It was boring…damn it was boring. I’d been a college professor, for God’s sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing
I was dating a fine woman. She was in her 40’s working woman that had a freaky side. What I would soon find out is her 18 year old daughter had the same genes. Liz, my girlfriend, was gonna be working all day and because we had a little sleep over the night before I told her that I’d be here at her house when she got home from work.
On Friday afternoon, I decided to surprise my wife by stopping by her classroom. Kim and I have been married for six years. She has been everything I every wanted.
Professor Daren was sweating. Karla had come to class dressed completely inappropriately again, and he was having the worst time trying to hide the tent in his pants.
Professor Daren was sweating. Karla had come to class dressed completely inappropriately again, and he was having the worst time trying to hide the tent in his pants.
The beautiful young woman is sitting on a park bench watching people dancing around the pool in the luxurious mansion where she and her husband have been invited. However, she feels out of place in that environment where beautiful women show off their bodies in skimpy bikinis and beautiful male specimens pair them up. Her name is Bianca and she has been married for two years.
The heat wasn't coming from the street. I could have sworn the blazing sun outside, baking the asphalt and making the air shiver, was just a side effect. The true hell was inside me, a low, constant oven that burned in the pit of my stomach and spread to my groin, a throbbing, delicious weight that made it impossible to think of anything else.
I'm Ruan, 22 years old, 6'2", 183 lbs., white, and blue eyes. I've been dating a beautiful girl for 3 years. I'm studying engineering. I'll tell you something special about me, lol: I'm simply horny, but very horny for old men. I can't see an old man without getting a hard-on.
I’d been dating Mei for about four months when it happened. She’s 24, born in Shanghai but grew up here, petite with silky black hair down to her waist, soft almond eyes, and that quiet shyness that always drove me crazy. We’d fooled around plenty: long make-out sessions on my couch, my hands under her skirt, her grinding on my lap until we were both breathless. But every time things got really heated, she’d stop me just before I could slide inside her. She was traditional in some ways, wanted to take it slow, and I respected that, even if it left me aching
It was a quiet Thursday evening in early December, and for once the apartment was completely mine. My roommate had gone to visit her family for the weekend, and I had the whole place to myself until Sunday. I’m 25, single after a messy breakup a few months ago, and lately I’d been craving touch more than ever. The kind of deep, aching need that keeps you restless at night.