With it being just past Valentine's Day, it reminds me of what happened around the same time last year.nnThere is a girl named Vanessa who I work with. She is a kinda cute girl, with long blonde hair, green eyes and a nice slim body. She's known for being very energetic and friendly, always laughing. She moved into the area to live with her then boyfriend, but as soon as they began living together, the relationship went south and she moved out after only a few months.nnDuring this time I got to know her. While we were amiable at work, we never really hung out outside of it. I never even thought of her much nor was attracted to her particularly, just friends. I did texted her a few times about work stuff and such, but really nothing more. But all that eventually changed.nnIt was Valentine's Day and I was bored. Usually when I am, I text my friends, if only to see how they are battling their own boredom. I texted a few people, telling them happy V-Day and asked what they were up to. One of those people was Vanessa. A few hours after I had texted her, she responded she was doing pretty much nothing for V-day. I asked her why not and inquired if she had a new boyfriend or anything. She answered that she was still single and hadn't even been on a date in a long time to which I responded very much the same. I believe eventually she went out with one of her girlfriends while I figured out something to pass the time by.nnThe next time I saw Vanessa, everything was pretty much the same. We did talk more and texted each other on occasion but still never went out together besides lunch during work breaks.

Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that's something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there's anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it's just not for us. nnThe same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I'm certainly not criticizing, it's just not for us. nnWith all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I'll let you be the judge. nnMy wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They're both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off. nnTina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night.

This is a follow on chapter to look but don't touch and is part of a series that deals with the idea of nymphs in modern times.nnGiselle found the scene in Matt's office bewildering. They had lain coupled together for some time. It seemed as if Matt would continuously pump his hot cum into her willing virginal pussy and the endorphins would flood their senses for an eternity. The orgasm was intense beyond anything she had ever witnessed when she had watched the old man with the call girls. Matt had fucked her from every conceivable angle and piece of furniture. nnOnce he had tasted her juices and brought her to her first squirting orgasms his cock had swelled beyond recognition and he had brought her to countless orgasms, each more intense than the next. Each causing her hot tight pussy to explode with wetness and clamp his swollen member like a wet velvet vice. Her pussy vibrated with a fine shiver that pulsed around his cock and when she had rode him and rocked on his enormous cock and he exploded inside her she felt as if her pussy drew him inside her and milked him of his energy, his strength and his hot sticky cum that shot in endless steams into her eager pussy. She had collapsed on him and they shared simultaneous breaths their bodies in complete synchrony, their heartbeats aligned, their skin radiating a gentle heat.nnGiselle had stirred to find that Matt had passed out exhausted by the intensity of their lovemaking. She pulled herself off his cock reluctantly and dressed while he lay with a blissful expression. She put on her silk bra and then the dress. She had worn her panties throughout the lovemaking and they were stained with her virgin blood and soaked with the gushes of her excitement. nnShe gently woke Matt and kissed him sweetly and guided him to a cab with instructions to take him home making excuses that he was unwell. In his suit jacket pocket she had placed her blood stained panties. She promised she would visit him before the end of the day to continue their lovemaking in more congenial surroundings. He left as if in a trance obeying everything she asked of him and quietly boarded the cab to go home to wait for her.nnGiselle had intended to follow him as soon as she could make her excuses at work. She felt unbelievably strange.

Kevin Parsons was a son who loved his mother deeply. He hated his abusive father just as deeply. The man was a bully and a drunk.nnThe young son often heard his mother's cries and his father's yelling. He would peek in and see her on knees begging not to punisher any more. Often Rachel Parsons' body would sport bruises and cuts from their 'lovemaking'.nnMany nights the loving son would try to muffle his mother's cries with a pillow. It would fail and he would weep feeling so helpless. Many times after such beating he would go to his mother and comfort her. The wounds would be treated. The young son often expressed hatred toward the abusive parent. nnRachel knew her son wanted his father gone. The few times he tried to champion his mother were unsuccessful. Unfortunately, Kevin was just too small to do anything to stop the mean-spirited father. The efforts would leave him beaten severely. The mother's agony would increase with the sight of the bloodied child. nnIt broke the young son's heart to see his mother in a huddled quavering mass crying. The pain would multiply with the view of her child being so beaten. They would hug together in a fearful crying ball of quivering flesh.nnWhat really puzzled the young lad was why did his father treat his mother so cruelly?

