Woman Seduces Married Man

Quickly stripping off my dildo, I crawled up the lush body beneath me, and straddled Gabrielle's face. I could see her eyes, wide with desire, staring at my plump, swollen lips, I could feel my juices, I was hot, so fucking horny, wet and slick, and I needed to cum, hard. "Taste me baby", I cooed. "Look how hot, how wet you've made me, my cunny is so hot and very juicy, just for you. Lick me, let my cunny feel you licking me." I slowly lowered down, once again, we were the center of attention as Gabrielle got her introduction to lesbian licking. I was hovering inches above her mouth, I was so hot, I could smell myself. "Oh yes, Mon Dieu, you smell so good, Mama." I lowered down more until I felt her full lips kissing delicately along my lips, then kissing right between the part. I growled with pleasure, and her tongue came out to lick me, she opened her mouth just in time to get a good serving of my juices, I started to run like a leaky faucet. I

With a total of thirty one published works on this site what have I learned? Based upon the rankings of my stories a little, at least in terms of reader preferences—but maybe a little more too. As authors, we must rely upon the rank/score to tell us how well our works are received—it's just a fact of life. As the quality of my writing has improved, that is as the number of spelling and grammatical errors have declined, and my sentence structure has improved along with my plots, and characters, I expected a commensurate improvement in my scores relative to the works of other authors. That, by and large, proved to be a false thesis. I've found stories by other authors with far more serious grammatical problems continued to score higher in the same category at the same time as my own—I know, as I read those stories myself. Many of those stories seemingly without a plot—composed of a litany of graphic sex acts strung together. So, what gives? I think it comes down to the fact the

We both lie here on her bed. I see her back. She feels so soft! I run my hands up and down her body, caressing it. We're still both naked, lying here on the bed. I have a perfect view of her face. I stare into her eyes and she into mine. She has a flawless face. She has 'that smile' on her face. Her long legs and her curvy hips are a sight to behold. I plant a kiss on her lips. She returns it in kind. Her smile grows. I continue to run my hands up and down her side. "Would you like to come to London with me?" "I've never been there before, I would love that. Give me a day. I get my Masters, tomorrow." "Oh that's nice, what are you studying?" "Aerospace Engineering." "Oh nice. How about this? I'll go to your graduation, and then we'll go to London." "Sounds like a plan! So what are we going to do in London?" "Just wanting to see the sights." "I've got a sight right in front of me

It was in the nineteen eighties when this story took place. Before the time of the internet and powerful computers. The commodore sixty-four was the top-of-the-line computer you could get. The front porch on our house needed to be rebuilt and a roof put over it. My wife Becky didn't work at the time because the kids were small. She bugged me constantly about the porch as I am a carpenter. I told her how much it would cost, told her to find a job to buy half the materials and I will construct it. In the eighties there was no craigslist, but there was a weekly paper with want ads for the area. My wife to my surprise showed me an ad for a female to have students who are in class to train as masseuses' practice to give a massage'. "You know that you will have to be nude for a massage' right!" I asked her. "Yes, I know that, but they pay twenty-five dollars an hour if I am willing to let the instructor give me a full erotic massage'. All the other jobs a

I sat in my room, watching the computer monitor. I had installed the 4 cameras over a month ago and they are finally coming to fruition. My hand slid down my pants grabbing my bulge as I watched, live, a large black man pounding away at the older white lady. She moaned, begging for him to take it gently. The young black man didn't care, he kept up his pace, and rhythm. His long black cock, sliding out, and being slammed back in. I stroked harder, wanting to be in the room with them. I started to moan in unison with the old slut. She was climaxing, he was climaxing, and oh god how good it felt to climax with them. My hand speeding up, I started to cry out. "Oh god yes Victor, fuck her, make her a slut, oh god yes, blow your load in her. Mmm god yes MOM you fucking slut take his fucking dark black cock." I blew the load in my sock, cleaned up and buried it in the hamper. I meandered off to bed after doing a little film editing. You might be wondering how we got here today