I realized when I was about twenty-one years of age that females turned me on. I never was really attracted to my best friends in a sexual way but I remember going to a strip club once with a bunch of guys. I was the only girl and was having a great time watching all the guys get turned out by the beautiful, all naked girls. I was wearing a dress with pantyhose (it was the middle of the winter and freezing out) and I suddenly felt like I wet myself. Needless to say, my pussy was soaking wet from all the titties and pussy lips being rubbed in my face all night. I also took a liking to lesbian porn before I would masturbate.
Natalie dropped her car down to second gear as the mountain road became steeper. It was snowing hard by now, and with night quickly approaching it was almost impossible to see the small signs put up at every crossroads. And, she admitted to herself, the tears weren't helping her visibility either. It was too painful to think about why she was crying, but the past two days kept replaying themselves in her head like a broken record she couldn't switch off no matter how hard she tried. As the snow started settling on the road her mind flashed back yet again to the events of that morning and the day before it.
"And as I started coming down and stopped screaming, he pulled out, climbed up the bed on me and shoved it in my mouth. Oh, it was incredible! Within two pumps he started..."Joshua clenched his fists, tried to block his hearing, and concentrated, yet again, on solely walking forward. It had been her idea, of course. He'd gotten the phone call first thing in the morning. He could remember it vividly. The ringing had woken him up just after six in the morning. On a Saturday. He had planned on sleeping until noon and doing nothing the whole day. And then he had picked up the phone.
My Mistress looked on as three of her gorgeous, naked handmaidens made the final adjustments. One of them, a cute little brunet who was 18 years old with the body of a voluptuous cherub, snugly inflated the watertight seal around my neck. My head was now securely sealed inside the clear glass pedestal of my Mistress' newly installed Ingolstadt toilet! I was its first inmate and would remain so for as long as she desired. The other two women, both blondes, probably in their mid twenties, and every bit as mouthwatering to look at, finished securing my naked body to the platform that extends behind the toilet.
I twiddled my thumbs nervously as I stared out the large transparent-aluminum viewing port that was designed to show off the docking ships. Normally I wouldn't have been uptight, but currently there was only one ship docked at the star-base and it was a "Dragon" owned ship. My chances , it seemed, of getting out of my 6 month unemployment streak were slim. Most of the humanoid dragons preferred to keep a pretty straight-forward crew of just "Dragons".
Kara planned everything out carefully and collected all the stuff she was going to need to execute her plan. She looked in the mirror as she got ready and studied the reflection looking back at her. She was about 5'6" and a slight 115 pounds. She had a nice size chest, 34 D. Sam loved them and couldn't get enough of them. She had curves in all the right places, which she was currently accentuating with a rhinestone studded thong and matching bra. Pulling on a simple pair of jeans with a belt and a blue button down shirt of her husbands, she brushed her sun streaked brown hair out of her face. Her long lashed green eyes studied the unassuming outfit. Perfect!
Sre awoke tangled in Roscrow's arms, her face nearly buried in his powerful chest. She snuggled even further into his body, smiling when she felt him stir and slowly come into the waking world. He slowly turned over and stretched, before Sre laid on top of him, cuddling as close to him as she could. And then the house shook. A great roar resounded through the woods and it suddenly got very hot. Roscrow leapt to his feet, scrambling to get at least his breeches on. As Sre pulled on a long tunic, Baby's huge golden eye glared in through the window. Roscrow was about to go out to face the angry dragon when Sre grabbed his arm. "Wait! He'll listen to me!
He leant toward her ear and offered to buy her another drink. The music in the club was so loud that even this close she could barely hear him. It was getting close to closing and she'd already had too many but she figured one more couldn't hurt. Her boyfriend probably wouldn't be thrilled but the guy smelled great and he was fun to be around. They talked as well as they could while they drank and then he took two of the cups of water lined along the bar and handed her one. She looked at him over her drink, taking in his tanned skin and dark hair. He looked strong and she thought he was really sexy in an unassuming way.
My wife, Teresa and I are a middle to upper class white suburbian couple. We lived in a high class part of town and cohabitated in a luxury apartment. However we found ourselves in a very unfortunate situation. We both were unemployed and because we were early in our marriage and both coming out of financially devastating divorces, our nest egg had not grown large enough to sustain our continued life style for longer than a year. After about 6 months our apartment lease came to an end and we had to make a decision. We both had several interviews by this point, but unfortunately no offers.
It was a quiet day at the Burrow. Ron and Hermione were upstairs making preparations for their departure, Molly was in the kitchen making up dinner, and Harry, feeling alone, ventured out to find Ginny. He had wanted to talk to her about last year, about how he had ended their relationship briefly and coldly. He was scared that she would still be mad at him, because he knew that when she was angry, she usually started to hex people. He most vividly remembered her encounter with Malfoy on the train where she had used a shrinking charm on a very private area.