Teasing


Fantasy time, me and Kev.

After several years of thinking, the time had come for my husband and i, to fulfil our wildest fantasy's, only, he wouldn't know too much about most of them, who am i to tell, march, and the frosty mornings still among us, yet spring, firstly let me tell you some bits about ourselves. My husband, a 33 y/o, handsome, builder by trade, and very good with his hands! Named Kevin, myself, 34 y/o, sassy, told im very attractive, and awsome with my tongue. We had often spoken of our fantasy's, but husband was more honest and sordid than me, i kept them simple, almost romantic, secretly yearning for other, unmentionable, to him at least, things.

Alissa: Part 1

Alissa is my daughter. Well, technically, she is my step-daughter. But, her mother and I have been together since Alissa was about three years old, so I consider her to be of my own blood. We had a great relationship which just added to the illusion of us truly being related. I was fair with all my children. My wife, Yasmin, is the total opposite when it comes to disciplining the kids. She has her favorite, which is always the baby of the family. We now have five children, including Alissa, and with each new baby came a new favorite.

An Indecent Proposition (Part 5)

For over three months I had availed myself of Amy's eager mouth and pussy. For a girl who hadn't been dating and didn't really want a relationship, she was a very enthusiastic lover. It's true, apart from our night in Derbyshire, we hadn't eaten out, gone for walks or had a drink in the pub. Our relationship was ninety nine percent sexual. I would have said one hundred, but she served me in the refectory of a local nature reserve and I had given her lifts home. Since our meeting, Amy had past her test and now drove a second hand car, which precluded my services in that direction. Sometimes she would drive, on the occasion that I fancied a blow job in a quiet spot in the country.

Leona in Brazil

Mike journeys to Brazil, and discovers a sultry Latina by the name of Leona. Mike had never been to Brazil before. In fact what inspired him to take the plunge and journey to the South American country was precisely because of the tales of the visually stunning women of Brazil. It also helped that Mike has taken a liking to Latino women, having seen many in his lifetime who look like the same women from those infamously raunchy South American game shows, sporting half naked and sensuously dressed contestants. Short skirts, revealing clothing and thongs were the usual attire.

Merely Foreplay

I was looking to tease her from the off, it had been quite a few dates now and more and more the topic of sex had popped up in conversation, it hadn't been coincidence, she'd been deliberately doing it and she was practically gagging for it although she did disguise it well. I was going to engage with her sexually the next time we met. I invited her round and we began to watch television, it was mediocre and boring but as soon as the adverts came on the screen. I came alive, I clambered on top of her on the sofa and began to straddle her.

Girls Play Tent at Nude Camp

The girls around the block put their request with my stepdaughter to attend the "nudist colony" for the weekend. We joined about 7 years ago and it has been the best investment any incestuous family could make...We have a few BDSM friends at the camp site who occupy the basement in the main clubhouse. Usually they have a few sex slaves but when they have unsuspecting first timers who need constant attention, our friends put on quite a show for the camp site. This is my 3rd marriage in 10 years.

Calory Burning!

Well my job was based around exercise which was why I love my job. I love exercise, I love the burning sensation run through my muscular arms as I lift the weights and ignore the admiring advances of the women in Lycra to my left, I focused purely on pulling this heap of metal up and down until I was completely sapped of energy. After month after month of consecutive gym sessions on a daily basis, I was approached by a sharp looking woman in a business suit who proposed that I should become a personal trainer. I mean I get to exercise more and the gym was my social habitat; one that I thrived in as I could return the seductive gazes and join in with the banter thrown around but I didn't have any other alternative so I bit her hand off.

Maybe one more massage!

It was my last client of the day and I was dreading it, I could see the snow beginning to fall against the window and I knew that if I wasn't carefully, I could end up being snowed in at work and I couldn't think of something worse. I did decide however to make an effort as I lit the candles and let the aroma of vanilla drift through the air and fill the room. The room was nice and warm and I was ready as I stood there in my plain white uniform. I heard the bell ring which indicated the door had been opened and stepped out expecting to be rubbing the muscle of yet another strapping young lad who'd pulled something whilst playing some sort of exercise but I couldn't have been more wrong!

Sexual Awakening

Dean, a nineteen year old guy that I'd been talking to increasingly often, arrived at my house around 7pm like he said he would, and I got a little uneasily into his old silver car as he held the door open for me. By the time I got to Dean's I was even more nervous for no particular reason, but I was relieved the drive had gone smoothly (at least in my opinion) and that we had managed to keep the conversation going... Or at least I waffled on enough for the both of us. I followed him on weak legs into the back garden where a large shed had been converted into his bedroom.

Sexual Experiences in the Shower!

I approached your house and knocked on your door, as I stood on your doorstep in the cold, I saw a slither of light protruding through the door frame, there was no answer but the door was slightly ajar so I entered. I slowly opened the door and I quickly reached the top of the stairs, I turned right and approached her room, I walked in and saw the pile of clothes on the floor- her tank top and shorts and her lacy bra and underwear too. This led me to the conclusion that she was in the shower, so I quickly left her room and approached the bathroom and I knew from previous experiences that the lock on the door didn't work and also she had a phobia of being locked in a place.