I couldn’t believe it, the way her eyes switched, from innocence to freak caught me totally off guard. There we were right there in the mother-in-law’s kitchen, a busy family gathering, people everywhere, we could easily have been caught by anyone. Not only is the apartment small, you can peer into the kitchen from the living room. But without a second thought, she squatted all the way down, pulling my pants down with her, she grabbed my shaft and balls, looked me square in the eye, you could see the sadistic pleasure she was getting from the panic on my face. She parted her lips and exposed her tongue, before introducing the underside of my penis to her moist, wet tounge….
Full story to follow soon….
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.
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.
There I was laying on a table butt naked, with just a towel covering my lady parts, face down, waiting for my masseur. I hear the door open, “are you ready madam” I hear a husky french voice and immediately start to hope he isn’t attractive.
“Yes, I’m ready thank you”
He begins to pour oil into his hands, and starts to rub them together, gently placing them on the top of my back, running his hands up and down. The smell of lavender surrounding the room, as he starts to apply pressure to my shoulders, gently massaging them. I let out a soft moan, and he says “Oh, madame, you are very tense”.
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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.