cuckold (alıntı) Kocamın Patronu Yasemin — Kocamın Patronu Merhaba, adım Yasemin. 25 Yaşında 2 senelik evli genç bir kadınım. 1,70 boylarındayım. Düz ve uzun sarı saçlara, ince bir bele, dolgun kalçalara sahibim. Pembe ve geniş meme uçlarıyla gögüslerim büyük ve şekillidir. Bembeyaz vücudum, uzun bacaklarım ve küçük bakımlı ayaklarımla yolda erkeklerin dönüp tekrar tekrar baktığı…

HAYATA HEYECAN KATMAK-10 Son olayda ilker ile yaşanılanları anlatmıştım devamında olanlar… Olay yerinden hızla uzaklaşıp şehirde biraz tur attıktan sonra telefon ile aradım Sema yı ve eve geldiklerini söyledi bende geliyorum diyerek eve doğru yol aldım hava kararmak üzereydi. Eve girdiğimde İlker normal banyodaydı Semada banyosunu yapmış yatak odasında üzerini giyiniyordu. Ben hemen semanın yanına…

Coming home late from a bar I went into the lounge. I knew that mother had already gone up to bed because I could hear her music blaring from her bedroom. She often went to bed early when she was drunk or stoned. For a while I watched a programme on television but it was…

She sat in seat 13-A, looking silently out the window at the ground slowly moving by 35,000 feet below her, occasionally interrupted by a soft cloud passing by on the Friday afternoon. Her drink sat half-finished on the tray table dropped down from the seat back in front of her. She knew she wanted this…

Back in 1998 I was in one of the U.S. services and assigned to a staff. We were on a deployment and had pulled in to Fremantle, Western Australia. Being on a staff there were formal engagements we had to attend. On the night we arrived we were to attend a “meet and greet” at…

Author’s Note: Those of you who know me know my adoptive heritage is Irish and Italian. The name Devin originates from old Gaelic, meaning poet or bard. I used this name because my inspiration is a Poet at heart. * “Shit” she took off her glasses, rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock. She…

She slowly shut the door to her bedroom, blotting out all external light and plunging the room into near darkness. Milky light from from the dying sun tried valiantly to trickle through the gap between the shade and the sill, temporarily highlighting her creamy skin as she removed her shirt. “I think I’m ready.” He…

She’s tall and slender, and has one heck of a rack, seen in full glory even from the rear view. And even though she’s pushing 60, all of the guy’s heads turn when she walks by, no matter what their age may be. I’ve known her for years, living down Edgar Road, in Winchester UK…

It’s late. The night is cool and clear with the night black above the street lights. The building is quiet; most of the windows are dark. The wind stirs. I shiver but not with chill, my arms warm in the pale green sweater that clings to my chest. No. I shiver with anxiety and desire.…

NOTE: This story is entirely a work of fiction. If you are easily offended by sexual subjects, you probably shouldn’t read this. But if you’re not offended, ENJOY! * * * * * He is what I consider the perfect mix of man…intelligent, handsome, funny, and a truly nice guy. And over the first few…