I have a pantyhose fetish. I always have. But then you know this about me, don't you? You have always known this. I know, it is no big secret. I don't know what it is about pantyhose that always turn me on so much, but ever since I was in Jr. High, I always remember getting turned on when ever the girls in school would wear them. I'm older now, more mature a...
In my tween years, like many of you, I was a Boy Scout. Our troop went on a camping trip every month, and it was fun camping setting up tent camps and hiking in the woods. One summer, we made a week-long camping trip to the mountains. This was a big project for the troop leaders, and our scoutmaster, Mr. McIntosh, brought along two other assist scoutmaster...
Glistening in the sunlight from the window, my cock stood erect as Rita's fingers slid slowly around the head, mixing the tear drop of precum with the baby oil she had so liberally applied. "God, Rita, just don't stop," but she did stop. She knew that I was so, so close to cumming that one more stroke of her slippery hand would open the floodgates. The onl...
Her voice rose to a crescendo as the audience sat apparently awed by the power of the human voice. A few passages back I had sang a very fast-paced part which really took all my concentration to do well. It also contained some really high notes, straining even my tenor voice. During practice I had almost failed to give that particular passage its proper inte...
Lorraine Hauser, a native of the Kwazulu-Natal region of South Africa, is loving the City of Atlanta, Georgia. The place is big but quaint, and honestly, it reminds her of her homeland of South Africa. Of course, the local Black men were nothing like the Zulus and Xhosas that Lorraine was used to bedding, but for a bit of summertime entertainment, they would...
My wife and I ran into a patch where we seemed to both be going different directions. It wasn't an interpersonal problem, life just pulled us that way. For example; things would come up at work that needed my attention, so I got called in. Then her Mother would call, and she'd need her there. So off she'd go, and I'd be home alone. The only saving grace at...
Kate and I had met time and time again in various college courses or at the odd party. We had talked about insignificant issues and might have had a drink together. We have had pleasant conversations, but I cannot say that I found her stunningly attractive. She was a good drinking pal, a kind of tomboy with her really short, light blond hair and her slightly...
Just a few minutes later she returned from the bathroom. I hadn't moved yet, but finally felt like I was starting to recover from my last orgasm. Being 19 allowed me to bounce back relatively quick, hell, sometimes it was just a matter of minutes before I was ready to start round two. She laid down next to me on the bed, both of us still naked. An awkward si...
It was a great pic. She was laying on the bed completely naked. She held the camera up above her head, aiming it down to snap a pic of herself, angling the camera to show a full neck-to-toe view of her nude body, her right knee bent up slightly. The lighting was soft, but her breasts were at the perfect angle to see how wonderful they were. He was at work....
Simon rang the door bell, prompt at 2 pm, somewhere between nervous and excited and wondered quite how he had reached this point. He had met Sally in, of all places, a crowded cafe at King's Cross when all the trains were late. She'd pulled up a stool next to him , asked if it was okay to sit and started chatting. She was so easy to talk to, middle aged, n...