I was on this trip to America, a scared girl. I was worried to be away from my family, to not have the safety of my bed for the time we’d be away, little did I know that this trip would be the adventure of a life time.
I had just come up for my lunch, I went into the toilet, and as I close the door, from behind the door my colleague jumps out at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing my lips.
She tasted so good, her lips glistening mine with her juices, I could feel her begin to slide my pants off, raising my hips to help her. I felt her hands run up my legs slowly, teasingly until the reached my thighs, squeeze and digging her nails into them, she grips and spreads my legs, as I feel her bend forward and start to kiss my inner thigh. I never let my tongue escape her hole, as I felt her lips get closer and closer to my pussy. I raised my hips, ushering her towards my pulsating fanny.
Sandy starts me off with some light stretches, getting us both warmed up. I quickly realised she’s a very hands on yoga instructor and before long starts using her hands to apply some pressure to my body as she helps me through the various exercises. Her hands would grip my muscles, my calf muscles, hamstring, quads, fairly high up, sending a shock through my body. I had never felt this kind of way when I was doing my yoga sessions with Corey. I’ve never felt this way especially with a woman touching my body. My mind was in confusion. My body was getting extremely turned on at the touch of Sandy’s hands against me. I think I must have let out a soft moan at some point.
It’s Friday, my weekend off, much needed after a busy week, and the best thing about today is its Yoga day. I could do with a really good yoga session today.
I get into my usual morning routine, up and out of bed bright and early, a glass of OJ and some pancakes with maple syrup and berries. An unusual spring in my step this morning, I skip up the stairs into my bedroom, strip my clothes off, admire my body and put on my yoga pants and sports bra. I stare at the clock on my phone only to realise that I’ve still got an hour left before my Yoga instructor arrives and just like my phone new I was holding it, it started to ring, I squealed to myself and answered it.
Years had passed; we talked and talked all the time via text and through the Internet. Then one day we decided to meet up, and spend a couple of days together. We decided to have a night in a hotel, nerve were wreaking havoc driving to meet this wonderful girl I’d known for years but never met.
The moment had arrived, I parked at the hotel, got the room details, she had already arrived and checked in. I was so nervous I got lost on my way to the room. Eventually I found the room, *knock knock* my heart pounding as the door lock turns and she opens the door. My smile stretched across my face, my knees were weak and my heart beating was visibly through my T-shirt. She was a stunner, her long blonde hair, gorgeous smile, perfect teeth, she was shorter than me, but had the curves to make any man drool. I was in awe. I walked into the room, sitting down getting comfortable, as we sat next to each other on the bed, chatting away as if we had been doing this for years.
I walked into the bar with my family, and there she was sat on a bar stool, long red hair, red dress, huge boob, red heels, red nail polish and the to die for red lip stick. I took one look at this magnificent lady in front of me and I was in love. My parents walked over to her and sat me down next to her, they said she will look after me as they go about enjoying the party in the bar.
The There’s something about her, something mysterious
Her perfect pout, so delicious
Her red lipstick, perfectly smeared over her lips
With Long red hair, flowing towards her hips
Red nail polish glistens, as it catches the light
There’s no one so beautiful, this night.
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*Snap, Snap, Snap* taking photos of this beautiful wedding, and all these happy faces, is one reason why I became a professional photographer. The happiness and joy on the faces of the happy couple as well as their families is bliss. The other reason I do wedding photography is the bridesmaids and women who attend the weddings. I find them to be so broody and horny at the same time, they’re easy targets for the odd one night stand or the short intense relationships without strings.
Ever since I was heart broken at as a young guy in my late teens, I have lost the emotional connection to women in a romantic sense, they’re now just items to help with my extremely high sex drive.