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The School Reunion (c) Paul Garland http://www.allmylinks.com/eroticapaul Chapter 3 Again, in the morning, things felt relatively normal. During the morning though, Claire took her phone into the bathroom with her and was careful not to leave it lying around, which was unusual, but of course I knew why. I always go to see my mother on Sundays, sometimes with Claire and sometimes without and today was a ‘just me’ day. I left Claire sitting in the back garden enjoying the warm sun while I headed out but as soon as I got in the car, I called Steph to see when we could chat. “I’m free now, if you want to stop by?” she offered and I said yes. She gave me her address and it turned out that her house wasn’t too far out of the way, so just a few minutes later, I pulled up outside and she was there to meet me at the door with a coffee and a warm smile. “How are you?” I said as I looked around the nicely presented hallway and living room. “I’m good, thank

Although I prefer the more "fruity" drinks, (I don't really like the taste of alcohol) I drink to get impaired. So I don't mind doing "shots" or just guzzling the alcohol to reach my goal. That being said, I don't really have a "favorite drink." However, liquor releases my "inhibitions." The "best sex" I ever had was after a 4 LOKO and a "Slurpee" cup full of a blended mix of a LOT of vodka, fruit concentrate, and frozen fruit. Both my SO and I were FAR beyond "drunk." (We know to stay hydrated to avoid feeling sick) We turned off the TV and retired of to bed. Before I could get my robe off, she pushed me down on the foot of the bed and started furiously felating me. It should be noted, I'm a "lover" not a "fighter," so I am (usually) turned-off by violence. (Dominance) I am fueled by "desire," dominance, is the opposite. However, I was (Heavily) impaired. I didn't care. I wanted her and I wanted her NOW. After some sort of drunken "wrestling" manuver, I had her pinned

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I remember, don't worry, how could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met… the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me (Phil Collins – In the Air Tonight) Moran’s heart was racing, both because the remnants of a spoiled orgasm ravaged her body, and because she was seconds from having her weekend leave revoked. She let out an involuntary soft moan as her body finished unloading, the drain fighting for its life to deal with her thick outpour. Mor blinked a couple of times, it took her a moment to understand what she was looking at. She made a step towards Moran, still keeping a meter between them. The commander au

It’s midday. Lo’s in the bed, naked. “Come here, Daddy, and fuck me,” she says. I get naked and slide into her. “You’re so wet,” I say. “I just jilled it.” As I’m inside her with her legs spread, she says, “You know, all the blinds are open and all the neighbors can see us.” “Do you want me to shut them?” “No!” she says, “I was telling you so that you’d fuck me like a pornstar.” “You are a pornstar. My pornstar.” “Not just yours.” “What did you jill it to?” “Get behind me and I’ll tell you.” She gets on all fours, facing the open windows, and I mount her from behind. “That’s it,” she says. “I jilled it to the thought of yesterday at the beach.” “Which part?” “Watching the girls in their thongs.” Before she can say anymore, the image of her masturbating in the car, her legs up on the dashboard, watching two girls wearing skimpy bikinis splashing about before her as Lo intentl

“My husband’s a sissy. I want you to fuck me in front of him.” I’d been work friends with Mandy for years. At parties and work-related outings with spouses, I’d often sat with her and her husband Braydon. What she told me was the last thing I’d ever thought hear come out of her mouth. She’s a BBW with wide hips, plump ass and big tits to match; her husband was the complete opposite. While having a feminine voice, he was muscular with a matte of hair on his chest and a full beard. I watched him out of the corner of my eye trying to judge his reaction to what she had just told me. “I am,” he admitted as shrugged his shoulders. “Come on. Let’s go up to the room.” Mandy pushed her chair back not even waiting for me to agree to what she had just told me. Dutifully, Braydon stood up, pushed his chair in and followed Mandy. She stopped at the door that led into the hotel lobby. “You coming, or what?” Not daring to disagree, I downed the last of my Scotch and w

