Crazy Sexy Milf

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It was a cold, Wednesday night and I was fooling around on the computer, talking to a few people here and there on Yahoo and Msn. A familiar Yahoo messenger window popped up, a male friend named Dustin that went to my high school. He said: Janel, for real, I need some form of relief. That isn’t caused by me. I hesitated as I sat there, staring at what he kept saying. I don’t know. A make-out, a hand job, let me finger, just be touchy… Still, I stared at the screen of my computer, blinking rapidly. For a few seconds, I kept thinking: He knows I can’t, but more asking popped up. Can you at lunch? ‘Cause if you can, we can find us a small spot people won’t be at… I started to feel myself giving in by the time he said something about staying after school. What am I doing? I thought, scratching at my head. I watched a few more things pop up on the conversation. Wanna have sex? I won’t be breaking anything you said you haven’t broken… Finally, I stretched and wiggled at my small, boney fingers, moving over to the keyboard. How am I supposed to know if I broke it or not? It could still be there…I don't wanna huuuurt… It won’t hurt… much… Just slightly at first, but it'll feel great.Much… I sat back, sighing in frustration. I didn’t know now. We may have been two eighteen-year-olds, but that didn’t mean we’d ...

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Every day, as he cycled by, Jordan would look to see if he could see her. He was a 19-year-old student who lived in digs a few streets away. He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to college, but he always made a detour and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the 'perfect woman.'Sometimes, she would be in her garden, on her knees, weeding. Those days he got to see her well proportioned figure, and hear her hum at her work. She had such a lovely voice, he thought. Other times she sat on her porch, with her legs crossed at the ankles, reading, and he could see her legs. Such shapely legs. So desirable to a red-blooded male who was just discovering feminine delights.One Saturday morning Jordan had gone down to the local store when he noticed a familiar form leaning over the counter, busy chatting to the storekeeper. He reckoned she was in her forties, and today she wore a bright red cotton dress with a white belt, and her brown hair was gathered up in a ponytail with a red ribbon. She was the 'Lady' he admired so much. He could hear the familiar voice and longed to be closer, but stayed just out of the way, partway down an aisle, looking on. He just caught the odd snippet of their conversation."...Anyway, as I was saying, Len, my husband, is away for ...

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After several months of sharing OTKman with Banshee, Vixen’s true vampiric nature came out and she decided to keep him all to herself. There were times when he was with her that, while they played and enjoyed their sexual fun, he would tire too soon, she being above human in strength and endurance, and she became jealous sharing. She knew that if OTKman were to join the brotherhood he’d have the strength and stamina to give her what she really wanted and needed. She also knew that if he were a vampire, by joining the brotherhood, she’d have to have the vampire wedlock matrimony ritual preformed on them that night, in order for his and her souls to be bound throughout eternity. She knew that if she didn’t do the ritual that night then, once indoctrinated, he would become too lustfully horny and seek every female he could possibility encounter. In addition, to unleash him out into the world unbetrothed would have all the human females cowering in their beds and the males out for vengeance and wanting to kill him. She didn’t want him to be killed but would rather have him bound to her with the ritual, which would encompass their bodies being bound together at their wrists. Once their wrists were cut, their blood would be united together upon their rapturous wedding night and they’d be forever bound to enjoy the unique pleasures of total bliss as she wished to give him for eternity. She knew she’d have ...

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She lies behind me sleeping peacefully while I stare around the room from the comfort of my pillow. Damn my insomnia. I glance at the posters on the walls in her amazingly stylish room. I wish my room were this awesome. Compared to this my room is tiny, dull, and plain. I still don’t understand why this girl is my friend. We share music tastes, entertainment taste, even random interests. She could become my best friend, though it’s like she’s too good for me. Everyone’s too good for me. She is just simply amazing. Amazing… hmm. I think the word over, not quite knowing if I chose it correctly. She seems… more than that. I can’t put my finger on it. I lie staring at the blackness through one of the windows. The glass is fogged up from cold and I shiver as something tickles at the nape of my neck, warm yet chilling to feel. After the sensation is repeated over I realize that it’s her soft breathing against my skin. Her breaths give me goose bumps as a rush of excitement runs through me. I turn to face my sleeping friend. Her face is wiped of her usual makeup and even with her eyelids closed, they seem big and beautiful. Her lips are pursed, slightly open as she breathes quietly. As I watch her I see her beauty. I've always felt she was stunningly attractive, but now I feel attracted to her completely. I almost cry at how perfect ...

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I get so turned on just thinking about you... would you like it if I were to take off all of my clothes, turn down the lights, light a candle or two, and sit back in this chair exposing my pretty pink pussy to you? Could I maybe stick my finger inside my warm wet mouth to get it all nice and wet, reach down with my hand to gently pull and hold open my pussy lips while my other finger finds its way down to my hard, throbbing little clit to just gently rub circles on top of it… then to plunge itself deep into my pussy for a few deep strokes… and then back up to gently massage my clit? Mmmmmm... yesss... you like that, don't you? Can I fantasize that you are on the floor between my legs, looking up at me with so much desire in your eyes? You want to taste my pussy so bad... your cock is throbbing and hard. "Please let me taste you, baby," I hear you whisper."Yes, baby, oh yes," I whisper back as I look down at you. Slowly, you take your time... teasing my pussy... running your tongue up and down each side of it with the softest touch... "Mmmmm," I moan, lifting my hips up to meet your mouth better. "Oh God, yes, baby. That feels soooo good." Your tongue now finds its way up through my swollen lips to my hard and throbbing clit... you eagerly start licking ...

