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Sean lies prone on the bed completely relaxed after his shower wearing only a pair of white silk pajama bottoms. Soft classical music plays in the background. Occasionally a breeze flutters through the sheer curtains and chills his bare skin. Suddenly humming accompanies the classical music and he realizes that he is alone no longer. A small crooked smile spreads across his face and he lazily turns his head toward the direction of the sweet familiar voice. Mary enters the room freshly showered hair still wet wearing only an open untied robe . She busies herself moving her freshly laundered lingerie from a wicker basket into her top dresser drawer. Sean watches his lover’s every move savoring every glimpse of her lovely now familiar figure as she unselfconsciously moves about the room humming all the time. Even just a half a second glimpse of the roundness of her breast or the softness of her belly or the curls between her legs was worth the wait. She moves about so freely seemingly not even noticing he is in the room. She turns around toward him to retrieve an errant pantie that has fallen from the heap and as she leans down the entire front of her robe gapes open giving Sean a full view. As she rights herself after retrieving the lingerie her eyes meet the hungry eyes of her lover. His sexually intense gaze is unmistakeable as his eyes drink her in. She looks down and realizes the cause of his intensity. She simply smiles back at him enjoying the affect she has had on him. “Mary honey, can you get that later?”
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read comments (0)Connie and I were fooling around a little after we got in bed one night like we often do when she surprised me. She asked me to put my cock in her ass. We’d never done such a thing through six years of marriage. I can’t say it hadn’t crossed my mind, but I certainly never thought Connie was thinking along those lines! I thought she might be joking, but when I suggested that, she insisted she wanted my cock in her ass. And she had K.Y. jelly there, ready!
Well, I hadn’t done it before and Connie certainly hadn’t since I had been her first. But I certainly knew enough to know we would have to take this slowly. I lubricated a finger and put some on her hole and started to push my finger into it.
But she would have none of that. She said she wanted my cock. I told her we would have to take it slowly, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Finally I lubricated my cock and got it hard. We were laying next to each other with her back towards me. I put my cock up to her ass and asked her if she were ready.
“Yes” she said, seeming more annoyed than anything. “Push it in!”
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The time between childhood and adulthood, often called adolescence, is a difficult time. I found myself wandering that in between time during the Summer of my 12th year. Too old to build sand castles but too young to spend the day,hanging out at the beach. I would spend most afternoons delivering newspapers so that I could buy my first surfboard but many mornings were spent pretending to be Peter Pan, Davy Crockett or Zorro; living out my fantasies in the neighborhood backyards. It was in one of the most scary backyards in the neighborhood, that I found myself on that Summer morning when I first saw Elsa naked. I had climbed up into a tree in her backyard; well, this tree wasn’t really in her backyard, it just hung over her backyard. I didn’t know anyone who had ever been in her backyard. I didn’t know anyone who had ever been in her house.
This very large tree shaded most of her backyard. The yard was overgrown and not well kept. In some places the grass was waist high, well, it appeared waist high. Nobody had ever measured it. Anyway, I was in the tree. She appeared in what I guessed was her bedroom window. She didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. I was about 20 to 25 feet from the window and about eight feet above the sill. I could look down into the room and see everything, her tits, her ass and her pussy- she had plenty of hair on it. My dad says they “escaped from Eastern Europe and the Russians.” They speak English with a strange accent and the daughter,Elsa, appears to be about fifteen, maybe sixteen years old. She doesn’t go to any school that any of us in the neighborhood know about. She leaves real early every morning, about six-thirty and doesn’t get back until late at night.
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“I can save you, traitor,” the Princess hissed. “My father wants to believe in you and I can persuade him.” She paused and gave her prisoner an inviting look.
“There is a condition. You must renounce Aida and marry me.” A fierce,determined gleam in Theresa’s eyes spoke volumes. She slammed her notebook down on the table for emphasis. Silence let the noise echo.
“I cannot,” Scott replied weakly, unprepared to offer up the noble surrender of his life. He looked up at the woman. “Never. I love her.” The emotion in his voice trembled.
“Good,” shouted the director enthusiastically. “Perfect, Theresa. Scott, you need to speak with more courage and conviction. But I think you two have the right idea. Let’s break for lunch and when we get back we’ll do some more improv on the scene. Think about what has happened in the script and what will happen next. I want each of you to understand your characters completely before we start singing.
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I was in one of those moods where nothing is really wrong, but yet nothing is really right either. You know the feeling. I didn’t have any firm plans for the week-end and all the things I should have been doing were most unappealing, like cleaning house, washing the car, writing long overdue letters, and all the other things that I seem to allow to wait forever.Just when I had almost decided that nothing was going to help perk me up I remembered that I had promised to meet Janice at the museum to see the new exhibits. I really enjoy her company and we always find things to laugh about.
We met as scheduled and enjoyed the painting and sculpture and then decided to go somewhere for a drink. We ended up at a small bar near her apartment that neither of us had ever been in before. we sipped our drinks and caught up on each others lives. Neither of us paid much attention to the surroundings until the pianist started playing. He was very attractive and played extremely well. He ran through lots of songs from the 60’s and 70’s and then people started to sing and make requests. Between Janice and I we knew practically every song he started after just the first couple of bars,and it turned out to be lots of fun here.
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As she reflected over the years the memories were good, the happiness shone through although, as with every couple, times had been hard,words had been spoken. But both she and Steve had found that the love they had was strong enough, a bond together against all those who spat at them, a fortress against the malice. Neither regretted, those few years past, leaving respective partners to live as a couple.
They had both cried, both needed the other for support. That is where the love came in, shoulders where previously there had been none. A relationship borne out of love for sure, but a relationship cast in stone by each others relentless appetite for sexual adventure. Neither had known another so wanting, so demanding, yet so giving. Steve, not shy at having his hand rising between two parting legs, had been surprised, but so happy, to have Helenâs first sexual touch the one that found his bulge.
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After the play. We get into the cab. He has secretly told the cabdriver to drive somewhere (however far the money will last). He slowly begins kissing my neck and his hand on my knee slowly working up my thigh. I can feel the heat from the passion and rest my hand near his bulge. With his free hand, he slowly begins to unbare my shoulder as his kisses move down my neck. The other hand begins to feel a slight wetness.
My hand goes into his pants where I can feel how hard and hot he really is. He wants to take it out right now, but I say no because the cab driver is watching us. So, I give him the address to my place.
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