Monthly Archives: October 2012

ORALLY OBSESSED COUPLE COVERTLY GET IT ON IN A CROWDED AIRPORT

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This entry is part 15 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

Lilli has what you might call a one-track mind when it comes to sex. No matter the situation, she always insists on giving me head before we can move on to other things. Even if all we have time for is a quickie, Lilli will drop to her knees and suck my cock for a minute before letting me fill her pussy. Sometimes it’s annoying to have to wait for the chance to slide into her slit and fuck her properly, but most of the time it’s as sexy as hell to know she wants nothing more than to suck me off.

Another thing you should know about Lilli is that she has no fear of getting caught in a compromising position, so I often find myself getting blown in public. She always tries to hide what we’re doing, but there’s almost always the chance that we’ll be found out, and I know that’s part of the appeal for her. I’ve never cared about getting busted, so I have no problem going along with Lilli’s plans. In fact, after three years together, I’ve started suggesting new places we can get it on when we’re out, and as expected, it’s done nothing but feed Lilli’s desire to have my dick in her mouth as often as possible.
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AN OFFICER AND HER GENTLEMAN SWITCH ROLES WHEN SHE NEEDS A PROPER PUNISHMENT

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This entry is part 14 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

My husband and I are both involved in law enforcement. I’m a detective on the local police force, and he’s an attorney. A lot of people think that makes me the more powerful partner in our relationship, since my job is more rough-and-tumble, but that’s not how it works at all. At work, I may be a dominant woman with a harsh attitude, but at home, it’s Richard who’s the dominant one—at least in the bedroom.

When it comes to sex play, we prefer a dominant/submissive relationship. After a long day at work, I like having someone I love and trust take control of me, and I know Richard enjoys it, too.

When I got home from work last Friday, Richard was waiting for me at the door, a pair of handcuffs dangling from one hand. As soon as I saw the cuffs, I knew I was in trouble—and I was thrilled!

“You’re late again,” he told me. “And you didn’t call. You know what that means.” It meant I was about to be punished, and that seemed like the perfect end to a long Friday.

As soon as the door was closed, he ordered me to strip, and I shed my clothes slowly, doing the most seductive striptease I could manage, considering my excitement. He watched, amused by my attempts to arouse him, but I could tell that he was turned on, too.
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KINKY DOC’S LUST FOR LATEX IS A PRESCRIPTION FOR PLEASURE

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This entry is part 13 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

I’m a doctor with a successful private practice, and while I love my job, the stress can sometimes get to me. Being responsible for so many people’s lives is a lot of pressure. Luckily, I’ve found the perfect way to unwind. When things get too stressful, I like to dress up as a nurse and imagine a hot doctor servicing me. I should probably mention that I’m a male doctor—and I like to dress up as a female nurse.

I have several nurse costumes, but my favorite is my short, slutty latex dress. It’s a classic white dress with red trim and a red cross on the chest, and I have the matching hat, too. Usually I wear it at home, but last week I was feeling especially overwhelmed, and I knew I’d be spending a lot of time in the office after hours, so I packed it in my bag. I didn’t think I’d really get the chance to put it on there, and I thought I’d be too nervous to get dressed at work, even in an empty office.

By the end of the day, I was burnt out, but I still had a few hours of work ahead of me. I knew I’d have to get all the work done eventually, but I couldn’t wait to put on my dress. I’d prepared the night before, shaving my legs and curling my wig, and I had my makeup kit in my bag, all ready to go. All I had to do was sneak off to the bathroom and put it all together, and I’d be able to transform myself into my sexy nurse alter ego.
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Holey stockings turn A mild-mannered shop boy Into a wild man

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This entry is part 12 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

While I was busy restocking the store’s wall of fishnets, a stunning woman came in to complain about a pair of stockings. I remembered her from the day she’d bought those particular hose, as well as several other pairs of nylons. She was tall and well built, with the kind of face you see in magazines. I’d done my best to help her without sporting an erection. Sometimes working in a store that sells lingerie can be a challenge.

She approached the counter and explained that the hose had run during the very first day of wear. My boss apologized immediately and offered a replacement pair. He’s always kind to customers, but I had the feeling he was extra kind to her because she was so attractive. As the woman left the store, I hurried out after her.

“Excuse me.”

She turned to look at me, with mild curiosity on her face.
“Are you wearing the stockings ma’am?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Why do you ask?”

“I . . . I like stockings,” was all I could manage to stammer.
“You’re well suited to your job, then,” she said and smiled.

“But I like torn stockings the most,” I continued. Her eyebrows went up. Curiosity seemed to be turning into arousal.
“Do you want to get together when you’re off work?” she asked me, and I nodded as quickly as I could and took down her address. I raced back into the store, happy that my boss was on the phone and hadn’t seemed to notice my absence. The hours until the day’s end were agonizing, but finally I clocked out and rushed to the customer’s apartment.
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VINTAGE SHOES CAST A SPELL ON ONE HORNY PAIR

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This entry is part 11 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

When Al handed me the shoes, my pussy immediately got wet. It’s that bad for me—my shoe fetish, that is. I don’t go head over heels for one particular shoe. I worship shoes in general. Shoes are a turn-on for me; it just happens that some are more than others. My attraction can very much be the luck of the draw, but Al nailed it. The vintage cherry-red Maryjanes were enough to nearly get me off merely by looking at them.

“I found the shoes downtown,” Al said. “I’ll take you out tonight. Wear them.”

I had a tingle in my tummy—and lower. I was ready to go out now, not tonight, just looking at the luxurious footwear and knowing what I’d wear to accentuate their style.

