Authors Note: Unlike the first chapter of My Loving Gym Teacher, this will be told in the eyes of only Ariel. * It's been almost two weeks since Mr. Scott fucked me hard in the gym. He hadn't even looked at me since ant I try my best to not look at him. Is he regretting this newly found attraction towards each other, I know I'm not. But why isn't Mr. Scot...
I don't gym. It is not an activity I enjoy nor is it something I would make time for by my own volition. I don't have to spend hours there to stay lean, and I prefer to take advantage of that. Unfortunately for me, however, it is a requirement. Just because I look fit doesn't mean I am fit, and since my ass belongs to him, he wants to make sure it is reachin...
Married life brought a real lull to our sex life to the point where it seemed that my wife was doing it as a chore rather than with any passion. This made me feel inadequate as well as restless. I knew that I was a good lover and unselfish and my thick 8" cock was still performing well. My restlessness was making a strange part of me itch, namely my unexplor...
Since my husband was promoted to district manager, he rarely, if ever, spends any time at home. Jack is the regional manager over five states, so our only method of communication is through the use of a webcam. Unfortunately for me, I didn't realize that my husband was watching me over the Internet when I stripped naked and teased the older gentleman that de...
Tonya was in her last year of high school, 19 years old and the whole world at her feet. Her boyfriend was captain of the football team. Her circle of friends were the "cream of the crop" around the small town they had all been born and raised in. Her brother, James, was 18 and sometimes it was a popularity contest between the two to see who had more friends...
The Patterson Street Gym doesn't have the greatest facilities in the city. In fact they're pretty crappy. What is has is locality and cheapness. 31 year old Marie Asquith, night manager, looked around the seedy reception area and sighed. At least she had a paying job; no harassing male colleagues; and a reasonable amount of eye candy, she thought as she trac...
Meanwhile, back in Kincaid's Paris apartment... Michele stripped down the sheets to pay homage to the soft cock of her sleeping lover, which, even when it was flaccid was still an impressive sight. Her stomach was empty, but instead of food, she craved cum, for never in her life had she ever been so desperate to taste the salty spunk. As she sucked in and sa...
It had been a few weeks since the night in the club, and we hadn't really talked about what had happened to me that night. I was struggling with the fact that I had sucked and been fucked by another man, and that my girlfriend had witnessed and enjoyed the whole thing. We continued our normal lives, studying and working, but there was no sex until one after...
Julia was lost in thought as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. She was finding it hard to believe that she had such a strong, yet hidden desire, perhaps a fetish even. She was, is, a conservative girl. A good girl. But not now. Now she was being a bad girl. She was losing control of her thoughts right now. It seemed as though her mind was rush...
"Would you like something to drink, or a snack?" The attractive blonde stewardess was leaning over and smiling sweetly. "No thanks" said Lucy. She glanced over at her husband Ian in the window seat. He was asleep -- or pretending to be. Sod him. "On second thoughts I'll have a Bacardi and coke -- actually make that a double. And some peanuts". What the he...