Wild Fuck Toys

The flight was been delayed and would be late arriving in Los Angeles.
Fortunately on this flight I meet a couple who were returning from their
vacation. She had quite a figure, petite, yet very well proportioned, and
wore a silk blouse that did little to hide an extremely sexy view of firm
mounds of creamy white flesh. I could hardly keep from staring at them the
entire trip. They were excellent conversationalists, so the flight passed
quickly.

Upon arrival in Los Angeles, tired and hungry, we went for our bags, made what
we thought were to being parting words and started our respective ways for
home. As I was leaving the terminal I noticed them standing along the curb
with a very perplexed look on their faces. I stopped to ask them what the
problem was and they said that their ride home could not make it and they were
stuck at the airport. I asked them where they were headed and to my surprise,
they were almost neighbors. I said my car was here at the airport and I would
be more than happy to offer them a ride home if that would help. They said it
could very much and she made a comment about how appreciative she was of my
gesture. We grabbed all the bags, headed for the car, and started the hour or
so trek home. (more…)

My sex life didn’t begin with shapely,
beautiful, walking wet-dreams throwing me down the on playground and
fucking my brains out. Way back then, if a girl liked you, she hit you a
lot and pestered you in the most annoying way. To a boy who couldn’t
even spell hormones yet, let alone know what they were, this was not a
person you wanted to be near. To me, girls were to be avoided. Somewhere
along the line, I realized I was
stronger than the girls who were hitting me, so it was only logical that
I should start to hit them back.
This was when I first enrolled in the course; Big Brothers – 101.
Looking back at this period of time in my life, it’s really a shame my
school didn’t include the subject on their report cards. My parents
would have definitely been more proud of me. There were so many Big
Brothers, and those of us who attended their classes had a difficult
time graduating. Besides learning the relationship between a cold
compress and a black eye, I was taught how to properly re-align mangled
fingers, the different techniques of stopping a bleeding nose, shown
that, yes, I could be lifted up by the ears just like a puppy, and for
the last lesson I was amazed to learn the tiny things hanging between my
legs had nothing at all to do with how much pee I could retain before I
finally had to find a toilet. The small and hard to control rubbery
organ, which I seldom pulled out in time anyway, was primarily there for
pain! Big Brothers always hit or kicked these first so they must be
protected at all times. (more…)

Babe fucking machine experience
Also, God forbid that a rational thought ever enter our head while we
have a hard-on. I’m not really sure, but I think this is the criteria
Catholic’s use to elect a new Pope. I don’t mean they pick a candidate
who can still think with a hard-on, although this in itself would be a
miracle, but that the new pontiff must be past the age of even getting a
hard-on!
Where’s all this leading to? Regretfully and humiliatingly, I’m trying
to work up the courage to tell you about the first time I ever had a
climax with a female was present.
Notice, I said ‘female present’! She, or in my case the three of them,
didn’t share in this experience. They only watched. As a reasonably
normal and always horny teenager I had many orgasms before this, but I
really don’t count beating off while looking at a centerfold in some
smelly bathroom as having sex. True, you eventually do come and it’s
better than nothing, but it’s just not the same when you’re alone and
you DO feel like a jerk after you’ve finished. Is this why some people
call it jerking off?

I am a young, very successful professional woman, 5′3″, 105 lbs.,
natural blonde and, I’m told, considered quite attractive. I have a nice
figure, which I work very hard to maintain and all-in-all, I consider
myself very fortunate. Except when it comes to men. With the exception of
two married men with whom I’ve had incredibly passionate affairs before we
went our separate ways, my love life and, consequently, my sex life, has
been one bad experience after another. Until now.

I had my fill of men, both literally and figuratively, so, about a year
ago, I made a conscious decision to become celibate. I still dated,
frequently, but I no longer jumped into bed with my dates as quickly as I
did before. (more…)