Finger Sex


Down by the river

Me and my wife, well girlfriend at the time went out for one of our random walks. We used to do this all the time as we didn't have any other mode of transport and both lived at our parents houses. It was a very bright and warm day so we set off into town via the alottements. It was still quite early so it was very quiet. We kissed and cuddled and I played with her tits up her top from behind rubbing my hardening cock on her arse as we made our way through the shanty like shacks down to the river. Every now and then she would lift her top and flash her firm pale tits at me making me instantly hard.

my train ride

Class had finally ended and I was on my way home. I always took the train back and fourth from home to school three times a week. I always had my ipod and a good book to read when I rode the train. It takes an hr and half to go back and fourth. I always kept to myself and didn't talk to anyone who sat next to me. I checked my watch to see if it was almost time for the train to pull off. I was hoping no one would sit next tome. But he did, he was tall, bald, wore glasses and dressed nicely. He caught my attention and i turned to face him. Hello is anyone sitting here? I looked at him and said no. Usually people didn't ask to sit next to me they just do. But he did which surprised me.

Leanne (Chapter three)

Barry was indeed, able to cobble together a group of his friends who jumped at the chance of fucking Leanne. After all, the girl was a legend in the pub and was the subject of conversation and conjecture almost nightly, usually with a good amount of embroidery to the story. Her fame had not diminished in the slightest. And, like fishermen's exaggeration of dimensions, Leanne was capable of swallowing twelve inches of throbbing gristle. Reality says that she managed, perhaps, six inches at best. What wasn't embellished at all, was her willingness to accept cum, in copious amounts. The problem proved to be a location suitable for the occasion.

Leanne (chapter two)

"Where the fucking hell have you be..." Rob stood at the top of the stairs, arms akimbo, his face red with rage. Midway through the sentence, he realise Leanne looked as if she had been in a train wreck. "What the fuck happened to you?" He yelled, not moving off of his spot to allow her to pass. "Fucking hell Leanne, you smell like a whore and you're covered in goo. Where have you been?""Having a fucking good time." She answered and pushed past him. "What is that supposed to mean?" But he knew already that his girlfriend was splattered with spunk and judging by the amount, it was with more than one donor. "It means Rob, that I fucked a group of strangers in the car park on the common.

Dance floor

Joy had came to the club with her best friend Julia. Joy forgot to tell Julia people may start having sex in the middle of the dance floor. Also its darker in the club to give people some privacy. When Joy and Julia entered the club people were already on the dance floor. DJ was playing popular songs and everyone was on the dancing. Somehow Joy and Julia found space on the dance floor. Joy said to her best friend "What do you think of the vibe of the club?". Its to soon to say Joy". "I'll let you know by the end of the night" she yelled. Joy & Julia danced for a little while longer. Then Joy grabbed Julia arm and led her to the bar.

The Drive ... the destination

After the hot drive home and the grand entrance into the back yard we finally make it inside. Clothes half on and half off I grab some cans out of the fridge and make my way to the lounge room to crank the music up. He goes to the bathroom and comes back with his jeans back on and a t-shirt. I have made an attempt of sorts to get some sort of clothing on, making sure that it is something with easy access to both my tits and my pussy, after all we both know that the night is still so very young. I look at the clock ..it's only 8.30. We sit on the couch, but not right next to each other. We leave a gap like we usually do.

She's Tempting

Everyone knew what time she entered the building but never knew what time she left. The scent she wore was soft but very alluring. Mocha skin tone with long dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a smile that would light up a room. People couldn't help but greet her every time she came into the building. She only wore platform shoes to work and had a mean walk. She was the only female at the office who wore platform heels. The outfits that she always wore short & tight. Guys in the office turned their heads when she walked passed looking at her small waist, long lean sexy legs, and ass that had guys lost for words. The bra she wore barely held her large melon breast.

I am a Squirter

A true tale about my sexual awakening and the joy of masturbation. The start of a journey of sexual pleasure and adventures that would become my life. When I was younger I had no idea of what I could do sexually. Sex was just sex, although I thoroughly enjoyed it, once I knew what I could do with my pussy I started to enjoy it even more. I remember being at a girlfriends house with her and her husband. I must have been about 23, maybe a bit younger. We were just sitting around have a few drinks, chatting and laughing. Before I knew it we were watching porn. More for giggles then anything, but if they only knew how much this night would change my sexual experiences forever.

Slave: Chapter two

The remainder of the voyage passed by timelessly. It might have been the six weeks it actually was, or six months or years or just a few minutes. Someone marked the days at sea on the base of the mast where it was founded in a complicated joint to the keel board. Victoria didn't bother to look or count the groups of four vertical lines with a diagonal slash across for each completed set. Her passage of time on the voyage was taken up, either sitting alone and silently at the far end of the hold that held just over half of the original cargo, or being violated by her captor who had chosen her body for his own pleasure.

Slave: Chapter one

It was during the darkest hours, those before the dawn that they stole up from the river. Silently encircling the village and stopping on the outside of the boma. The dogs, the villager's normal clarions, died noiselessly after eating the poisoned meat, thrown over the thorn bush barrier, designed to keep the Hyenas and marauding leopards away from the livestock of goats and the few cattle they kept.The heat of the hot sun had leached out of the dung bricks that formed the bases of the huts, to be replaced by the chill of the night. They slept on rough cots, covered in skins or blankets given by the missionaries, oblivious of their impending fate.The signal, a short yip, woke Aneesha.