“Built like a brick shit house,” is how my Dad described the new neighbor when Mom wasn’t around. Home from college and nursing hurt feelings from a breakup with my girlfriend, hearing Dad ogle the new neighbor wasn’t my idea of fun. When Mom gave me a few pieces of mail to take next door, after it was inadvertently delivered to us, it was an afternoon that changed my opinion and had me completely agreeing with the old man. Trooping next door, I rang the front doorbell and waited. After receiving no answer, I made my way down the driveway to the back of the house and spotted her lounging by the pool. My cock unsprang as I saw her and for the first time, had to agree with my Dad. The new neighbor was built. Curvy and voluptuous, wearing a floppy had to protect her from the sun and a string bikini, her curves strained the tiny strings holding the small triangles strategically in place. “Well who do we have here,” she smiled up at me as she pushed the hat back away from h

As I hit the alarm clock and looked up at the ceiling, the summer sunshine was already spilling through the window. My mind was already on what I had to do at work but as I lay there, my cock had other ideas. Rock hard and thick, morning wood is, by far, the best boner of the day. When I heard Morgan suck in a deep breath and stir next to me, both my cock and me had the same idea for how the day should start. Rolling over, I spooned my wife as I wrapped my arm around her and drew her to me. With my erection pressed against her luscious ass, I snaked a hand up under her nightie and took a handful of her firm breast. Morgan sighed contently as she lolled her head back against me and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Mornin Beautiful," I whispered in her ear as I grazed my thumb over her nipple and felt it harden. "G'mornin." Her sleepy dreamy voice did nothing to quell the erection I had pressing against her. She pushed her ass against me playfully. "Somebody's up and raring to go." "

Mike and I wanted someone to dominate us and take complete control. Moreover, Mike wanted to watch me being fucked by another man. We got that and more than we bargained for with Chase. It was the best night of our lives. We met Chase online and after making the usual inquiries and a brief meet up to size each other up, it was a go. He met us at a hotel room in the city and when he walked in, the nice guy we had met completely changed as he took over control of my husband and me and our bodies. “Strip,” he ordered as he threw his coat over the back of a chair. “Both of you. Let’s see what I have to work with.” Neither Mike nor I had ever stripped naked for anyone other than each other. Chase circled us as we dropped our clothes piece by piece onto the floor. It was embarrassing, titillating and erotic as he stalked around us while we undressed like a lion sizing up his pray. As I pulled my bra off and dropped it on the floor, Chase stopped in front of me and looked me up

With the shower running and my music blaring from my phone, I never heard the bathroom door open. The only inkling that I had that I wasn’t alone was when I felt a hint of a cool breeze as the shower curtain was pulled back. With my hair full of shampoo and my eyes closed tight to keep it out of them, I croaked out a meek, “Hello?” With my father in China for the past three weeks for a six-week business trip, the only one’s home were me and my stepmother. Dad had married Charlotte six months before and while she was nice, we had never really bonded. With Dad gone, we had settled into a routine of me doing my own thing in my room while she did hers downstairs. We barely spoke except in passing. I think we were both uncomfortable with our new blended family relationship. And, I was a young adult, being of drinking age and practically independent, except for living at home because of the economy. No one answered my greeting. Instead, I felt another person in the shower with me

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Sweet child in time You’ll see the line The line that’s drawn between Good and bad (Deep Purple – Child in Time) “Please, promise me you’ll stay safe,” the older woman hugged her daughter tightly as tears filled her eyes. “Don’t worry mom, I promise,” the brown-haired girl returned the hug and found comfort in its warmth. “We’ll wait for your phone calls, honey,” Her father said as the two women broke the embrace, “I know you might not be able to call every day, but please try and find the time to make sure your mom and dad don’t die from worrying for you.” “I promise dad,” the young girl rolled her hazel eyes and sighed, “you know I’m only