Here I Go Again
I can't stand being tickled.
"Oh God that was good," the girl says. "I'll be right back, I've got to take a leak."
My name is Deborah, but everyone calls me Debbie. I've been married to my husband Brad going on 11 years. While I do love Brad with all my heart and consider him to be my soulmate, our marriage ran into a slump, especially where our sex life was concerned. Our lovemaking became more and more infrequent, and those few times when we did make love it was strictly missionary, in and out, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. It was over almost as fast as it begun. To say that we needed a change in our marriage, especially in the boudoir, would've been an understatement. Then she came into the picture.
The lights lowered and 6 dancers came out from a side door. The music slowed as the six began a wonderfully erotic dance. It took my breath away as the girls danced a subtle but highly suggestive dance. Their hands wandering all over their bodies as they all but masturbated in front of us. I couldn't ear my eyes away as they got closer to each table, leaving an article of clothing on each one. This was not a simple striptease, no -this was a work of sexual art that had me clenching my thighs together and holding the arms of my chair so I wouldn't reach out and try and touch one of these angels.
"I need a refill," Bill said. "Anyone?"
The family were gathered in the kitchen for breakfast where Seema and Nisha were standing by the worktop chatting away whilst preparing the food. They had their backs to Tahir and Mamood, who were sitting at the breakfast table. Suddenly, Mamood's mobile phone rang its rather irritating tune (so Tahir always thought), and while he got up to take the call in the hallway, Tahir looked over at his wife and daughter.
"Oowwww!" Amanda cried, "Yes!, yes, we want to have sex with each other." She pleaded with him with her eyes not to spank her again.
I nodded and took a sip of my wine.
He showed me some pictures.
"Mmmmm, Hmmmm…" he groaned.
"We're all roommates, and Kimber - the blonde - is taking some classes or something. She has to practice giving enemas and physical exams and things. She really enjoys it. I guess that was too kinky for her boyfriends."
She took a deep breath of the warm summer air, nearly overwhelmed by the cacophony of odors. Among the upsiders, summer evenings in the city are for pleasure. She quickly sifted through smells that most human noses would not pick up, searching for the one that would provide the most satisfaction. She singled it out and tracked its origin. Smiling, she opened her eyes and followed the scent.
Jennifer nodded.
Rebecca nodded. "Yeah I know!"
"Nothing," I replied hastily, still out of breath.
"Damn...we need Steven to do the lift...how else will we know if the routine meets the time requirement," I heard Roxy angrily grunt.
Jennifer had to make her way to the stage often as her panties were quickly loaded with bills as this time she was a bit more accommodating. She played with them even allowing a man in a suit that dropped a ten for her to place his face between her tits as she squeezed them together. Even the fingers that slide one-dollar bills into her panties felt good but what excited her was that he was watching, watching this innocent ex-cheerleader get dirty.
My head was a little light, and I thought about how much wine I'd had. Not enough to account for the way I felt.
Let's start at the beginning; I got this way over time not something you wake up one morning and have thrust upon you! Having always been a bisexual with almost no barriers I am willing to do most anything, short of scat or animals, with anyone that cares to take me home.
"Oh God that was good," the girl says. "I'll be right back, I've got to take a leak."
My name is Deborah, but everyone calls me Debbie. I've been married to my husband Brad going on 11 years. While I do love Brad with all my heart and consider him to be my soulmate, our marriage ran into a slump, especially where our sex life was concerned. Our lovemaking became more and more infrequent, and those few times when we did make love it was strictly missionary, in and out, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. It was over almost as fast as it begun. To say that we needed a change in our marriage, especially in the boudoir, would've been an understatement. Then she came into the picture.
The lights lowered and 6 dancers came out from a side door. The music slowed as the six began a wonderfully erotic dance. It took my breath away as the girls danced a subtle but highly suggestive dance. Their hands wandering all over their bodies as they all but masturbated in front of us. I couldn't ear my eyes away as they got closer to each table, leaving an article of clothing on each one. This was not a simple striptease, no -this was a work of sexual art that had me clenching my thighs together and holding the arms of my chair so I wouldn't reach out and try and touch one of these angels.
"I need a refill," Bill said. "Anyone?"
The family were gathered in the kitchen for breakfast where Seema and Nisha were standing by the worktop chatting away whilst preparing the food. They had their backs to Tahir and Mamood, who were sitting at the breakfast table. Suddenly, Mamood's mobile phone rang its rather irritating tune (so Tahir always thought), and while he got up to take the call in the hallway, Tahir looked over at his wife and daughter.
"Oowwww!" Amanda cried, "Yes!, yes, we want to have sex with each other." She pleaded with him with her eyes not to spank her again.
I nodded and took a sip of my wine.
He showed me some pictures.
"Mmmmm, Hmmmm…" he groaned.
"We're all roommates, and Kimber - the blonde - is taking some classes or something. She has to practice giving enemas and physical exams and things. She really enjoys it. I guess that was too kinky for her boyfriends."
She took a deep breath of the warm summer air, nearly overwhelmed by the cacophony of odors. Among the upsiders, summer evenings in the city are for pleasure. She quickly sifted through smells that most human noses would not pick up, searching for the one that would provide the most satisfaction. She singled it out and tracked its origin. Smiling, she opened her eyes and followed the scent.
Jennifer nodded.
Rebecca nodded. "Yeah I know!"
"Nothing," I replied hastily, still out of breath.
"Damn...we need Steven to do the lift...how else will we know if the routine meets the time requirement," I heard Roxy angrily grunt.
Jennifer had to make her way to the stage often as her panties were quickly loaded with bills as this time she was a bit more accommodating. She played with them even allowing a man in a suit that dropped a ten for her to place his face between her tits as she squeezed them together. Even the fingers that slide one-dollar bills into her panties felt good but what excited her was that he was watching, watching this innocent ex-cheerleader get dirty.
My head was a little light, and I thought about how much wine I'd had. Not enough to account for the way I felt.
Let's start at the beginning; I got this way over time not something you wake up one morning and have thrust upon you! Having always been a bisexual with almost no barriers I am willing to do most anything, short of scat or animals, with anyone that cares to take me home.
posted by Jeffrey Morris @ 11:45 AM
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