This one goes out to all the insomniacs out there: I am one of them, and at this very moment I am writing this at in the morning, because of this terrible habit. It was one of those nights. Those of you who are reading this who are insomniacs know what Im talking about. For those of you who are not, count yourself lucky. It was one of those nights when the line between the real and the unreal seems to blur, even disappear entirely. One of those nights when you could have sworn there were flowers on those curtains, but tonight

I was feeling exceptionally horny and so left Carol to her studies and went to my bedroom, and went ahead and had my usual fantasy, of mom, and how I would see her naked, and her beckoning me to come forth, and she would teach me the finer art of sex. With this in mind I immediately came, on the wall, and thus began my cleanup operation, to eliminate all telltale signs that may emanate from the smudges It suddenly occurred to me that I had never had sex before, therefore I was a virgin, and I needed a guided tour. The girls at school would make a laughing stock out of me, if I could not fulfil their dreams by not being in a position to please both of us. I explained my

This is Joans story as she told it to her son Steve, after he stumbled on his parents in a wild sex orgy late one night in their home. When I was and John, your dad, was , he started taking me out. We would go to movies, parties, plays, circuses, but the real excitement of the evening was always the sex that we had in the back seat of his fathers car before he drove me home. We were using condoms, but one night we ran out of condoms and we both wanted another fuck, so we fucked without any protection.

Hi, my name is Jennifer, I am years old, and I am married. I am just your everyday kind of person, I am , average weight, short brown hair, eyes that could hypnotize, and seductive full lips, I am not conceited or anything but I have been told that numerous times. It was my friends birthday and we all went out for dinner, her name is Jane, she invited one of her friends from work, when she got there, she was very nice and talking to everyone, Jane introduced meJen

Are you dying to fuck me Eric?" I looked her in the eye, "You know I am I have been for a long time." She smiled and reached down to grasp me. I had started to stiffen again when Monica came and feeling Chloes hand on me gave me new incentive. She pressed the head against her lips and slowly pressed herself down on me. We both moaned slightly as she took me completely inside her. She lay still for a moment so I could feel her surrounding me. It was incredible. She began to move over me, up and down, sliding me in and out of her. I slid my hands over her body, holding her hips as she rode me slow and gentle.

It had been several weeks since I had worked over time, or I should say it had been several weeks since I had worked overtime at the same time Carla did. I didnt expect to spend much more time peeking back and forth through our cubicles after Carlas last performance. Watching her so thoroughly fuck her boyfriend right here in the office, knowing that she knew I was watching her the whole time was an incredible turn on.

Cold steel. Its the feel of restriction, of futile struggle. Its around my wrists and barring my access to freedom. It cuts the shafts of sunlight into pale ribbons that lie uselessly across the concrete floor. All this for a little public disturbance? Give me a break. They should be out there catching real criminals. Clang Clang Clangety Clang. Some cop running their night stick across the bars. Trying to scare us. It works. Someone is already crying.

Another two weeks had gone by and they had both been busy, so much so that there were days that went without any calls or even e-mail between them. That was something new for them and it only served to heighten the tension when they finally did find a workable day and time in their schedules. She was already undressed and laying in the bed, sitting back against the headboard, smoking what appeared to be the third cigarette since she had gotten there.

She was reluctant at first, so I influenced her to coming with me cause I had heard the guys who did want to go with her just wanted sex. I admit I wanted it too, but Sasha is a good girl. I dont think shed like any guys touching her. Hearing so made her say yes and she smiled and jumped. Come prom night I had known that I was going to have the time of my life. Being that I was going to my last dance as a senior with a gorgeous girl that every guy in the senior class would have loved to sleep with. We got to the dance and Sasha looked extravagant in her prom dress. It was so beautiful. It was silver with a long slit on the side which uncovered her sexy stems which

I still couldnt believe what my wife Brooke had just done, but I knew I had to have that tape. The thought of being able to see my year old wife doing god knows how many men when ever I wanted was getting me hard again. Though I also was concerned that Brookes boss Roger Brady was going to fire her. There were so many rooms in this house I didnt know where to start looking. I figured it would be in some out of the way spot, so decided to check the basement first.