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I Dream of Vestal

Mary — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 08:38:46 GMT

In a veil of white mist, at the temple of Vestal, two of the virgins bathed me. Pretty, sweet things adorned in wraps of loose white linen. The one, with dark hair, seriously seductive, while the other with hair flowing long and blond was playful and sweet - neither uttered a sound from the moment we met. Both were long-limbed with small clever hands, silently and sensuously easing a stress and tension from my body that, until now, I hadn't realised I possessed.

Closing my eyes, I lost myself to the heat of the water and wickedly sensual sensations as their hands caressed me beneath the surface. Their lips finding mine as well as each other's - we three lost to these precious moments as steam rose around us. The only sound was the play of water and the soft sounds of my contentment.

Dozens of candles spread their golden light about the room forcing back the shadows to dance at the edges of perception across a ceiling and walls of marble painted with frescoes of women bathing, hunting and making love. The enchanted light spilt in glistening patterns upon the bare, tanned flesh of my body as they finally encouraged me to rise from the water and step naked upon a raised dais.

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Valentines Gift

KissME — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 08:02:32 GMT

It all started a few months ago when we went to the doctor's office and my wife met Dr Miller. One look at Dr Miller and you knew she preferred women. She had very short and neatly trimmed blonde hair. She stood about 5'5" and 110 pounds. She carried herself like a man but had just enough feminism to know she was a woman. The cute Dr made my wife stop and notice, as I soon found out why.

My wife asked me when we left if I thought Dr Miller was cute? I told her yes and she replied, " I thought she was and she even made me wet, if I was ever going to be with a woman it would be her." I never knew my wife felt that way and it made me jealous at first, but as I thought about it awhile it actually turned me on to think about watching my wife with another woman.

That is when I got the idea for a surprise Valentine for my wife. My wife's name is Kim, she is 5'11"with long blonde hair and legs that never end. She has large 44D breasts and a perfectly round ass. She turns heads every where we go and carries herself very sexy. Her face is that of an angel that you can never get tired of looking at. This is the story of what I set up for my wife to have a very special Valentines Day.

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My first night with Ellen

IWABDM — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 08:32:50 GMT

Recently I went to a gay-party in Ghent. It was quite late when I arrived, so a lot of people were dancing already. After a while I also went to the dance floor. Suddenly I noticed a girl that was dancing not so far from me. She was approximately as tall as me, had reddish brown hair until her shoulders and beautiful brown eyes. But especially here huge breasts were impressive. Her tight top let no doubt exist about the scope of her bosom. It was certainly a DD-cup. Compared with those, my B-cup seemed rather small. Since I really like big breasted girls, I went to dance closer to her. She saw me also, looked at me from head to toe and looked into my eyes for a long time. After the next song, she asked me if I also wanted to drink something. I followed her to a more quiet corner where we could talk. She presented herself as Ellen. She was 25 years and lived in the neighbourhood. After some innocent talking, she said that she felt herself very hot and would like to have sex. Normally I am quite timid concerning one-night-stands, but the fact to see her naked turned me so on that I agreed to accompany her to here home. She lived in a small apartment not so far away. We were nearly inside when Ellen started to kiss me. ...

Best Friends

HandyGirl — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 09:08:22 GMT

We had been hanging out all day just chillin' since it was our last day of the convention and we were miles away from home. My best friend Sylvia and I always hung out but we rarely got a chance to go away together without our husbands' and families. We were leaving one of the coolest little jazz spots I had ever been to. Many drinks later we headed back to the hotel room. It wasn't late but we wanted to get back to the hotel room to relax a little on our last night away.

As we were walking to the hotel talking and laughing walking arm in arm, I was checking out my best friend. She is really hot. She always has been. We have been friends for more than 20 years and there is no other friend in the world that I trust more than her. She's taller than my 5'4 by 2 inches and she's beautiful. Shoulder length hair that's a bit wavy, almond shaped dark brown eyes, full sensuous lips, a hint of a dimple in her right cheek and a gorgeous warm honey brown complexion. She's also voluptuous! DD's curvy, with a nice round soft ass. I've often wondered what it would be like to be naked with her but in all the years we'd been friends strangely, that conversation had never come up. Oh we talked about sex alright but never same sex or anything relating to us in that aspect. ...

New Friends

mirella — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 10:08:07 GMT

The last time I had seen Laurie she was the cute teen down the street who hung out with my wife's sister. Now my wife's sister was getting married and Laurie had come all the way from England for the wedding.

She was a successful publisher, but carried herself with a sweet attitude, a smile, and gorgeous long blonde hair. Her body was well toned and when we greeted each other with a hug, I could tell that she worked out. The hug lingered a bit and we exchanged a smile as she checked in to this lovely country inn.

Being the gentleman that I am, I insisted on helping Laurie take her luggage to her room. I purposely let her lead the way up the winding steps. As I followed her, I got a great view of her legs and all I could think of is what this gorgeous woman would taste like if I could eat her from behind. As we reached the third floor, my cock was hard and pressed up by my jeans, rubbing against my skin with every step.

Laurie led me down a hall, around the corner to another hall, and finally to her door. I was ready to follow her anywhere, and felt a twinge of disappointment when we reached her room. She unlocked the door, and I followed her inside with two of her cases. ...

