Nisha's mother had been nagging her to wear a saree for some time. It is a traditional wear, she must wear or atleast know how to wear one before getting married. To wear a saree one must need a blouse. The blouse comes from the shoulder to below the breasts. That week she told her mother about wearing a saree. Her mother was excited to hear it. The next d...
Following on from the fun and frolics I had enjoyed down at Ron's, Louise and her partner got in touch via Ron. They had planned a trip up to Scotland to see some of the Commonwealth games in Edinburgh(diving events) and asked if we were anywhere near. Geography isn't their strong point clearly, but after a telephone call it was arranged that they would co...
We are a conservative white couple in our mid 30's. I am 5' 7", with blonde hair and I weigh 120 pounds. I have small breasts and a firm round ass. Most men find me attractive. My husband and I usually have a fairly average sex drive which we satisfy though our marriage. There are, however, occasions when I develop a crazed fever to be fucked. When this happ...
She walks into the bar and looking around nervously smoothing down her dress and fluffing her windswept hair. He watches her from a stool at the bar looking around nervously, she takes a few tentative steps and stumbles slightly in her black open backed heels. She stops leans down and gently slides her foot back into the shoe sliding her finger behind strap...
I had mentioned in a previous story, "Sext Messaging", that after I retired as a college professor, I had worked for a couple of years as a substitute teacher. Other than the type of encounter I mentioned in the previous story, I basically hated the job, and I am sure that anyone who has ever done substitute teaching feels the same way. Less than one-third o...
Of my many kinks, the biggest is my obsession with exhibitionism. I can stop it. It gets me off and I can't help it. I do it in a way that I think is "responsible." Ultimately, I am what I am, and I try not to hurt anyone with my little hobby... Most days, I stop at one or another of the public beaches parks on the way home from my job. I usually have a tho...
Life has a way of throwing us into unexpected situations that reveal our true selves. If you asked me a month ago where I thought I'd be, this wouldn't be it. My name is Suleiman Barre and I'm a young Somali man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got one hell of a story to share with you folks. This tale took place during Canada Day 2015 in the City of O...
Her leg bounced rhythmically up and down, on the balls of her feet. She was turned towards her computer which offered me the chance to check her out more closely. Although she was wearing loose faded denim jeans they clung just enough to define the outlines of her calf. It was hypnotic in a way, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. My eyes began to trace the...
"I wear the Hijab, and I also take dicks in every hole I've got, what I do with my body is my business, old man, deal with it," Afaf Abdelaziz said with a smirk, and she licked her lips and looked defiantly at the short little preacher, and with that, she walked out of the community center. With her head held high, Afaf made her way down the hill, and for th...
If you're reading this, I'd like to thank Serena for her idea that inspired this chapter. And Jane, you're a lovely human being. ***** Finn Hudson. Your typical, god fearing, all American young man. Blonde hair, slightly messy but still well kept. Blue eyes that were simultaneously piercing and warm. Muscles and a jaw line that made Janet from HR blush wh...