He kissed me on the forehead and looked at his watch. “Gotta go, babe. I’ll see you at six for dinner. Be pretty for me,” he said and reached around to squeeze my ass through my boring work dress.

I would not be in a boring work frock that night. I’d be in a gorgeous ensemble built around the sensual footwear he’d had just given me. Excitement sparkled under my skin.
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IT’S A SWEET HONEYMOON FOR LESBIAN LOVERS AND THEIR LUXURY SEX TOYS

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This entry is part 10 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but my wife and I would have to disagree. When we decided to get married, of course we bought each other beautiful diamond rings, but we also exchanged new sex toys. Throughout our relationship, we’ve always enjoyed trying new things and exploring new ways of sharing pleasure. It only made sense that we would continue that once we got married.

The night of our wedding, we checked into a hotel uptown and exchanged gifts, while naked and sitting on the bed. I’d agonized over what to get Liz, and I’d finally decided on a gold-plated vibrator that I’d read about in a magazine. The reviewer claimed the toy was elegant yet powerful, and it seemed like the perfect present. I knew she was going to love the vibe, and I couldn’t wait to see her face when she opened the package—or when the device helped her orgasm.

Liz was absolutely floored by her gift, and I was sure I’d found the most extravagant sex toy on the market. Then she gave me my present, and I had my turn to be shocked and awed. Inside a small black box was a long strand of pearls. But this wasn’t a necklace—it was a set of gorgeous pearl restraints. They were stunning! The white pearls glistened in the dim light of our hotel room, and the gold loops that allowed them to be tightened shined brightly.
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No Restraint

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This entry is part 9 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

Shut your eyes,” Joel told me. I was lying in the center of the bed, and I looked at him, amused and curious. We’d been kissing, gently starting to make love. But the tone of his voice had suddenly changed—and it excited me.

“Shut your eyes,” Joel repeated, “and hold your hands over your head, with your fingers laced together.”

For some reason, the request now sounded more like an order. My pussy, already wet, responded with a fresh rush of juices. I did what Joel said without question. I laced my fingers over my head, and I shut my eyes. Having him deliver an order like that to me was strangely thrilling.

“Stay like that,” Joel told me.

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Making History

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This entry is part 8 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

When I couldn’t beg, cajole, bribe or force my computer to accept a software upgrade, I didn’t get angry. I knew better than to fight with an inanimate object, or to throw said inanimate object out the window—no matter how much momentary glee that might give me. Instead, I called my good friend Lisa who understands machines better than I ever could. She is like The Computer Whisperer. She speaks their language.

“I’m glad you could come so quickly,” I told her as she sat down in front of my machine.

“I always come quickly,” she said, and I felt myself blush. I hadn’t meant it like that. Lisa always makes me a little giddy.
“I was at the end of my cord,” I told her, indicating the problem on the screen.

She laughed and assured me she’d have the situation fixed in no time. I went to the kitchen to pour us each a beer while she got to work. When I returned to my home office, I saw that she was watching porn. In fact, she was watching a porn movie that I had been watching earlier in the day. My heart started to race, and my cheeks grew hotter. I had been expecting to find her bent over the keyboard. I hadn’t expected to find her with her hand down her jeans, slowly stroking herself while watching the pretty women on the screen.
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BRENDA KNOWS SHE’S FOUND A KEEPER WHEN THEIR FIRST DATE INCLUDES ANAL—TWICE

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This entry is part 7 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

I used to find it difficult to ask guys for anal sex, but I love the feeling of a big, thick cock in my ass so much that I learned to shed my shyness. It’s rare that my request is refused; what guy doesn’t enjoy sliding into the hot, tight confines of a sexy girl’s asshole? I have yet to meet a guy who doesn’t, though I’ve also never met a guy who was as enthusiastic about anal as Drew.

I knew that things were going to be good when I kept catching him checking out my behind when he thought I wasn’t looking. I invited him home that night, and things got interesting pretty quickly. We started making out in my bedroom, and his tongue was busy in my mouth as we stripped off each other’s clothes. When I reached into his pants, I knew I’d found Mr. Right; his cock, already at full-mast, was long and thick, with the tip covered in a copious amount of pre-come.

I tugged off his jeans and urged him onto the bed, where we stretched out side-by-side. After wrapping my fist around his shaft, I pumped him up and down, which elicited a long, low moan from deep in his throat. His fingers soon found their way to my pussy, and he grunted appreciatively when he discovered how wet I was. Stroking me gently, he trailed his fingertips over my slippery folds until I was shuddering. My arousal climbed steadily, and when my desperation reached its peak, I slung one leg over both of his and positioned his cockhead at my entryway.
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SHE LURES HER LOVER INTO HER BACKDOOR FOR DELIGHTFUL NIGHT

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This entry is part 6 of 15 in the series 2012 Oct

The other night I was on a blind date with a new guy, and we had a lot of chemistry, so I had no problem going home with him when he suggested a “nightcap.” We went through the motions, sharing a couple of drinks, while I looked around Carter’s apartment and let him show off whatever he thought would keep me interested. Eventually, we sat on the couch to finish our cocktails, and as usually happens, one thing led to another.

Carter bent to kiss me, and I quickly parted his lips with my tongue. I slid my tongue into his mouth and stroked it against his, encouraging him to take things up a notch. He responded by sliding his hands under my shirt and rubbing them lightly along my back. His touch sent chills along my spine, and I leaned against him, my hard nipples pressing against his chest as his hard-on touched my thigh. It felt good, and I knew I’d have him right where I wanted him in no time—and where I wanted him was in my ass.
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