I flew to Spain and from there I came by train to Marseille and from there to Aix en Provance. Cabbage. South of France. Wonderful. Already thoughts stop sinking in my head and the scents, the colours, and the sound of the wind enhance all my senses and make my skin breathe. I booked an Airbnb in an alley in the centre of the intersection. Above a great raclette restaurant. I introduce myself to the fat French owner who speaks broken English. No problem. It amuses me. He accompanies me inside and I understand that there is a mistake. He raises his arms and gestures, while he tells me something I don't understand. I turn around and see that in the nice bright apartment with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a living room, there seem to be bags belonging to someone.“I accidentally have booked the room for two, sorry madame, he is a boy, a little older than you, I think, American,” The Frenchman says to me“I see…” I say while in reality, I'm not understanding anything.Through all the n
“At every corner, I turned, there was you,” I exclaim“Have you thought of me then?” he smirks from behind his mask.“All day.” I laugh, throwing my head back.“Liar. That’s false” he replies confidently.“Like these masks,” I say“Or are these the reality, perhaps?” he questions making me think deeper about the reality of humans in life“However, it's not true that you've been thinking about me all day,” I say shaking my head.“Why do you say?” he asks, raising an eyebrow curiously.“Up until 40 minutes ago, there was a woman in your room,” I reply“Ah did you overhear?” he teases twirling me before drawing me into a close circle.“I haven't overheard it at all. Only…” I explain but he cuts me through the conversation“Did you think about me?” he prods again“You are deviating from the conversation,” I say“You wanted to see me,” he states as a matter of fact“N-n-n-n-no... I …” I stutter after being caught red-handed“You needed to know me.” he continues“Maybe,” I say wanting to be
I scream, every cell in my body awoke, thrilled and excited.“How do you know?” I ask him.“How do you know that about me?” I ask again, now all tipsy after consuming that powerful cocktail. I don’t know if it was the liquor or the story he told me that was getting me all horny.But while I am still talking, a passionate kiss greets me. He sticks his tongue in my mouth like it's the only thing he knows how to do. We kiss passionately. Like I have never kissed Marcus. Like I will never kiss anyone.He offers his hand to me and I take it. In order to move around the room.“I know everything about you.” He says.“I need to know about you. Really. Right now.” I say trying to have a fixed voice but my tongue is trembling with desire. And I want to take him. His breath is on my neck and is warm and fluid. His lips start caressing the tip of my earlobe. The music actually never stopped but I realized it just right now. At that moment he starts touching my butt. He asks me with a deep sexy vo
“Maybe,” I say.“So you have to go up in rank …” he declaresI feel that as he continues to move inside me, he fumbles on the table to get something and SMACKKK. I scream. A wet rag strikes my ass, almost bruising the tender muscles“Oh, God....” I moan as I feel lightning sensations of pleasure rushing through my body.“Have you ever done it?” he asks“Never. Never. Never. You are my god now. You make me enjoy it like this.” I blurt out not believing I would ever tell this to anyone.He picks up the pace by pumping faster. I am aware that I could really hurt myself. I don't know him, I don't know anything, and yet there is no fairer thing. There is nothing better than this pain and this pleasure. His erection is powerful, it is so nig that it seems unreal to me. SPANK. Once again the wet rag. I feel the tears fall from under the dark bandage. Yet. Yet. It still wants more. He'll give me five more when I finally scream, “Stop! Stopp, THAT'S ENOUGH!”“Already beg for mercy? Ehhh?” he te
There is a story I have to tell. We are the stories that weave our lives together. We are nothing but a story, a (hopefully pleasant) experience of what we hear, smell, and feel. We live. I am Angela. My daughter's name is Marlene. The little, little princess Marlene. I am 40 years old and my daughter is 24. Aesthetically there is not much difference between us, we are both brunettes, with brown eyes, big breasts and prosperous buttocks. We're Mediterranean and when we go out together it's not difficult for guys' eyes to compete over which of our asses to land on. I think my daughter is a bit annoyed by this situation. There may be a bit of competitiveness between us, but I can't help it if on that blessed day Mother Nature decided that mother and daughter should be united by this sexy streak. I'm married to John. We have an active and satisfying sex life. I consider myself a still-pleasing woman, capable of satisfying one man. Or several men, that is. If you know what I mean. Marl
After that, it was a matter of moments. Marlene screamed that she was coming. We looked at each other, settled down and moved away from each other. I saw in the mirror above the fireplace what a mess my hair was in. I straightened it and waited. The moment Marlene came to say goodbye to William, I saw that a drop of semen was standing there on my breast and with a quick move, I removed it with my finger, licked my finger and then looked at them fixedly. Marlene took him into the room. So the boy stayed, studying in Marlene's room all afternoon, while I sat on the sofa thinking about the fleeting experience I had had earlier in the day. When they finished studying, Marlene walked William to the door and he greeted me. Coldly. Like kids do. With a little embarrassment. The two of them stood in the doorway talking for a few minutes; but when my daughter greeted him with a soft kiss on the lips, at that moment, I realized that I had given my daughter's boyfriend a blow job that afternoon!
