Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Sex Changed Our Life

Right from my school days, I was liked by the senior girls of my school. They used to call me to their congregation in the school and like to talk, joke and play with me. Some of the senior girls even kiss on my forehead treating me a younger one. But I get a pleasure out of this without understating sex. Still I liked to be kissed by them. Hence I like girls and like to sit, talk, and joke with them. This tendency of mine went ahead at a same pace with my growth.
Mine has two children, the elder one is in St.6 and younger one is still sucking his mother’s nipples. Whenever I attempt even to touch his mother’s nipple, he fights with me and does not allow me to touch. I was in financial crisis. Recently I joined in a big Private company. Rima is in search of a job. But it is not easy to get a job in these days.
One of my friends invited me to his home on the occasion of his son’s birthday. I and Rima (changed name of my wife) drove to my friend’s home at 8PM with a gift for the little baby. Rima had taken enough care to make her attractive. She was gifted with two beautiful melons which can make any one of any age to dream of having sex with her at least once in life. Her navel was clearly visible under his light blue color sari. Everyone who sees this must wish to encircle his tongue around her beautiful navel. Her dense armpit hairs are one of the reasons to arise anyone’s cock. We reached my friends home and joined the party. I observed that everybody’s eyes were focused on Rima. The transparent sari and the sleeveless blouse allow others to watch her body and armpit hairs.

Fall from Grace

I never meant to cheat. It was never who I was or who I wanted to be. I was raised to believe the Bible and try to follow what it said. I was always a good girl raised in a Southern Baptist church. I married a preacher and had two children. We were the perfect southern family. We were perfect until Clay joined our church. Clay was the type of man who could tear a woman down by looking at her. Undress her and turn her into a whore with his crooked smile. When I first saw him, I admit I felt the tug of temptation. He wasn't tall but he was very fit. His shirts seemed to cling to his hard muscles. He had such a cocky smug look and he made me tingle in places that usually stay behaved. 

Clay liked to look at me. I frequently caught him staring at me and he never looked away. My face always turned red and I was the one who looked away. I was used to getting looks from men. I always felt that I was attractive. I have long dark brown hair and blue eyes. I am on the shorter side around 5'1 and I would run everyday except Sunday. I kept myself in shape and I worked hard. I could not say the same for my husband. Everywhere Clay was firm, my husband was soft. I caught myself looking at him more and Clay caught me looking too. 

He taught at my son's school and he worked the car rider line in the mornings. I would drop my son off and Clay would smile that cocky half smile and joke around with me and the kids. He used the same gym I went to and started showing up when I would work out. He worked out near me and we constantly caught each other looking. Soon he began to come over and flirt while I was working out. That's when the touching started. He began by feeling my biceps and making a big show of how strong I was getting. Then he brushed my hair back from my face one day when the gym was empty. That made my heart pound in my chest. One day he helped me with my form when I was using the triceps machine. His hands were so strong as he grabbed my waist to move me. They lingered on my hips and then slipped back to my ass. He leaned in and whispered to me, "You are so fucking sexy. I can't take my eyes off you. You are exactly the kind of woman I love to fuck."

The Blind Struggle

My face felt warm as I started to wake from a groggy sleep. I fluttered my eyes open, then closed them immediately as the sunlight penetrated my retinas. I lay there trying to make sense out of the knot of emotions in my head. I had a headache. I prayed silently that my night had been a fever dream.

Carefully, I reached out my hand to feel around my bed. My fingers touched something hard, and I realized it was my laptop, still lying next to me. But my son, Adam, was not in my bed.

I forced my eyes open again and sat up, blinking. I looked around the room. Images danced through my mind. Images of my son lying beneath me while my hips ground against him. Along with those images came a dull physical sensation between my legs.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was lying to myself. Those images were too real. They were too vivid not to be true. I had just had sex with my own son. Worse still, I had let him come inside me. What if I got pregnant? The thought terrified me.

The thought of being pregnant brought forth some other images. Images I had buried. It wasn't all that long ago that I had been pregnant. But nobody knew about it, except my doctor. I had kept it hidden from everyone.

After my husband had moved to China almost two years ago, I had gone through a long period of loneliness. After a year, I finally agreed to go out with a guy from work. His name was Mark. We had had sex on our first date. Something about the guy didn't sit well with me, and I never pursued anything further with him.

The Summer Kitchen Ch. 02

I love two men. One of them good, caring, and faithful: my husband, Joe. The other is one of those "Bad Boy" types most of us probably knew in high school - the ones with leather jackets who rode loud, black bikes and got envious stares. They were always on the fringe, breaking rules, flaunting their freedom to do whatever they wanted, and to hell with everyone else. Almost always they were painfully beautiful, too. That's the other man in my life – my lover – my guilty indulgence – Ryan.

