Jamie is my girlfriend we had been dating for almost 3 months before she let me kiss her, she would never let me feel around her pussy or ass only her titties.... I soon learned why. It was our one year anneversery she said after our movie she had something special planned after we got done with the movies. I picked her up from her house she was wearing something special for me her booty shorts which were like 2 sizes to small intentionally and a short shirt that ended above her belly button and cut a v that showed about 4 inches of cleavage and no bra. We came back to my place to watch our movie.
My name is Ias, I have black hair, brown eyes, I live in New Orleans, LA, I'm 5 foot 9 and a very logistical thinker. I also love women; I don't really have a type, so almost any type of girl turn me on, but each time I try to talk to a girl I would wine up talking myself right out of it. I would always think that I would say something wrong, or I would not be able to think of anything to say, so as the year went by I discover my mind had became my worst enemy. This was very bad for me because I knew a lot about sex, and I like to think of myself as a closet perv.
It was a summer day much like any other, I was hanging out at my friend Chelsea's house, where she lived with her older sister, Jessie. We were talking about her current boyfriend, who I happened to have known longer than she did, and I didn't like him. I joked about how he was gonna do her like he did all his other girlfriends, and she started to get upset with me. So she jokingly said "Your just jealous he got to me before you could," and I accidentally blurted out, "Hella jealous."
Wendy was 'hot.' All of my friends went gaa-gaa over her. She had always lived next door to me and we played together every day of our lives. We were the best of friends and we could tell each other anything. Likewise we could ask each other anything. One day Wendy told me that she was pissed off at her father. I tried to comfort her but that wasn't what she wanted. Her father had accused her of fucking around. It really pissed her off because she was still a virgin. I was also a virgin and she knew it. At the time we were in my bedroom, which wasn't unusual. That was when Wendy told me that she wanted to have sex. I asked her whom she wanted to have sex with.
Her hand so smooth ran over his face, in a sweet caress. Passing over his ear he shivered in delight. Tingling down his back. He kissed her, smoothly rubbing his tongue over the seam of her lips. Hands running over her back and lifting her shirt so slightly feeling her skin so soft beneath his finger tips. Slowly lifting the shirt higher and finally above her head, her body looked great, her blond hair glimmering in the moonlight. He kissed down her neck to her chest as her unhooked her bra letting it fall off her shoulders.
Dressed in a tailor fitted, three piece black suit he approaches the open bedroom door. A fat Coheba cigar between his fingers, atop his head a charcoal fedora, cocked in such a way to hide his amazingly blue eyes. A simple white box is tucked securely under one arm. Knuckles tap gently on the hard wood of the door before a foot is placed on the plush carpet. A queen size, four post bed centers the candlelit room. The scent of cinnamon invades his nostrils, a hint of vanilla trailing behind. The sound of water makes its way around a glass wall to find his attentive ears. His movements are silent as he places the box on the stark white bed spread before making his way around the well designed barrier that blocks the bathroom.
Derek and Janet had just come back from a party with their friends. Janet had spent the night being shy, sticking close to Derek--ever the reserved lady. She made polite, demure conversation in her little black, not-too-revealing dress, trying not to let her obvious youth show too much. Derek's friends were impressed. Overall, he was pleased with her performance, and as they left the party, he was thinking that he wanted to let her know that. They walked into the entrance of Derek's townhouse, and he took Janet's shoulders and turned her around, pressing her back up against the door.
With us organizing everything for our trip it's been a little quiet .. sexually .. around here the past couple of weeks so I think I'll tell you this newsletter about an experience I had a month or so back. It happened when I took my car in for a service. Because we have played with the boss of the garage and one of the guys who work there I always expect a little extra when I visit and it was no different this time. I arrived at the garage pretty much on time and saw Craig working under a car. He hadn't seen me so I walked over, checked that no-one was looking and then pressed my heel onto his cock ... which of course startled him .
Next week I'll be on spring break and looking for action, but now I'm in my dorm room alone and feeling horny, so decided to search the internet for porn. I found a site that said it contained amateur porn, pictures and videos. I've always been a bit skeptical, thinking the amateurs were really porn stars. Since I just wanted to look, it really didn't matter if the girls were amateurs or not, just so long as the pictures and videos were hot! So I clicked on the URL... There were about 10 pictures per web page of girls in various stages of undress. Many of the pictures were pretty hot, videos even hotter, in no time I was stroking my hard dick.
My girlfriend Tina was the kind of girl every guy wants to fuck. She's tall, about five foot nine with long, long legs. Her dark brown hair falls about three or four inches below her shoulders. She has phenomenal tits. Just unbelievable, with not too long of nipple, just long enough when hard to really swirl your tongue around. She was, without a doubt, one of those women that when you met her, you really didn't care if you were married, had a girlfriend, or liked the guy she was dating. You still wanted to fuck her. We worked together at a restaurant in LA, a posh one where we made a lot of money.