All Said In A Look

briana — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 09:08:35 GMT

"So what time will you be back?" I called out. I smiled as I watched my wife move around the front of the house in her last second preparations before going out. Her lovely figure captured in an elegant silk blouse and knee length skirt, with a pair of pumps accentuating her toned calves. I watched her toss her long, thick, auburn hair as she put on the last touch to her ensemble, a pair of stylish earrings.

Jacqui smiled and shook her head, "I don't know Brock. It could be late, it depends who shows up. I'll be home as soon as I can. You'll be alright while I'm gone?"

"You kidding? State is playing on the tube tonight. I'll be all right. Go have your fun, and I'll see you when you get home. Love you, babe."

She smiled warmly at me as she gathered her jacket, bade me goodbye, and headed outside to the waiting cab. Jacqui and I had been married for about five years, and I trusted her implicitly. She and a few friends and work colleagues went out for drinks every so often on a Saturday night, a chance for the girls to get out and terrorize the town, as I liked to term it. This evening it was more than all right for Jacqui to get out and cut loose, as my favorite college football team was playing an evening game on national television. ...

My first time

katrina — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 10:14:42 GMT

It was a typical Saturday morning when the phone rang. It was Nina, my best friend. A week before I found myself locked in passionate embrace with her and I think I have discovered the bisexual side of myself. Since then I had constantly been thinking of how wonderful it felt being that close with her, feeling her lips on mine, her body pressing into me. At first I had tried to push it out of my mind, but the more it took over my thoughts.

What are you going to be doing Monday?' she asked. 'Not much, I haven't really thought that far ahead' 'Well, I want you to come over around 10 if you can, I have a big surprise for you' 'What kind of surprise?' 'You will just have to wait till you get here, 'You can't do this to me, it's not fair!' 'Whoever said I was fair she said and laughed, just be here at 10 and don't be late!'.

The silence on the phone was deafening. God I wonder what that is about and the rest of the weekend I was consumed by the thoughts of what was to come. How could she do this to me? The last time we were together it was so wonderful but yet so full of excitement and wrong doing. Could this be considered cheating on my husband? How would he react knowing I was having these forbidden thoughts about my best friend, ...

Going For It

zena — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 13:44:25 GMT

I arrived home late one evening to find the woman of my dreams waiting patiently by the elevator in the lobby of my apartment building. Except for the two of us, the lobby was empty, so I stepped up beside her. I couldn't help but notice her perfume. It's sweet scent awakened a sexual feeling in me that I had kept hidden for a long time.
"Hi Darlin'. Been waiting for me long?"
"No, just a little while." She smiled as she spoke and wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug. "I've missed you so much."
"I missed you too. More than you know. I need to tell you something. Can we go up to my apartment?"
"Of course. I did come to see you." she said with a shy grin on her lips.
I loved her lips. I had dreamed of kissing them for so long. She was my best friend and we had known each other for twenty years. She had no idea how I felt about her, but I had finally summoned the courage to tell her. This visit would either be the end of life for me or the best time of our lives. I was so afraid. I could no longer keep all that I felt inside of me but the thought of losing what we had was so scary to me. I so desperately needed her to want me, the way I wanted her.
An elevator finally arrived and we stepped in. ...

A True story of My First Girl on Girl

valla — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 12:22:59 GMT

It was like any other night at the club with my girls... dancing on the stage as always, grabbing the attention of every guy and even some of the ladies in the place. But only one person had my attention the whole night. My friend... my partner in crime. I got down off the stage and watched her dancing up there...looking up her long sexy legs to watch her tight ass move up and down...and round and round in her tight white hardly there boy shorts. She looked down singing the song and smiling at me...there was something about her smile at that moment that just made me want to kiss her so bad. Our song came on so she got down off the stage to dance with me like always...i had her bent over the stage, grinding her ass into me. she turned around to face me, still singing like she always does... our faces inches away from each other made me so tempted to just kiss her but i didnt, we bumped and grinded on each other song after song, i was so wet. Finally it was time to go home and lucky for me she was coming to stay at my house. Me, her and one of my guy friends were in the backseat. I layed down across her, my head in her lap. she had one of her hands rested on my thigh and it drove me crazy the whole way home. ...

Emma

vilma — Tue, 25 May 2010 07:39:56 GMT

OK, let me get one thing "straight" (ha ha) from the very start. I like men. I love the taste and feel of their cocks, I love their tongues on my nipples and pussy. I love everything about them. BUT, there's something, just something, about a woman's body that can - secretly - get me very wet indeed.

When I lie in bed, stroking and touching myself, I often imagine my face buried between another woman's legs, her fingers gently exploring my cunt. Drives me bloody wild, I can tell ya.

I never, ever, ever thought I'd do anything about it - thought it only existed deep within my most private thoughts. I honestly thought that, if any woman ever, you know, tried it on in that way, I'd be breaking the four minute mile to get away from her.

Not so, as it turned out. Let me tell you about it (if I even can, that is - typing with one hand in your knickers, is not easy, let me tell you. That's the effect the memory of this little episode has on me).

Right. Well, I was on holiday, with a group of friends. I was 24, newly single and up for some fun (of the man kind, I thought). I pulled twice in the course of the week and had two very satisfying fucks - one on the beach, ...