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Another 90 degree day which means ...... as little clothing as possible again today
... fingers getting coated as a result
Random sexual thoughts
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... fingers getting coated as a result
I jurked off to just that thought this morning
While fucking my wife she continued to moan "fuck me Michael "
I'm not Michael.
I came so hard
Sounds like my wife
Saucy_Minx_2_Flirt_With
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Ohhh if only those 4 guys at Starbucks decided to skip the remaining part of their workday and taken me to a hotel instead hmmmmmmm??
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rlaflamme
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Ohhh if only those 4 guys at Starbucks decided to skip the remaining part of their workday and taken me to a hotel instead hmmmmmmm
Had the same thought, but about the women....
Vitriolhack
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Ohhh if only those 4 guys at Starbucks decided to skip the remaining part of their workday and taken me to a hotel instead hmmmmmmm
Can I conclude that you have a fantasy of being passed around?
Vitriolhack
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I never judge about ones sexual habits. It could just mean that when she is single she enjoys having multiple partners and when in a relationship she enjoys the benefits, intimacy and comfort a single cock can bring her.
What others think is not as important as what you think of her. Do you fantasy you wife being a “slut?” Does it turn you on to know she has had multiple partners impaling her? Do you think about it when you have sex with her?
Do you wish to see her being taken by another man?
Ah the mind, it can play tricks on us!
V.
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How many licks does it take to get to the Center of a tootsie roll?
Vitriolhack
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I always wanted to show her how much I loved her in private; she only accepted such offers in public!
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AnalCreampieGiver
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I need a big pair of breasts to oil up and fuck until I cum on her neck, face and all over said breasts 
OlFiddleMan
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I've always secretly longed for a National Holiday of consequence free Ass squeezing.
anniebaby10
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I love the feeling of cum dripping out of my wet pussy onto my thong while I sit at a boring lunch with my mother in law. Makes me happy knowing her son ravished me just an hour ago
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AnalCreampieGiver
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Mmmm.. now I'm thinking about anal creampies
dashie33
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I've always wondered how parents feel about that: sitting at a dinner table with the person you KNOW is having sex with your child.
SunnyC
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So this just happened.
I’ve been up since 3am. It was a long drive to the airport but it was easy at that hour. Dropped off the rental car. Priority check-in since this is one of the rare occasions when I treat myself to business class. I’ve been away from home for a month and I can’t wait to get there.
Through security. My flight doesn’t board for an hour and I need coffee. Starbucks will have to do. The line is long. Two places ahead of me in line is a tall blonde woman within an inch or two of my height. Her hair is straight. She is wearing a tank top and an athletic skirt, all gray. She has an ankh tattooed on her ankle.
I notice that she has really great skin, but I really don’t want to check her out too much. I’m enjoying my wife’s appreciative text messages. Last night I sent her an uncharacteristic selfie from the hot tub of the airbnb I was staying in. We don’t do that sort of thing, but she enjoyed my boldness and I was appreciating her warm replies.
The Starbucks line migrates past the register and everyone congregates around the pick-up window. I look up from my phone and she is waiting against the wall. The instant our eyes meet she looks away. Her face is nice. Serious. Strong. Symmetrical. Completely without ornament.
I pick up my order and wander back to my gate. I find a comfy chair in a quiet part of the waiting area and sip my coffee and eat my croissant.
Within a few moments I look up as she sits down directly across from me. Over the next 30 minutes we don’t make eye contact, but each of us is acutely aware of the other in our peripheral vision. She is in the hottest part of her 30s and I am 54. Surely she has noticed my ring.
My resting expression is notoriously stern, so I smile and make an effort to give a pleasant vibe. We look at each other occasionally, but her expression remains impassive, except when a young boy tries to unplug the monitor near us, and we both laugh.
The boarding process begins and eventually my group is called. I get up to board. There is a flash of disappointment between us. In an instant I decide to hover with those people waiting to board. She gets up two groups later and I maneuver to be near her in the boarding line. She is right behind me.
“So where are you off to today?” I ask her as we move forward.
“Miami,” is her one word reply. She looks like a Florida girl, I think. It occurs to me that she is exactly the type of woman who tries to look plain to mask the fact that she has a stable full of thoroughbred horses, or lots of friends with yachts.
