There’s not much to tell, really. I had a somewhat kinky boyfriend. At first, he wouldn’t tell me where he worked. Then he made up some shit about working in a ‘transportation’ company office. Finally, he said he works for a company that manufactures sex toys. He could have (read more)
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I’m always my most turned on getting out of the shower. Something about the silkiness of my freshly shaved skin, and the scent of my mint conditioner makes me radiate with this uncontrollable sexual energy. My body literally throbs… I stand in front of the foggy bathroom mirror and begin to examine my body. I run my hands down my neck, my shoulders, and over my breasts. My nipples harden slightly at the touch… I close my eyes and pinch them softly before moving my hands down my stomach, stroking my inner thighs and trailing my finger over my pussy lips. I dip my finger in slightly… I am so fucking wet. I wrap a fluffy white robe around my body and exit the bathroom, crawling into bed with my girlfriend. She looks over briefly at me in acknowledgement, and then wordlessly goes back to typing on her laptop keyboard. Not one to be ignored, I move so that my thigh is wrapped around her leg and my arm is draped over her torso, head on her chest. Inching my thigh into her more, my robe slides open slightly so that my throbbing pussy brushes against her pajama pants. I breathe a sigh of relief. She laughs, picks her laptop up, closes it, and moves it over the bed. She looks at me inquisitively and begins to ask what I’m doing; I silence her by rolling my body on top of her and leaning down to kiss her exposed neck. I leave a trail of… (read more)
I have no intention of going back to short haul, but like most pilots, a chance to fly is a chance to fly. So I was disappointed, to say the least when I was bumped from the right hand seat to the jump seat. Nothing to do but watch an incredibly boring flight. Boring….until I set myself a challenge. I want to try writing it as I thought it and as it happened. She’s pilot handling, and she’s taken my seat. Bitch. Still, nice to (read more)
I grew up in a small midwestern town. I learned to jack off from an older kid that lived down the street. We would go to an old barn that had not been used in years and hide in the hay loft where he taught me to jerk off. Sometimes after school I would go there by myself. One afternoon I was jerking away and about ready to finish (I was not old enough to cum yet) and I heard a noise. I stopped and (read more)
After that first lesson on touch, I was privileged to learn and develop the skill of massage and orally pleasing a woman often. Sometimes, mom would suggest that I rub her feet after a long day and I would get down in front of her and start there, work my way up her calves, to her thighs, and find that under her nightgown or long tshirt she was not wearing panties. I would start kissing her feet as I rubbed up to the thighs, kissing, touching gently, and her hips would push forward on the sofa and allow me access to give her some quick (read more)