Folks, I have something to confess. I simply cannot keep it locked inside me anymore. It's tearing me apart, eating me alive from the inside out and I must uburden my soul. And I am not the sort of man easily given to confessionals. I have been called a sociopath in the past because I feel that guilt is the weakest sensation a man can ever feel. I'm not a sociopath. I care about certain things, like myself, for example. I also like music, and literature. I don't much care for other humans unless I want sex or money from them. Does that make me remorseless? I think not. However, I feel that the time has come for me to come clean about my most forbidden special interests and illicit activities. Here goes nothing, folks. This confession of mine is not for the faint-hearted or softy type of people out there. No sir. It's for hardcore people. Anyhow, you asked for it. You got it. This is the story of my dark confessions. nnI like fucking big women in the ass.

This story is another example of my secret lesbian lifestyle that I have now been involved in for the past 6 years. Still to this day my husband doesn't know that I have been having an affair with another woman, our real estate agent and my best friend. This has been the best 6 years of my life both physically and mentally. Up until now I had only ever been with one woman Jillian. But that changed on a business trip to Sydney recently. nnI live on the Gold Coast in Australia and work for a large multi national company as a secretary for a senior employee. This year the company was holding its national end of year awards in Sydney and for the first time all of the staff was invited. All the airfares and accommodation was paid for. This was fantastic. It meant that I would get a chance to meet with all the other girls that I deal with around the country and put a face to the names.nnWe arrived on the Saturday morning. Most of the flights arrived about the same time and we were picked up by bus and taken to our hotel in the city. On the bus were 3 girls that I have regular contact with, Shelly, Julie & Sharon. We talked our heads off all the way to the hotel.nnOnce there we were allocated out rooms with our room mates. I ended up with Joyce a middle aged woman from Sydney. We have had brief contact over the last few years but really didn't know much about each other. She was an attractive woman around the same height as me and looked to be around 65 odd kilos. A size 12 to 14 I would dare think.nnWe went to our rooms and unpacked.

Bald darauf schlief ich ein. Einfacher, tiefer, dunkler Schlaf. nnZu meiner Scham muss ich zugeben bin ich ein Mensch, welcher sich im Schlaf hin und her w?¤lzt, als m??sse der K?¶rper den am Tag verwehrten Sport nachholen. Dabei schlage ich tief und fest, ohne dies selbst zu merken. Als ich am n?¤chsten Morgen aufwachte, schaute ich in Charlies Gesicht. Er schlief noch. Seine sonst so festen Z??ge entspannt, zuckten seine Mundwinkel leicht. Ich wei?? bei bestem Willen nicht, wie lange ich ihn so beobachtete, doch irgendwann strich ich vorsichtig mit meinem Finger seine Haare aus dem Gesicht. Er murmelte etwas und schlief weiter.nnIch strich ihm nochmal ??ber die Wange, seine weiche Haut unter meinen Fingern. Ob ich wohl auch ein solches Feuerspiel auf seiner Haut hinterlie??, wenn ich ihn ber??hrte? Meine Lippen brannte noch immer von seinem Kuss am Abend. Ob er noch immer hart war? Ich tastete mich vor, seinen Bauch hinunter, er trug nur die Boxers. Als er davon nicht aufwachte schob ich meine Hand hinter seinen Bund. Seine glatte Haut und sein Duft machten mich fast wahnsinnig. nnEr war nicht mehr hart, nur so ein Zwischending. Wohl von meinen Ber??hrungen. Ich begann langsam meine Hand seinen Schaft hinunter zu seiner Eichel gleiten zu lassen. Dort verweilte ich eine Weile.

Our affair went on day after day for months. We would meet some mornings whenever the timing was right and fuck in my house. Or, we gave into each other at night when we could have an hour or so together. Some days we did it in the morning and at night. Even at lunch sometimes we would walk in the park and touch and feel each other. Once we went up the rear of the theater and opera building and Bud sat in the stair well. I straddled him with my skirt over his cock and rode his throbbing dick as I sat on him. Then I would go back to work with my vagina full of his cum. We almost got caught a few times doing that but we just couldn't keep our hands off of each other. It was a hot and very romantic affair between us and we had sex of some sort every day. When I say sex I mean he made me cum and I made him cum too, I'd suck his cock or he would eat me into an orgasm. Or we would fuck. nnWhen I had my period or was in my fertile time during the month I would suck Bud or jerked him off. He wanted to fuck he everyday but not during my period and certainly not during my fertile period. But I would let him make me cum even if I were bleeding by rubbing my clit and sucking on my breasts. It was a hunger I couldn't seem to full. He never touched my pussy directly while I had my period just my clit. But, I was so horny during these times he could get me off easily. And I have to say he did make me cum at least once each day we were together. nnWhen I was in my fertile period Bud would eat me and give me a bunch of orgasms.