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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.
Debbie shuts the door, places her bags on the floor. She takes off her blazer, placing it on the back of a chair and placing her shoes neatly in a corner. She has been travelling for nearly 6 hours, sat in a 4 hour meeting and is now in a hotel room for the night. This is not an unusual day for Debbie; she is a very successful business woman, so she is always on the move up and down the country attending shows, meetings and fashion events. Being in the fashion industry Debbie knows how to dress to compliment her curvy figure. She is a beautiful size 14, with hips and curves to make any man’s imagination run wild. She is a fit woman, regularly visiting the gym. Her E cup breasts would always attract attention, whether in the board room, the gym or the supermarket.
They were sat at opposite ends of the restaurant, both with their respected partners. She keeps glancing over to him, smiling, twirling her hair. He could only smile and occasionally send a cheeky wink her way. Both have been having a dry spell in their relationships, and even though they had never met each other, there was an instant attraction and sexual chemistry between them.
She looked over to the toilets, smirking, running her thumb across her lips. Their intuition taking over, he excused himself to go to the lavatory, shortly followed by this sexual magnet of a woman. He went into the men’s and waited just for a few seconds as she came charging in.
He steps out of his jeans and his boxers swiftly follows as his hard cock jumps up, right in her face. She gasps at the stiff rod in front of her, as a smile creeps on her lips, her hands start moving up his legs as she moans “mmm” softly, reaching his balls, cupping them gently, looking up at Ben’s reaction, he is watching her every movement, enjoying the attention he is getting. She takes the tip and places her lips against it and give his rock hard cock a little kiss, before moving down his shaft, kissing it softly, all the way down to his balls. Jenny then licks her way up his length, before taking his cock in between Continue reading
Jenny was so unexcited to be finishing work as late as she was. A successful financial accountant, Jenny, was working late on a Friday evening, coming up to 7pm. Her night consisted of dinner for one in front of the TV, watching the romantic comedies that would be plastered all over every TV channel as it was that time of the year, Valentine’s Day. The day most single women dread. Jenny however had become used to this, her second Valentine’s Day without a gentleman companion. Her usual routine would be, Wake up, exercise, have some breakfast, work, gym, home, food, TV, some self-pleasure time and then repeat the next day. Jen had gotten into a routine, but this Friday was a night as she wasn’t able to leave work at her usual 5pm.
The frustration grew as she knew she would be able to go to the gym tonight, get her endorphins coursing through her veins and use the buff men at the gym in her “wank” bank later on that evening. She started to pack her things away and making her way out of the office. Her work attire fitted her body like a sleeve. Every curve was met with soft material, her blouse open enough to entice every boob lover to peer towards her 34DDs. Her skirt long enough to be professional, short enough to cause imaginations to run. Her hair tied in a ponytail, with the glasses; she was the perfect model for every guys dream work colleague. Jenny as guys would say would fit into the category of a pornstar secretary.
“Beep beep beep” the metal detector goes off.
“Please step aside madam”,
The police officer asks politely.
Frustrated from a long 12 hour flight, Samantha is on edge, to say the least. Her whole journey consisted of the most vivid sexual fantasies she has experienced since her divorce 6 months ago. Unsure what’s caused the machine to beep, Her voice husky as she was barely awake she asked “what’s this about?”
“Please raise your arms ma’am, we need to run the metal detector across you, to see what’s caused the machine to beep, do you have any jewelry or a watch or a belt on currently?”
Knowing the burning between her legs, the wetness from her wild imagination Samantha hesitates for a minute, “I don’t feel comfortable being searched in public, is there a room we can go to?”