“Are you headed home?” I ask.
“No, I live here. I’m going to visit friends, and for work,” she says. She offers no further conversation.
We walk down the jetway together in silence. We board the aircraft and I turn to enter my seat on the aisle. I look up as she passes me and her stone face has broken; she is looking ahead but smiling broadly. I get myself stowed and seated, and it dawns on me that she figured out my silly ruse, boarding with her group but sitting in business class. She is smart, and clever.
Reading Literotica over the years has given me courage and I hatch a plan. With an hour left in the flight I get up to go to the restroom in the back of the aircraft. I make a show of keeping my balance as I scan left and right to find her. She is in 24F behind the wing and in the window seat. This is my territory when I fly main cabin. She looks up and I flash a suggestive look toward the restroom and back at her. She sees, and looks down in her lap.
Both restrooms are available and I enter the one on the left and close the door but do not slide the latch. The flight attendants are up forward. I wait. What will she do? What will I do? My fantasies are deeply debauched, but my realities are tender, wholesome, and faithful, and I treasure that, yet here I am. After a few minutes I hear the other restroom latch slide shut. Is it her? Does she want me to join her? Reason cuts through my fog of lust and I realize she wouldn’t have locked the door if I was invited.
After a few moments of this I’ve had enough. The moment has passed. I flush for effect and head back to my seat. She is still in her seat staring distantly out the window when I pass her row.
I return to my seat where I am composing this, my first ever Literotica post.
We deplane and I hustle to make my connection, but I stop along the way to get a snack, and when I turn around to continue toward my gate she is right in front of me. We walk close together in silence until she turns toward baggage claim.
My heart is relieved. And broken.
I’ve been up since 3am. It was a long drive to the airport but it was easy at that hour. Dropped off the rental car. Priority check-in since this is one of the rare occasions when I treat myself to business class. I’ve been away from home for a month and I can’t wait to get there.
Through security. My flight doesn’t board for an hour and I need coffee. Starbucks will have to do. The line is long. Two places ahead of me in line is a tall blonde woman within an inch or two of my height. Her hair is straight. She is wearing a tank top and an athletic skirt, all gray. She has an ankh tattooed on her ankle.
I notice that she has really great skin, but I really don’t want to check her out too much. I’m enjoying my wife’s appreciative text messages. Last night I sent her an uncharacteristic selfie from the hot tub of the airbnb I was staying in. We don’t do that sort of thing, but she enjoyed my boldness and I was appreciating her warm replies.
The Starbucks line migrates past the register and everyone congregates around the pick-up window. I look up from my phone and she is waiting against the wall. The instant our eyes meet she looks away. Her face is nice. Serious. Strong. Symmetrical. Completely without ornament.
I pick up my order and wander back to my gate. I find a comfy chair in a quiet part of the waiting area and sip my coffee and eat my croissant.
Within a few moments I look up as she sits down directly across from me. Over the next 30 minutes we don’t make eye contact, but each of us is acutely aware of the other in our peripheral vision. She is in the hottest part of her 30s and I am 54. Surely she has noticed my ring.
My resting expression is notoriously stern, so I smile and make an effort to give a pleasant vibe. We look at each other occasionally, but her expression remains impassive, except when a young boy tries to unplug the monitor near us, and we both laugh.
The boarding process begins and eventually my group is called. I get up to board. There is a flash of disappointment between us. In an instant I decide to hover with those people waiting to board. She gets up two groups later and I maneuver to be near her in the boarding line. She is right behind me.
“So where are you off to today?” I ask her as we move forward.
“Miami,” is her one word reply. She looks like a Florida girl, I think. It occurs to me that she is exactly the type of woman who tries to look plain to mask the fact that she has a stable full of thoroughbred horses, or lots of friends with yachts.
“Are you headed home?” I ask.
“No, I live here. I’m going to visit friends, and for work,” she says. She offers no further conversation.
We walk down the jetway together in silence. We board the aircraft and I turn to enter my seat on the aisle. I look up as she passes me and her stone face has broken; she is looking ahead but smiling broadly. I get myself stowed and seated, and it dawns on me that she figured out my silly ruse, boarding with her group but sitting in business class. She is smart, and clever.
