Its late October and the weather has gotten very cold as fall approaches. The forecast for today is frost on the ground with fog lifting in the late morning and warm sunny skies predicted for the afternoon. You give a sigh at the forecast and go into the closet to pick out the outfit you will wear to work today. You get dressed for work in your sexy undergarments of red lace bra, red thong panties, and tan seminude pantyhose.

This is the executive dining room." "David, youve got to help me." "You do seem upset, Abby. Not your usual calm, cool self." "Barry fired me. David. Oh god. You have to talk to him. You have to..." "Abby." "What?" "I dont have to do anything." "I know. But..." "Barry is your boss." "But youre his, David...you know I cant...this job...its not fair..." "I dont like meddling in such matters." "I wouldnt ask you if I didnt...Its my life, David... Jesus.

I knock on the door, trembling with anticipation. I take a deep breath of chilly air, filling my lungs with the crispness. Im impatient. I knock again, and the door is flung open. I smile with relief and gratification. It was starting to get cold. Without any words, he pulls me in and closed the door, kissing me passionately and deeply, pressing my body against the wall in the foyer.

The bell went - Nick Hill rose drowsily and immediately threw off the covers. Both legs were there, but a toe on the left foot was not. Cursing, he hobbled to the bathroom and cleaned the blood away. He looked pale and unsure as he ate his breakfast quickly. He locked his house and started walking towards the bus stop. Many people bumped into him on the way, but they continued walking without offering

Slowly, I began to come back to earth, my mind racing about per with a zillion thoughts. Wow, I thought, was that amazing, or what? I shuddered, as I recalled vividly the awesome sensation of him touching me...there....his hand rubbing up and down on my hard dick...making me shoot my sperms... big time...all inside of my boxers, and sliming his hand with the stuff too....wow...he licked it off, too! And then...oh God...just him looking at me... all naked... washing my gooey dick for me...cool...getting another bone on....shit..he did, huh...freeking...SUCKED...MY.. .COCK....and...damn..

Anyway, its nothing to be alarmed about. When a boy does it its called a wet dream because he shoots off. But for girls, it just makes them get turned on a lot like you said you were. Its perfectly normal." Now she was feeling pretty grown up and a little bit wicked to be discussing such things with her stepdad. "I sure was," she exclaimed, "more than Ive ever been before!" "You were

I am basically a straight guy, by straight I mean that I am physically attracted only to women, however I have always harbored a fair amount of homosexual curiosity. The idea of giving my body to another man sexually has always been one of my most intense fantasies, and in my early twenties I decided to give it a try. The following is a true story of my first gay experience, and the beginning of my life as a submissive bi-sexual. My search for my first gay lover started online, and after flirting with different men for

April , : Age years and days. As good a time as any to start my autobiography. Its Britain, so its raining. Im British so its important that I mention the weather: my communication skills would be zilch if I didnt. Today the weather came up no less than four times. Firstly, Neighbour: Terrible weather! Me: And they call this the start of summer! Neighbour: Gives the flowers a chance I suppose.

I licked her pubic area softly, letting her down from her high, gently, after a few minutes of her deep breathing, she shuddered again, moved to mouth my cock again, saying "Yum-mie". I wanted to cum in her body, this first time, and also to make sure she came again, not wanting to waste her ability to multiple-orgasm, I pulled my prick from her mouth, as I turned, she knowing, also turned onto her back, she spread her legs on either side of me, and guided my dick into her welcoming body, we both watched, fascinated, as her body swallowed mine. The entry was nice and tight, very hot to my air-cooled prick, as it slowly slid into her body, and as it neared the root, and

This had never happened before, in the , or so years she had been on the job as Devourer of Hearts. This was a title affectionately bestowed upon her by the gods of the underworld and the Egyptian people, but it was not entirely accurate, since she devoured not just hearts, but souls as well. One of the souls she had eaten recently was causing problems. She burped a lot, and the rumbling in her tummy was keeping her awake.