knelt down between his knees, eyes never leaving him. "I want to make love to you. The way you should have been made love to all this time...