Reading Literotica over the years has given me courage and I hatch a plan. With an hour left in the flight I get up to go to the restroom in the back of the aircraft. I make a show of keeping my balance as I scan left and right to find her. She is in 24F behind the wing and in the window seat. This is my territory when I fly main cabin. She looks up and I flash a suggestive look toward the restroom and back at her. She sees, and looks down in her lap.
Both restrooms are available and I enter the one on the left and close the door but do not slide the latch. The flight attendants are up forward. I wait. What will she do? What will I do? My fantasies are deeply debauched, but my realities are tender, wholesome, and faithful, and I treasure that, yet here I am. After a few minutes I hear the other restroom latch slide shut. Is it her? Does she want me to join her? Reason cuts through my fog of lust and I realize she wouldn’t have locked the door if I was invited.
After a few moments of this I’ve had enough. The moment has passed. I flush for effect and head back to my seat. She is still in her seat staring distantly out the window when I pass her row.
I return to my seat where I am composing this, my first ever Literotica post.
We deplane and I hustle to make my connection, but I stop along the way to get a snack, and when I turn around to continue toward my gate she is right in front of me. We walk close together in silence until she turns toward baggage claim.
My heart is relieved. And broken.
Sweet_Lara
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Will I be able to hold off from kissing him? Where will his hand first touch? Will there be an immediate tingle? 
PapaRomantic
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Will I be able to hold off from kissing him? Where will his hand first touch? Will there be an immediate tingle?
No, arm, yes.......
Answered for you!
lovesexfun
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you spoke my mind here...anyone interested to fulfill it ?
Annatartywife
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Shades of white
Was wondering this morning why guys cum is often different shades of white from others and also from their own 'usual' shade at times too?
Had fun last night with couple of my regular lovers and then Mike did me too when I got home...
I noticed that Peter's cum was really thick and so white last night, much more so than he usually is...
Peaked my interest and Mike's had more of an off white/yellow tinge to it..Unless it looked that way due to the contrast with Peter's (which was still all over my face.)
Probably should know this LOL..To google I go!
Any thoughts??
Was wondering this morning why guys cum is often different shades of white from others and also from their own 'usual' shade at times too?
Had fun last night with couple of my regular lovers and then Mike did me too when I got home...
I noticed that Peter's cum was really thick and so white last night, much more so than he usually is...
Peaked my interest and Mike's had more of an off white/yellow tinge to it..Unless it looked that way due to the contrast with Peter's (which was still all over my face.)
Probably should know this LOL..To google I go!
Any thoughts??
Starling2016
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The exact shade depends on what the man has been eating and drinking also how hydrated he is etc. Hope this helps!
Also affects the taste too ;-)
Annatartywife
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Thanks x
LOL Just been to the library of 'google'...God that could be worrying if you were of a hypochondriac nature!
Never seen orange or pink cum before LOL...
Mike confirms he had a couple of glasses of whisky last night and had a tikka masala curry for tea..Now that's an idea! Spiced cum...yum yum LOL
I can confirm his didn't taste of mild indian spice however. Peter's was very creamy, almost yoghurty for the record!
LookingGlassLicker
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A combination of low-level illness, lack of sleep, and not having an orgasm for about a week gave me an amazing dream.
At a circus, an acrobat does her thing, whatever that's called when they're suspended from long silks. Except she's naked and has clown make-up. A member of the audience (me, wouldn't y'know) is brought out and stood in the center of the ring. Another acrobat stands beside me, stroking my cock as the first descends upside-down and begins to suck me. Unwrapping one leg from the silk she tucks her ankle behind my head and prompts me to lower my mouth to her pussy. So there we are, in a circus tent, surrounded by an audience of hundreds, in a sixty-nine with her hanging from a silk.
At a circus, an acrobat does her thing, whatever that's called when they're suspended from long silks. Except she's naked and has clown make-up. A member of the audience (me, wouldn't y'know
) is brought out and stood in the center of the ring. Another acrobat stands beside me, stroking my cock as the first descends upside-down and begins to suck me. Unwrapping one leg from the silk she tucks her ankle behind my head and prompts me to lower my mouth to her pussy. So there we are, in a circus tent, surrounded by an audience of hundreds, in a sixty-nine with her hanging from a silk.
