I have a wonderful man, and we share a pretty wild and erotic sex life. I decided to document each and every time as it is always so fucking awesome! Therefore, every detail you will read in my Sex Journal is real. April After a nice little dinner at his parents house, we went to see a movie - Sahara. But we were both as horny as can be -- it had been days since I felt him inside me, and we were both aching for it.

As they walked into the hotel Alex goes to the front desk to get the key to the room and Eva makes a quick call to her boss and lets him know she will not be in and will call him later. Her boss seemed so upset but Eva had no room in her mind for anything else but Alex at the moment, to the point where she did not even realize that she hung up on him again. Alex approached her and said, Shall we go? Eva flirtingly replied sure! They enter the elevator alone and Alex kept looking at Eva with his piercing eyes and

Chapter . Stewart and Farrell arrived outside Miss Kentons office just before their appointed time. It would be an understatement to suggest that they were nervous. They both new full well that Miss Kenton in a good mood was a frightening person to deal with but when she was understandably furious with their behaviour, they would be in for some serious discipline. Unknown to the prisoners on report, Miss Kenton had a visitor, Samantha Reynolds. They had been firm friends since their school days and although neither were confirmed lesbians by any stretch of

Bart woke up in a good mood. He knew he had to get home by eleven oclock, and it was only nine thirty now. His mother thought he was at Millhouses all night. Oh how little she knew. Bart looked over and noticed Edna Krabopple quietly sleeping on her stomach in the nude. "I know just how to wake her up." Bart thought to himself. He took his already rock hard dick and quickly shoved up her ass.

I know youre waiting for me. Even as I come through the door, I can feel you. I dont make you wait. Im as excited as you are. So I drop my briefcase and purse in the foyer and hurry into the bedroom, pausing only to remove a scrap of material from my briefcase. Once I cross the threshold, I pause. Youre sitting in the chair by the window. Youve closed the curtains and youre waiting, waiting for me. And I smile, knowing that Ive got a special gift just for you.

This is about my real first time and hers which she found alot of pain and if you do not enjoy hearing about painful sex i suggest you not read any farter. All people in this story are and consenting adults. It was our first school dance of the year and me and Kate had been together since the end of last school year. We were truly in love. I had tried to talk to her about sex many times before the dance and she said that she was waiting for that special someone. So i tried everything i could to make her realize i was that one i had been

Mary woke and looked about her, the late afternoon sun streamed through bars on a window. She was in a cell naked, the heavy iron door closed; she felt down between her legs, she was caked with dry cum. Her clit and nipples were no longer distended, her pussy bruised. She sighed, curled up and went back to sleep. A couple of hours later she awoke with a large black hand gently shaking her shoulder, she looked up into a guards face, he beckoned

Hi my name is Jimmy and I live in Manchester, England I currently attend Manchester University. Im bi-sexual an no-one knew this till last week, not my girl Clare, my friends or my american roommate John. It all started two weeks ago when after shagging my girl I ended up back at the flat with that same guilty feeling cos I realised i just wasnt enjoying it like I did with lads. John was sat down on the sofa watching something , maybe the news. I asked if he wanted to watch a dvd and he told me to get scarface out of his room.

I like it, although its not as exciting as cooking in a really good restaurant on a busy night, when your whites end up soaked in sweat and you come away with a few extra burns on your already scarred and blistered hands, and you end up getting drunk with the other guys, exhausted but triumphant, and maybe even having a quick sympathy fuck...okay, okay, that last bit doesnt happen very often, but it does happen occasionally. The catering gig is relatively low-pressure. Most of the pressure is about making sure that everything is what the client wants, which does not necessarily mean that its what the client asked for. Most clients do not know what they want.

Chapter During her first year, Chiara was conditioned to withstand the harshest beatings. They called it stamina enhancement sessions, as day after day, men and women passed to dish out floggings that could not have been survived anywhere else. Eventually, she had reached a level where she could be kept conscious for days under the instruments and even surpassed the stamina of her tormentors. The mental anguish of being unable to drift off into unconsciousness or insanity, coupled with the seemingly endless succession