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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It always stressed Laura out when she would hit the town with her friends. She could cope with going for a few drinks somewhere but it was when they started jumping between clubs every hour she felt the pain. So many cover charges only to turn around and leave straight after. Bad enough while she was merely underpaid compared to her friends…but now she was unemployed and too ashamed to admit it. That’s why she groaned under her breath hearing Fliss yell over the music. “ITS DEAD HERE, LET’S GO TO FUNKS!” “FUNKS? WHY WOULD WE EVER GO THERE?” shouted half the group almost in unison. “NEW MANAGEMENT, MY EXES FRIENDS COUSIN WORKS THERE. THEY HAVE SOME NEW EVENTS…AND 2-1 SAMBUCA!” Laura meekly followed…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This story series involves infidelity, cuckolding, and chastity. Fun themes for some, distasteful for others. If you fall into the second category and still read the story, remember you were warned. A VERY SHORT RECAP: The early chapters set up the story of how Julie was sending her husband off on his business trip in chastity while she became her lover’s full-time girlfriend. The next chapters documented the crazy fun that Julie and her lover were having while only offering Scott, Julie’s husband, just a few details that his wife’s lover shared because his wife had cut off all communication. Recently, Scott learned that his wife and his boss had hooked up, seriously hooked up, and chapters 8-9-10 were the fun times Jacob and…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 ──♡─♡♠♠♡ Chapter 1 ♡♠♠♡─♡─── Through Mike’s Eyes ─────◇♦♠♦◇───── That early morning alarm, blaring at 5:30 AM, always hit me hard. But every day, it was the same routine. I’d lay there for a bit, soaking in the quiet before everything went haywire. Maggie was beside me, breathing so calm, so peaceful. Didn’t want to wake her, so I got up real quiet-like, heading to the bathroom. That shower, man, it’s like therapy. Warm water hitting my back, steam fogging up the mirror, and that old school Old Spice soap of mine. Felt good, you know? Refreshing. Every drop was like gearing up for the battle of the day. When I got dressed, white shirt, those slacks, I looked in the mirror and thought, “Mike,…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 [Note: all characters are eighteen years old, or older.] [Note: contains aunt/nephew incest.] Sue Brown shifted the hem of her skirt, the bottom half of a tight-fitting, maroon business suit. She was facing the window of her office, on the 11th floor of the Enclave 17 Mutual Insurance Building, which had a panoramic view of Danvers’ Golden Triangle neighborhood. “Deep breaths, Brown,” she thought, as she considered the appointment coming up in a few hours. She opened her door and made for the elevator, intent on grabbing lunch first. Along the way, she passed by one of her male coworkers. He was wearing a wired USB headset on his head and was bent over his desk. Another man was behind him, plowing away. “Barry……

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 He was perfect, just perfect Gerri thought to herself. She had been waitressing at an upscale restaurant for over a year now to help pay her way through Nursing School. School and work took up a lot of her time, but lately she’d been feeling the urge to find someone new to play with, and then Steven started working as a waiter. He was 18 and although he was good with customers, seemed a little shy around the women he worked with. She saw him flirt a little with some of the waitresses closer to his age, but figured he was too intimidated by the 15-year age difference between them to try anything with her. This was to her liking, as it meant she…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Olivia was a very thoughtful girl, questioning everything and searching for what she wanted out of life. She was half Korean and half white and was always a good student. From Olivia’s perspective, she hadn’t been the target of the male fantasy, at least as far as she knew, until she had gotten into college and dropped some weight. In reality, she had always been the target of many male fantasies; she just didn’t realize it. Her intelligence, wit, sense of humor, warm demeanor, optimistic thinking, humility, compassion, and many other positive traits drew people to her and produced many cum-filled socks. While Olivia acted like an introvert, that doesn’t mean she was a prude. Olivia had grown up in a household with a…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 [This is the fifth of a series of chapters for a new story that includes many of my usual elements: natural body fluids and products, strong smells, D/s, spanking, ridiculous premises, and eccentric characters, all over the age of 18. If any of these things are not to your taste or offend you, I suggest you exit immediately and look elsewhere on Lit for stories more up your alley. I present my writings here for my fans, who appreciate what I am doing and get my sense of humor. I have uploaded this under the Fetish category, as that seems to best encompass the mix of activities included. I urge you to read the chapters before this, as it will help this chapter make…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I wrote this a few months back in reaction to a series of adventures my wife and I sort of fell into. It’s mostly true to the extent that you can capture 4 dimensional life events and condense them to the two dimensional space available in print. In real life, things take longer. There are false starts and pauses. Regrettable detours that might make some sense at the moment but lose perspective over time. None of those things contribute much to making your cocks hard and pussies wet (if anyone can think of a classier way of expressing that, I’d like to hear from you) so I’ve omitted them here. Also, for perspective, we’re older. Not as in American Gothic old but more as…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 All the guys around campus knew about Misty. She wasn’t the campus slut, that was Carla. Misty was the campus tease. There were so many stories of her leading guys on only to leave them hanging that if even half of them were true it would make her one of the most wicked girls in town. Just so everyone knows what we’re looking at, Misty was about 5 foot seven with a gorgeous curvy figure with tits that were not too big but not too small and long blond hair and a face that said tease no matter what expression she was making. In short, she was super-hot and had the perfect body to be the campus tease. And from the stores I heard…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 PREFACE Caitlin stretched and yawned as the alarm pierced her sleep. A shaft of sunlight hit her face through a crack in the curtain and she gradually became aware of busy, industrious noises from downstairs. Her excitement made her stomach somersault, and her pussy moisten, as she remembered what day it was. ‘T minus 10 minutes love’ called her husband Gene from downstairs. ‘Coming down now!’ she called back. Gene’s bags were leaning against the front door as she came down the stairs. ‘Did you order the taxi yet?’ she asked ‘Yep, on their way!’ he replied. Heart thudding in her chest at the lie slipping so easily out of her mouth, she said ‘I’m really going to miss you while you’re gone’ He…