I'm amazed at the way my bitchy daughter talks. I don't know what to say. I look at her and finally see what a stupid little whore she has become. I watch her in the mirror, vain, with that body less beautiful than mine, with that confidence that someone should take away from her. While I am deep in thought, I get a phone call. I leave Marlene's room and grab my phone in the kitchen without looking at the name. "Hello?” This voice seemed familiar, Oh my God, It is William's voice. "In half an hour, I’ll be at the end of your street.” he declares "No, no but William, it's dinner time! I can't go out…” I protest, almost scared at his audacity to call me out. "If you come I'll make you enjoy it like you made me enjoy it last time,” he states confidently, leaving me in shock. What's with boys and girls these days? How and when did they become so outrageous and bold? "And it's ON whether you like it or not, but I am sure you WILL,” he says emphasizing on WILL "How did you get my numbe
He gets super close to me now…The very next moment he enters my hole with his fingers filling me up ahhhh…hmmm so completely and the very next second he pulls out. I look at my pussy being penetrated so roughly it turns me on to the point of no return. Ohhh I Like this wild move. In fact, I'm enjoying it, so much. Then William suddenly stops, with all three of his fingers fully inside and moves them inside me. I moan loudly, looking up into his face. Then, he brings out his fingers, which are already all wet as he kisses me passionately. I, then, look at his thighs wet with my juices and am so fucking high. Every movement he makes sends shivers down my spine. I look at his face and find that he is very excited. He pulls away from me and then lifts me up by my hips. I feel my ass on the cold marble. I feel it crushing and bouncing on the cold counter while he pulls down his jeans, off, along with his briefs. Just like that, he lets out that big thick dick of his that's dangling in fro
I then spread her out on the sofa with the pussy laid out on the wide pillow. I observe her examine her in a lustful way, before I immerse myself in her cunt, licking and sucking on her juices. My queen is somewhat dripping non stop, since her secretions at that juncture flow up to the anal orifice.I open the lube and apply ointment that I had previously applied on it for better lubrication. She counters me with a jolt, I am kneeling in front of her as she traces the clitoris in that fragrant cave, rubbing my tongue and with my lips sipping the fluids ooze from that fissure.She rambles, squirms, raves, squeezes her breasts, grabs and bends the pillow as if she wanted to tear it apart, bends over, writhes, while my cock conquers and subdues her mouth shut. Her outburst is intense and erotic and intoxicating, her pleasure she takes from her is indefinable and indistinct, as she screams unleashing her fantastic, lustful, restrained and dissuaded orgasm.
“You're the one who turns me on.” I tell her as I am moved by a surge of passion towards her.She nods to wait.“When are you going to show me your magic?”“You're about to see it” she says.And with her long-tapered hands, and long nails, she grabs me by the nape of my neck and kisses me. Hard. As if she wanted to possess me. As if to impart her power over me.She starts undressing, slowly, very slowly for me. I look at her abundant and fleshy boobs, lifted and comforted by weakened shoulder pads that press on the shoulders. She has nice bristling, pointy nipples that are free and have the air of being very sensitive.Her movements bewitch and conquer my ravenous thirsty eager gaze. Her hips are no different. With the graceful waist and the massive buttocks, currently surrounded by the thong and highlighted by the unprecedented and brutal vivacity of the color of the yarn, deliberately tight and alm
I wake up the next day with a beautiful sunny day lighting up the room. I immediately expect a visit from a beautiful nurse. Or, more importantly, my beautiful nurse, even though it seems incredible to me since she has already done the night shift.Nobody comes at all. I wait again. No one. Suddenly the handle bends, I wait happily, all excited. An old woman enters, all hunched over and bent over. A non-green, grey uniform, unkempt, white hair.My libido goes completely under my feet. Not what I expected, but never mind, there's breakfast. But even that disappoints me. The old nurse brought me chocolate and tasty things. Now I have a slice of bread and a piece of fruit. Water and a little of coffee.The old nurse is waiting for me to eat in front of her. I do. I look at her, she looks at me. I give her back the plates and I find my self again there waiting for some nice girls coming. Again, I wait patiently. No one comes.So, I go
She who possesses such a fabulous body is performing the sun salutation, or rather the waning sun salutation, a yoga exercise to relax the muscles of the back and legs I remain for several minutes admiring this dance of the ass, enraptured, and I notice the sudden tingling between my legs.I admire the right leg rising from the ground and extending in all its length towards the ceiling of the room. A celestial vision, the crack between her ass cheeks slowly widening, letting me admire the furrow of her cunt in all its splendour.I have my cock throbbing between my fingers and I feel that it is about to explode and in fact I see in the half-light four squirts landing on the fabric wrapping those buttocks. Taken aback, I try to put the rod back in my boxer shorts as it stubbornly does not want to go back in and I hear a rustle of fabric approaching my pram.I remain awkwardly silent when I look her moving like an ancient Greek gymnastic. Though suddenl
