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Her first anal adventure with glass.

Finally it was Friday! I tossed my car keys on the kitchen counter in frustration. I just sat through a painstaking 40 minutes of traffic, which always seems to occur when I anxiously wanted to get home. Feeling the dull pain of a headache, I popped two Advils and sorted through my mail.

My mind started to wander as I flipped through the Macy’s flyer. It seemed like forever since I felt your touch, but it had only been two days. Imagining how you looked up at me as you slowly traced your finger around my swollen clit caused a wanting, aching feeling to develop in between my thighs. Oh god what a tease you were on Wednesday! Secretly, I loved every minute of it. I didn’t want to get too worked up since two of my roommates were home. Thank goodness they don’t know what I do behind closed doors.

Link-by-slippery-link I fed the chain past her swollen lips.

“This is the last of the “Best Friends” series. I recommend you read “Best Friends 2″ in the TOYS section before reading this story first. If you wish to add “chaining” to your sexual repertoire, I strongly recommend that you research the subject thoroughly before attempting it! Enjoy! – IluvAnal”

“Shit!” I swore to myself when the dogs began loudly announcing that someone was coming up the drive.

Four hours previous, I had kissed my wife, Ellen, goodbye as she and some friends were leaving for a four-day golf trip. The minute she left, I stripped and got to work painting the dining room.

Foreign exchange student finds pleasure with dildo and book.

As Arabelle lay on her bed the next day after her library session, she closed her eyes. She loved how her body quivered as she came and she loved feeling her own body. Arabelle would never have gotten to experience these things back home because of the strict school she went to. Arabelle let her mind wander a bit and she started to think, she could actually buy a dildo now that she didn’t have to order one through the internet. There was a porn shop just 30 miles from campus. She hopped off the bed and got her shoes on. She all but ran down to her car and started driving. Her pussy was throbbing just thinking about all the fun she would have.

The redhead invites a couple girlfriends to try the chair.

They had invited Lisa and Nicki over to try out the latest modifications to The Chair, although it was the redhead who had actually made the call. He had gone shopping as the redhead had neglected to tell him that Lisa and Nicki would be over in only twenty minutes. When they arrived, they let themselves in using the key that the redhead had hidden for them. Unbeknown to him, she had told the two girls that it might be awhile before they got there, so they should just make themselves at home. They first examined The Chair to look for the modifications, but they didn”t see anything that looked blatantly different. They went into the adjoining bedroom to make sure the redhead and The Chair”s designer were not there.

She enjoys herself while awaiting his return.

“I promise I’ll be home by midnight.”

“Midnight?! But you already promised you’d be home by four and it’s already almost six,” I wailed to my husband of almost three months.

“I know it sucks, Hallie but you know I can’t really control when I land.”

“I know,” I sighed, “I just didn’t want to spend all of our first Christmas Eve as a couple alone.”

“You didn’t have to spend it alone you know. You could have gone to your sister’s.”

“I didn’t want to go to my sister’s,” I pouted, wishing he could see it over the phone. “We’re going over there tomorrow and besides I’ve spent every Christmas with her since we were kids. I wanted to spend this one with you.”

Even Old Pruneface likes to cum.

On the Monday morning after Nicky and Amanda had been introduced to the fucking machine that was owned by her mother, Shelley sat in her English class, listening to Miss Bascom. The teacher’s parents had been misguided enough to name her “Prunella”, after a wealthy aunt and, because of her dreadful name and because she was unmarried, most of the female students referred to her among themselves as “Old Pruneface”, and thought of her as being an old maid. Actually, she was less than forty years old and was much more sexually active than they could possibly know.

The men come home and A new club structure begins.

“For those who did not read the first chapter here are a few paragraphs from that chapter to bring you quickly up to date.”

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Once upon a time back before vibrators had been invented and we ladies had to depend on our imagination I was a Navy wife.

I was (and still am) reasonably attractive and as sexy as was allowed in those days. I was 31 and I am named Ann. I am a high school graduate as were most of my friends.

My husband was career Navy and looking forward to becoming a Chief Petty Officer. He was an Aviation Machinist and also a Aircraft Crew Chief.

Co-worker crush ends with mutual masturbation.

It was 8 am on a Saturday morning in late July. Yet another Saturday morning spent working at my desk. I was the only one in the office, until…

“Whoa Greg! I didn’t expect to see you here before me.” Christy said, as she rounded the wall to her cubicle. Her flip flops made that recognizable slapping noise as she walked. She was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and a well-worn pair of grey sweat shorts that looked like they were once a pair of sweat pants. The shorts were ripped/cut-off a little bit above mid-thigh. Standard Saturday morning attire in our office.

Alicia finds a mentor to teach her about her body.

Mira was my roommate in college. I had such a crush on her, but I couldn’t tell her that. She worked as a waitress in one of those college hangouts where the girls wore tight blue jeans and low cut tops. The first time I went there to eat, and she was working, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had always known that Mira was pretty, but decked out for this job where the prettier and flirtier you were, the better tips you made, I could tell that Mira was raking in the dough. Or at least she should have been.

Well, they should.

“Bradford, Brown, and Wetherby,” announced the receptionist. “How may I direct your call?”

“Michelle Franklin, please.”

“May I tell her who is calling?”

“This is Jeff.”

“One moment please.”

Jeff managed two solid breaths before Miss Franklin responded, “This is Michelle.”

“Hey, Michelle, it’s Jeff. I, uh, hope I’m not bothering you at work.”

Michelle leaned back in her chair, propping her feet up on her desk. “Nope. I wouldn’t have given you my number if I didn’t want you to call me here. What’s up?”