A whore is waiting for another whore, wondering if I ll live up to Pierre s desires or, to be more gentle, a whore is waiting for an escort.
If noise pollution is a constant in construction, the arrival of that woman at a certain construction site always managed to impose silence. There was not a single worker who did not stop what they were doing to look at her wide hips filling out a pair of tight jeans. Her blond hair under her helmet flowed straight down to the middle of her back. The dress shirt tucked into her pants further highlighted her slim waist. Her slightly full lips displayed graceful smiles,
I currently have two male roommates, and it wasn't long before they both started teasing me, calling me an "anal slut," as they called me. It's an accurate name, because I really do orgasm in anal. It makes me squirt.Their constant teasing was driving me crazy, and I was becoming increasingly aroused by the degradation. I think for some reason, it's so arousing. The three of us were on the living room couch, and I started to get the feeling they both wanted to fuck me together. I upped my flirting game and started asking my roommate how he liked his first anal experience.
My name is Anna. I'm from Rio, Brazil. I'm a brunette with black hair and eyes, I'm 1.60m tall, and I have delicate features that make me look younger. I've always been thin; I was very frail as a child, and now at 25 I'm slender and have a defined waist. I don't have large breasts, but I have a pert and round bottom to compensate.One day I skipped school with a classmate who, according to him, was really cool and good in bed. Since I was horny, I decided to give him a chance. He knew his house would be empty that morning, so we made an effort and skipped school.
Andressa sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her silk nightgown. The room was bathed in a sensual twilight, the moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains. The air smelled of jasmine, a fragrance that always calmed her, but that night, not even the familiar scent could dispel the anxiety that consumed her. Marcos, her husband, was in the bathroom, the sound of running water in the sink echoing down the hallway. She took a deep breath, trying to find the courage for the words she had wanted to say for so long.When Marcos finally emerged from the bathroom, drying his hands with a towel, Andressa looked up, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. He smiled, as he always did, and sat down beside her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “What’s wrong, love? You seem so serious today.”Andressa bit her lower lip, feeling her heart race. “Marcos… I… I need to tell you something. Something I’ve been keeping to myself for a long time.”
The best thing about reporting my experiences here is that I end up being able to combine two pleasures that I enjoy in life: writing and sleeping with other people's wives. Since I started posting my stories, I've received a lot of emails. Some from people who wish they had had the same experience, some from people who had a similar story,
I've always enjoyed exhibitionism and voyeurism, but I've never been open enough to another man to really talk to him before my husband. We have great chemistry in every way.However, my fetish is limited to women. I have no desire to have a threesome or have sex with another woman, but the idea of being watched by another woman and observing her has always fascinated me. I told him I wanted to make love with another woman watching, but without her directly participating, to take a shower together—in short, to have a friend to share glances and admiration with in a more intimate way. He said this required extreme trust from the person I invited to avoid unnecessary exposure. I agreed.
Back when Markus, my wife Maria Teresa, and I were still just dating, we often went out with another couple, friends of ours, to have fun. We were always together at dances, parties, and other events in the small town in the interior of São Paulo. In fact, this girl, named Izabel, was my girlfriend's cousin, and the boy, Almir, was a neighbor. Izabel was a tall, fair-skinned brunette with straight black hair and a wonderful body. Knowing her attributes, she liked to wear shorter or tighter clothes to highlight her beautiful feminine features, such as skirts that showed off her plump, beautiful thighs, and dresses that showed off a small waist but ultimately highlighted her magnificent butt.