My husband Joe is steady, makes a good living for me and the girls and is always there for me. He doesn't deserve any of this. That's what makes my deceit so abhorrent. I'm disgusted with myself but I'm so hooked on Ryan that I can't quit him. Off-and-on, we have been involved in our affair for several years. A couple months ago he came back into my life after a year of absence. 

I hated myself afterward, but of course I went back and gave myself to him as soon as he called. As I said, I'm hooked. He's my drug, my alcohol, my very breath. I know someday I'll lose everything I have because of my need for Ryan. It's as if that is already preordained. If I lose Joe it'll rip my guts out. If I lose Ryan, I'll die. Pretty grim tale, huh? 

After being gone for a year with no word, Ryan called. He'd been in my dreams nightly so it was almost as if he'd never left, anyway. We got together again but he'd seemed different – somehow changed. Always the devil-may-care type with little regard for anybody else's feelings, since his return he was even more self-centered and demanding than before. Early in our relationship he'd told me he "owned me," although he was never mean or overly cruel to me. 

The Summer Kitchen Ch. 01

After almost fifteen years of marriage, I finally admitted to myself that I have a problem. It started around my ninth year of married life and has continued to this day. I am in some ways, like an alcoholic. The first step is to admit you are one, and the next is trying to stay clean. I'm trying to stay clean but it's a struggle. My addiction is Ryan. Yeah, as you might've already guessed, he's not the guy I married. My husband is Joe. He's handsome and a perfect husband and father. I love him deeply. We have two children, ages twelve and fifteen. As you can see from the age of my oldest, I was preggy when we married. 

Joe is six-foot, dark hair, brown eyes, and very handsome. He's a VP and regional manager for one of the large wine companies, steadily making his way up through the ranks to an executive position. As a result, we live well. He is athletic and still youthful, despite working hard to provide for me and his children. That is why my deceit is even more despicable. I'll get to that in a moment. 

We are both cyclist and stay trim, which is why we frequently get envious, and sometimes, lustful looks from both sexes. Narcissistically we enjoy their attention and I admit that every once in a while I spot a guy that makes me drool. Joe has also admitted as much to me about some chick he sees with nice tits. It has provided us a few laughs and often as not, some hot sex sessions between us. Neither of us have a thought of entertaining these impulses, believing them to be natural responses to the opposite sex. I always knew Joe would never cheat on me, and that I'd never cheat on him - mostly. 

I'm a five-six, slim built, blond with a 35 inch bust, and what Joe calls, "an ass to die for." I admit I like to wear jeans or shorts to show it off, and Joe likes it too. From day one, mine and Joe's sex life has always been great. He's a good lover, attentive, inventive and tender. We are not prudes. We sometimes watch porn and in the past have even tried out several sexual devices. 

Friday, 31 October 2014

Seduction of Tamanna ch. 2

When Monoj woke up, he found himself lying on the bed all alone. He looked around for Tamanna, but didn't see her. Then he heard the noises, coming from the bathroom. Tamanna was taking her bath. Monoj got up from the bed, and put on his clothes, lying on the floor. Then he walked up to the bathroom, and knocked the door.

"Tamanna, I'm going to my room for bath. Should I order breakfast for you?"


"Fine, then I will see you at the restaurant."

Then, Monoj left for his room. Tamanna was relieved to know that he left her room. Actually, she didn't want to face him in her bathrobe. Who knows, he may try to have a go on her again, seeing her in that sexy robe. Tamanna just wanted to forget the whole incident. She needed to focus on her project, rather than thinking about the obscene encounter, she had with Monoj. She stood under the shower, as the cold water run down her body, cleaning up the mess, created by Monoj's big dick. His thick long dick.

Again, the image of his enormous cock flashed in her mind. Her hands moved to her pussy, remembering how his huge dick filled her pussy up to its limits. She could still feel some soreness in her petite pussy, from the hard fucking of his meaty cock. She thought how different it was from her husband's average size cock. Monoj's cock had not only stretched her pussy real wide, but also had invaded the most unexplored depth of her pussy, where her husband's dick could never reach. She also recalled the images, how her tiny ass hole was violated by his massive cock. Her ass was still burning due to the hard fucking she had received from his thick organ. She thought she doesn't have to worry about the problem of constipation anymore, as Monoj's fat cock had stretched her ass hole real wide. She touched her burning ass hole, amazed at how he had managed to push his thick cock buried deep into that tiny hole. She was a bit surprised at her own ability, to be able to accommodate his enormous organ in her ass on her very first try.

Seduction of Tamanna ch. 1

Monoj was a smart guy who loves his job as a senior technical staff in a local news channel. He was around 35 years of age, 5'10'' high, well-built and married to a lovely wife and a 5 year old kid. He loves his family very much. His wife, Sima was a nice lady. They got married after dating each other for almost 10 long years. And still after 7 years of their marriage, their passion for each other had not lessened a single bit. Monoj always enjoyed passing time with his wife and his son. In short Monoj was a happily married guy.

