I’m a married bi-sexual woman who has been eating pussy since I was thirteen and tasted my best friend’s pussy for the first time. I met my husband in college and his only stipulations for my bi-sexuality are that I share the pussy I eat with him and that I don’t go near another mans cock. Not going near another mans cock is not a problem as I love pussy more then a big cock and my husbands cock is as much as I can handle. We have been married eight years and have shared...
Continue reading...Trip to Glastonbury 3.
Maryanne was the first to see it, and she whispered that “Don is having a problem.” To which Gina glanced at my crotch and smirked that perhaps we need to find a bed. With that, we decided to leave and go and find a Bed and Breakfast location. This time we needed a hotel badly. We had enjoyed complete open lovemaking at the cavern at St. Agnes, as we could run around naked, fucking at will on the beach, in the cavern and on our rock ledge to our hearts’ contents. My cock and Gina’s...
Continue reading...Confessions of a Kinky Girl
That’s what I’ve always been. Not a Fortune 500 type company, but THE Company, with a capital C, otherwise known as the Central Intelligence Agency. They recruited me right out of Georgetown Law, and I’ve spent the last 20 or so years putting out fires for them around the world. Not exactly the James Bondesque kind of hijinks I associated with being a spy when I was a kid, but more than enough adventure to keep me busy. Besides, I wasn’t about to introduce myself in real life as “Logan. Jeffrey Logan.” Even Sean Connery...
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Getting impatient, I needlessly pulled my skirt down closer to my knees. “Where is he?” I sighed. Loosely holding my binoculars I peered through them at the doors to the building down the block. I had been stalking my prey now for months. The Mayor of our great city, John. I had come up with my plan after some re- zoning he approved caused me to lose my job. Wanting revenge and a source of income, my plan was created. Two birds with one stone I thought. The clock striking 3:04pm, he appeared. My pussy...
Continue reading...Trip to Glastonbury 2.
As we pulled out of the garage and into open daylight, I glanced over my shoulder and both were half naked, in a classic 69 position. They obviously were using fingers and tongues on each other. I made a detour of sorts into Northtown and asked the girls to stop what they were doing and to get “decent”. I had heard at least 6 climaxes take place and I did not know and didn’t really care who had gotten their nut off. I stopped in front of a Fredericks of Hollywood sign and gave each...
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It was 9 a.m. in Seattle at my office when my newly hired married secretary Gina got to work that Monday morning. We had been suffering for a good administrative person for the past two months now, someone who had the common sense, skill and intelligence to do more than just answer a phone and buzz my desk to get an answer to some customer that sometimes exhibited “rocks in his or her head”. I am the Sales and Marketing Director of a large Asian- based steamship line. We have operations in both Long Beach...
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