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Continued…Golden Sunlight, Music, A Man & A Dark Haired Beauty

I kiss my way down to her neck, eliciting sounds of pleasure that spur me on. My hands move over her sides reaching down to slip her shirt up over her head leaving her bra as the only barrier to her perfectly formed breasts. Her hips still moving to the music and distracting me in the most fantastic of ways. My mouth moves lower, kissing between her breasts, then down to her sexy flat stomach. For a moment, I stop to look at this gorgeous creature before me admiring the way the golden afternoon light glides over her skin leaving the most interesting shadows in its wake. My eyes move to her face where I find her looking at me with a questioning expression. I smile lowering my head to playfully lick her stomach and play at biting her hip. She throws her head back and laughs filling...

Holidays and the NAUGHTY SISTER

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Holidays and the NAUGHTY SISTER Growing up I always really loved the holidays but as I got older I found different reasons besides the usual gathering of family to enjoy them. I was 16 when I learned my new love for the holidays, my parents had just once more uprooted my brother and me to a new house, and of course a whole new school. My mom wanted to be close to her sister and dad found a really good job so we moved a few blocks down from my aunt. Our Thanksgiving tradition became going over to my Aunts house. Mom and my Aunt would go off into the kitchen and began prepping and conversing about whatever mundane topic they so chose to indulge in. My dad and my Uncle would plant themselves infront of the t.v. to watch the football game with intense vigor and always no matter what...

Confess your Impure thoughts Girl

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Confess your Impure thoughts Girl I have always been a good Catholic girl.  I attended Catholic school from 1st grade all the way through college.  I learned all about the dos and don'ts in Sunday school. I go to mass every Sunday and every holiday.  I say my prayers every night and give thanks before every meal.  I always try to think of others before I think of myself.  I go to confession every month to make sure I am headed on the right path and am always reassessing my behavior to do things better and be a better person. But I must confess I have a lot of dirty thoughts. However, for the past few months I have been feeling very guilty.  My mind has been taken over with impure thoughts.  I have always practiced abstinence, so I could give myself to my husband pure like a good...

The Erection of Dr. Jay

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The Erection of Dr. Jay Sitting in my eye doctors chair, I couldn't help but notice my panties getting damp. Every time his knee hit my knee... it sent a wave of excitement. I could barely concentrate on the "1 or 2" I had to pick from the eye chart. I waited a year for this. My nipples were hard. I purposely wore a cami with a short jean skirt and wedge sandals. My cleavage was lookin' good and I when I noticed he was peeking. My panties got more damp. I wonder if he has a erection?   With my chin and forehead up to the eye viewer, his knee hit mine again. I stopped it and held it there. Neither one of us looking at each other. Our knees were touching and I was putting on some pressure. He pressed back. I let a little moan escape. Just a little moan to let him know that I...

She’s Barely Legal: The Night My Brother-In-Law Fucked Me

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She's Barely Legal: The Night My Brother-In-Law Fucked Me When I was barely legal, my older sister and her new husband were visiting this weekend from upstate. I had been been partying again and as much as I tried to be quiet, I couldn't. I staggered in through the front door, giggling hysterically and reeking of alcohol.  My parents were upstairs and couldn't hear me, but I could tell someone was up. I doubt it was my sister. She's ten years older than me and she married a guy from a wealthy family. A very hot guy who wished he was a rock star, but was just as rich as one. She suddenly didn't party anymore and was more concerned about shopping and looking rich than much of anything else. It's like having money sucked all the fun out of her. I made my way towards my room and noticed...

Hot Teen wants a sleepover

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Daddy? Please can I sleep over Adrianas? As Daddy’s special girl Kali wrapped her small, soft fingers around my cock, her eyes danced. “Please, Daddy,” she pleaded again. “I really want a sleep over at Adriana’s tonight. It's been so long since I have, and I have been such a GOOD girl all week.” Lubricated by the pre-cum that had formed as soon as she snuggled in beside me in her favorite (and sexiest) flirty,  short dress, her fingers (bright pink nails today) couldn’t wrap all the way around my ultra-thick cock, but what she lacked in grip she more than made up for in effort. She had unzipped me quickly tonight, letting the usual conversation and word games slip to the side. She was on a mission, and having had a fucking shitty week, I was more than happy to oblige. The...

College, here I cum (with a little help from Mommy)

Mommy Genie
College here I cum, with a little help from Mommy I get hard thinking about Mommy Genie. I always have. Those juicy tits and slam-fuck-me ass have always made me rock hard, ever since I could close my eyes and jerk my rod in the privacy of my bedroom, shooting short  spurts of adolescent cum across my sheets or towel. Fucking girls in high school helped, but not much. I still cum hardest when imagining my cock sliding into my mommy’s wet pussy or her lips locked onto my shaft as she gives me the best blow job. Ever. A boy can dream, can’t he? I was hoping that heading to college would help me make sense of this mommy obsession, but as September rolled around, my anxiety grew as quickly as my cock whenever I saw her. I jerked off two or three times a day, thinking only of mommy’s...

Be Good to the Boss!

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Be Good to the Boss! One of my first jobs out of college was working in a one man law firm.  I worked for Calvin, a young, ambitious attorney who was usually overworked and overly stressed.  My job was to help him prepare for a trial which meant organizing endless paperwork and trying to help him stay on task. He was a great boss. After weeks of long hours and preparation, his case was dismissed during a simple motion hearing.  It never even went to trial.  He came back to the office that day,  mad as hell and ranting, cursing the judge and the opposing attorney.  He got his ass chewed out by the client and he was just ready to kill someone. I stood there, not quite knowing what to do or say to help.  I figured I couldn’t do much but let him vent his anger and frustration....
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