But that was not entirely true. There was a completely different Monoj hidden behind his smiley face. Nobody around him had any idea about that, even his wife too. He kept that as a top secret for himself. He had a big obsession watching online porn sites. Gradually, his obsession shifted from watching internet porn to observe real sexy women, whom he meets in everyday life. He especially likes women with big ass. Monoj had a crush for big and round ass from his childhood.

It's not like Monoj was sexually unhappy with his wife. In fact his wife Sima was more aggressive in their love making and they had a steady sex life. Even they enjoyed oral sex too. But still he couldn't stop himself from ogling those sexy women, especially the ones with a big round ass. But Monoj kept it all to himself. He never actually tried to flirt with any one of them. He was happy to keep his thoughts to himself and seduce them only in his mind.

But everything has changed when he met Tamanna. Tamanna joined as a copy editor in the same channel. She was a very jolly woman and likes to keep on smiling all the time. She was like a livewire around the office. 

Horny Vivek fucking sister Dolly

This is a hundred percent real happening and I can easily say that among all experiences written here since now mine is one of the most unethical and dirtiest and readers are certainly going to abuse me after reading it. This is about how I fucked my own sister like a bitch; truly speaking friends it is really impossible for a guy to be ethical if he has a sis like Dolly (nick name).

I am Vivek, a good looking male with good height and looks with above average health and Dolly is year younger than me. Immaterial Dolly was year younger than me and use to address me Bhaiya, I was lusting over her since we were together in a school and even in those days my lust for her body was so intense that I never masturbated fantasizing anyone except Dolly.

As both our parents are working I always had plenty of opportunities when I could fuck her in our home itself but I never succeeded in gathering courage to approach her and what I maximum achieved in those days was just sneaking under her skirt to see her panty, glimpse of her soft breasts and just once saw her in a t-shirt and a Panty,

particularly when she was gone into the washroom to change her lower and somehow I managed to peep inside. Anyway for bit more introduction I would say we live in a renowned town of UP and including our eldest sister who is married since long we are three siblings, me and two sisters.

Mickey Didi is far elder then we two and by the time we finished our school she was married and also a mother of child. After finishing my school as my grades were not great I opted for B.Com pass through correspondence and a year after when Dolly cleared her school she opted for a better course because she had very good grades and ultimately she went to live with Mickey Didi

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Milk Woman farting Young 18 Year Old

Hello guys. I am Kiran from Ahmadabad. I am 23 years old and single son of my parents. I would like to tell you about an incident which took place 5 days ago. Talking about myself, I am unmarried doctor and have been serving in my dad’s hospital since 2 years. I am 5 feet 6 inches tall and have good sized dick. I am usual reader of ISS and that is the reason why I don’t feel much bad about incest.
Coming to the point, I was always a woman stalker and fantasized all women whom I knew closely. I had 2 pretty close relationships in my life, but had to sacrifice them for my career and always had to satisfy my urge by masturbating.
Now there was a friend of mine Ajay, with whom I shared all my secrets. I also bonded well with his mother, Madhu as she was quite modern, rich and open minded. I unwillingly always tried to impress her and even she was amazed with my intelligence. She trusted me more than her son. We lived in same neighborhood and both my friend. Madhu had pretty big tits and I always was attracted to her due to her tits. Madhu is very good and cooks tasty food. I and Ajay often used to sleep together in each other’s home. It was long time since we stayed together with each other.

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Playing With Fire

Part 1

My name is Tom, but on that particular fateful night roughly five years ago, that wasn't the name my wife was screaming as she was being fucked good and hard on our bed.

Now, before you get the wrong idea, let me clarify that I was the one who was fucking her. You see, we had been doing a bit of role-playing at that time, and on that particular night, she had chosen the name of "Dale" as her imaginary lover.

We had been married for twenty-four years, and our eldest son had just moved out of the house, leaving us as empty-nesters for the first time in our lives. In the weeks thereafter, I noticed that Beth, my wife, had become very vocal in bed. We had endured so many years being as quiet as possible in bed, I honestly never realized she had it in her. But the moment Donnie left for college, she seemed to let her hair down a little.

Maybe it was hormonal, or maybe it was the fact that she had started exercising again, and was feeling sexier than usual. I didn't care why her sex drive suddenly went into overdrive; I was simply enjoying the ride. Prior to that, our sex life had become duller and more seldom with each passing year.

Free from having to be quiet all the time, she began talking dirty while we had sex. I have to say, it was a major turn-on for me. The things she would say would make her friends at church blush, and those frumpy old women in her bookclub would never have suspected that there was such a dirty little slut hidden beneath that prim and proper exterior.

As we reached middle age together, Beth and I began to talk about all the things we'd like to do before we get too old to do them. We talked about traveling, and scuba diving, and other types of adventurous activities that we never had the time nor freedom to pursue while being tethered to the house for so many years. Inevitably, that discussion morphed into a conversation about our sexual fantasies. Being the hornier of the two, I was the one who prompted that particular discussion.

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