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Friday night finds me exquisitely awake, every nerve ending alert, craving solace in human company, dying to be touched… And there you are, on the way back from the family gathering, at my door, open and receptive and completely willing to aid a friend in her plight. I haven't seen you for awhile, we drink coffee, recap, exchange stories. I complain about a fortnight without feeling the fullness of a cock inside me. You sympathise, laugh at the tales I tell of the cock-alternatives I use. Playfully I ask you your relationship status, making sure that you're not in a monogamy. Means I'll feel you inside me today. I show what's new in the house since last you visited, among them a tall stool I recently gave a make-over. And you grin. "It’s a fuck chair." I make a show of examining the stool. Casually bend over it, facing you, grasping the footrests. "You think so?" "Turn the other way," you command. "With the chair." My breath catches in my throat. I love it when you tantalize me like this. I bend over the stool, and in an instant your breath is at my neck, your arms on my back, stroking up to my breasts, stroking down over the curve of my stomach. You draw your fingers over my tight ass and down my thighs, pulling my pants off, freeing my legs. You plant them apart, opening me to you. Hands and soft lips stroke and tantalize my ass, my lower ...

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I’m sitting at my desk writing a story, and don’t hear him come in behind me. He creeps up behind me, as I sit there writing, not knowing what he is going to do. Then he lowers himself down and kisses the back of my neck. It sends shivers down my body for the first time that day and I know it will not be the last. I know what he is here for and I’m not about to deny him what he wants. I want the same thing, but I’m not about to let him know it. I’m normally a dominate person, but when it comes to Scott I’m very submissive. Anytime Scott is around I become his little slut and he loves it.I feel him running his hands down my arms. He starts at my shoulder and slowly works his way down. His light touch is driving me wild, his soft kisses on my neck and shoulders are like shockwaves. He lightly rubs my skin and I can feel the passion in his touch. I can’t help it any longer, my hands fall from the keyboard in an instant. I want to turn around and take him right there, but his strong hands dig into my arms and will not let me turn around. So I just sit there and let him massage my arms, and kiss my neck and shoulders. I’m so turned on that my breathing becomes labored. Scott is a very sensual person and loves to ...

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"Well, it looks like I was right all along." Sasha was still smirking triumphantly as she went back to massaging my member, which felt pretty good through the satin of my panties. "You're not a real man at all. You're really much better as a girl. The guys took some convincing, but when they saw how pretty you were all dolled up in lingerie and make-up, they were only too happy when I suggested they make you their little cum bucket. I think the cum-stained look suits you perfectly and I'm sure everyone will agree once these pictures hit the internet!" Strangely, and even more humiliatingly, Sasha's teasing words were doing nothing to abate my arousal, or my lustful desire for the thick, hard meat waving just inches from my lips. She was right, being a girl did make me feel better than I did as a guy. "I know how much you've enjoyed having these guys spill their loads all over your pretty face," Sasha was still teasing. "I know you really loved having Alex's real manly meat right inside those pretty red lips. Don't lie, whore, I can feel how wet you are through these panties. I can tell every little thing that turns you on! God, if I'd known what a natural girly slut you'd make, how easily you would take to it, I'd have done it years ago. Now, I think Alex is dying to release a bit of that pressure, so you'd better get back to ...

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(Taylor Lautner visual inspired by New Moon)It was a bitterly cold, windy, clear winter night. On the outside, it was 30 degrees or lower. I was in my bedroom in my small house. The heater in my house that normally works went and shut down on me. I already felt like I was freezing. I stood by my bedroom window and looked at the luminous full moon in the clear night sky.After looking at the moon, I looked outside and there I saw a werewolf jump through my bedroom window. He was drawn to me and my womanly, voluptuous curves under my red silky nightgown. I turned around as I witnessed the werewolf transform into human. Jacob was tall with short, black hair, deep brown eyes, tanned Native American skin, and a ripped body.He whispered, "I'm drawn to you" as he softly kissed my lips and touched my shoulders. I could taste his warm animal lips heating up mine. He could taste the vanilla ice cream and hot chocolate in my mouth as we kissed. His warm hands caressed the silk of my nightgown. He pulled me close to his warm, half-naked body. I just loved the feel of his body heat. I felt my blood rushing through my body as we got close. We continued to kiss as we maneuvered to my queen-size bed."I want you," he said to me as he kissed down to my neck."I want you too," I moaned.My hands were moving up and down his ...

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For the readers of this story, I know its a little goofy in the beginning but I wrote it for my girlfriend and were both kind of goofy. Plus we are young so we are allowed to be, just thought I should let you know. Hope you enjoy it. You come home finding a large vase of purple orchids sitting on the table. You see two big balloons attached to the vase, both saying "I love you." Sitting behind the vase is Peter and his new buddy, a monkey. You walk over to the flowers reaching for the card. "HI!!!! Lioness, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY. In case you didn't notice the name tag on the monkey his name is Mojojo. I think he and Peter will make great friends when he is not out trying to destroy the world ;). I love you so much and I can't wait to see you later on. Love Master :*." You can't contain your laughter as you read the card, letting the biggest smile come across your face. I move up behind you wrapping my arm over your shoulder turning your face to me. "Hi Lioness, Happy Valentine's Day." I give you a big kiss before you can say anything, shoving my tongue inside your mouth, making you moan against me. "Oh baby you're so cute you know that." "Well, sometimes, but hey if you say so I will take it." I give you another quick kiss as I pull us onto one of ...

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