I hear the door open and see the usual uniform and her eyes and smile that stand like a lampara in the night on the dark sea, in her hand a basin that I could not see the contents but immobilized I could not help but admire the sinuous movement of her.She approaches the bed, places the basin next to my thigh, takes a gauze and pours a pungent transparent substance that I imagine is disinfectant. She puts on her gloves calmly, takes my cock between her fingers and calmly passes the gauze over my cock, which I feel calmly but tenaciously swelling.I get closer to her with my whole body. I want her. Remembering she didn’t refuse me touching her before, I take the courage and the curiosity to try again.I carelessly bring the tip of my thumb to the edge of the thong that has crept between her labia majora and I start to make small circles between the fabric of the thong and her slit, I certainly expect a handshake or a shout of denial but nothing.
I became the youngest professor in my science department at the University of Port New. You know, physics makes you cynical. It makes you look at the universe without seeing the magic of the talking stars. The celestial spheres that Dante, Shakespeare and the poets of the world have sung about. But only and only masses of gas, burning from miles away. To a physicist, relativity is everything. Especially in the area of relationships. I will never get married. I will never commit to a single person. Why would I do that? After all, there's no way to make two people happy forever. It's crazy. Monogamy is our absurd claim to civilization over nature. So I keep myself a bachelor and happy. In sex - as in love - all that matters to me is the adventure. is the roughness. The secret. The mysterious. The fear. In short, I only react - and get aroused - by strong emotions. Anyway, because I'm very young, I still have all my friends from university and my PhD and tonight, like every Thursday,
Thus, Paul comes closer and closer to me as he says, “You do like Lolita, don’t you?” “I think it's nice.” I say without looking him into his face. “I think it's sexy…” he says. “Yes. I agree.” I say, shyly in a small voice. “I think you are sexy.” He says as he grabs my hips. I moan and I turn to look at him. My face is sighing dripping with desire but because I would love to hold him tight. He looks me in the eyes and kisses me passionately. His erection pressed into my hips. I can feel his tool. It is fucking hard and fucking huge. 3 times John's dick. I am dreaming. He groans and pushes me against the wooden library on the wall. The hit scored my back, but I don't mind. I am aroused by it. My pussy is wet and I am incredibly excited. Paul's hands rake against my heavy breasts and belly and find the damp cleft between my legs. His touch is gentle but decided. Such a better sensation than John's touch. He takes me by the hips and makes me lie on his wooden round table. There
John goes to work. I go to the pool. Outside, in the backyard, I happen to throw a quick glance towards Paul's house. Closed. But that's not important. It happens. It's none of my business. I'm sunbathing and I hear some noise on Paul's driveway. It's none of my business.Then a female voice. After a second two female voices. I turn around and see that two girls are both kissing John. Man, what a scene. The girls are hot. Well dressed. They inspire passion inside me too.Paul intrigues me more and more. I am forced to admit I am desperately attracted to him myself. I find myself surreptitiously watching those two girls laughingly walk out of his house and wondering 'who knows what they feel after those intense long dirty sessions'. I wonder what happened. Phew. How hot it is. I leave the pool and get ready to go shopping. I pull out a long green summer dress to mid-calf and white heels. I am ready.Everyone at the market is as nice as ever and so I m
I run upstairs and repeat the outfit I had already worn earlier. But it occurs to me that in my hurry I forgot to change my underwear. I like to change them everytime I dress for hygiene reasons. So I undress completely, in a hurry, without thinking.When I turn towards the window, completely naked, I realise I haven't closed the curtains and for a second (which seems a very long time) I meet Paul's distant gaze. Shit! I immediately pull the covers and quickly change. I put on my blue silk dress and walk down the stairs, realising that I was all soaking wet.I was excited and I was sure about John. It's obvious. It's normal. We're probably going to have one of those special nights. I walk up to him in the hall, dressed like this, and see him smiling at me. I sit down to dinner and finish what I was eating, but get up to serve him ice cream. When I bring it to him, John stands up and starts to take off my dress. He slowly pulls it off me.Then, he tel