Erotic Confessions: True Anonymous Stories About Love, Lust And Luxury (True Erotic Confessions Book 2)

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So, i dated a woman for 5 years and last summer our relationship came to a painful end. I found out that she had cheated on me with a guy she worked with. We arranged to meet at a large supermarket for coffee to get to know each other a bit before the hoped-for encounter—well at least hoped for on my part. This time we tried all manner of positions with Linda riding me, and me taking her doggie fashion, and both of us having a fantastic time before I came again and she squirted over me. I was browsing stories here and read about a guy who enjoyed a Hilton experience. I thought I would share a ploy I have when I travel and stay in hotels. I am 19 and work in a brand name coffee shop to help pay bills. I have been giving oral sex to my boss in his car for about 3 months a few times a week or so. He is in his 30's and married. At first I was doing it to get the best shifts and to get raises and a bonus here or there.

She would sunbath and swim a good part of the weekend and we would take boat rides and she was totally nude. She had beautiful breasts with large nipples, a nice figure and a small strip of hair on her large pussy lips. I’d been married for 30 years, I won’t say happily, and in a really low place with no sex life to speak of and wanting to see what was out there. My wife was the only women that I’d had sex with to that point, but it had become infrequent and very vanilla and boring when it did happen. Years later, my friend grew up believing she was a lesbian but is now in a straight relationship. She and I have traveled our sexual awakening together, from nudity, to giving blowjobs to unworthy boys, to lesbian sex with each other. We walked out of college with sexual awareness but sexual immaturity. At my company a position opened up in another department. The job description I felt was something I could do, and they required a degree in economics, finance or accounting. And I felt it had to be more interesting than working in GL. I applied, the only internal candidate. The HR director told me my aptitudes weren't a good fit, warned me that I was flirting with failure. The girls in the bathroom told me he, the boss I would work for, had a reputation for being touchy with the girls. It seems that everyone has a high adrenaline sexual history. What about us girls who never got laid in high school, worked from the time we were sixteen, went to a small no name college and work in a small family owned company? The guys we meet are either married, or carry so much baggage, or it's pretty obvious why they don't have a wife or girlfriend. Why should we be the ones to touch those toads?We started dating "secretely" and I never told anyone. When the pool would close we would go and make out in the engine room. One thing lead to another and we started exchanging blow jobs. It was an amazing rush. I got up to go to the kitchen, and a couple minutes later she comes in behind me. I was washing a couple dishes, then when i turned around, she was standing there. Something was different, so i looked a little closer. I could see that she was no longer wearing her bra, and her nipples were clearly poking out under the thin fabric. Once we got over the niceties and got into the action Linda was really having a great time as we took turns with her pussy and her mouth and spit-roasted her for what seemed like hours. Both he and I came more than once and Linda took our sperm into both her pussy and mouth with equal pleasure. She did. Giving me a good look at her 70 year old body, then turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Once inside, Linda’s lips met mine and we were kissing each other with a passion and holding each other in a very tight clinch. My sister and I are ten years apart. Do do some unfortunate circumstances we were both left on our own shortly after My second birthday. So she's always been the only real mother figure I've ever had, as well as an older sister. I was never attracted to any other guys until I met him. There was a sexual tension between us that was pallatable and he was so nice and attentive. September came and the campgroung closed for the season and I never heard or saw him again. This guy was very good looking and single. I could tell he had not been with a woman for a long time and the sex lasted well into the night. It had been a long time since I had "hotel sex" although I felt guilty, this guy was scratching that itch and filling up that large void.After a number of weeks, Linda told me that her friend who owned the house had asked if we would mind him coming along to watch and perhaps even join in. I certainly didn’t mind this was even more new experience and excitement and I could not wait. Being around him did things to me that I swore I would never do. I hated the way the office cleaning staff cleaned his office. I kept Windex and gloves and a small vacuum in my office and I went in early and I cleaned his office. I know he likes his coffee a little strong. I made his coffee before anyone else messed up the pot. I brought to work a cup and saucer, to serve him his coffee in the morning. I sat beside him at his desk while he had his morning coffee and listened to his stories, tales of greater things. Yes, if I could have slipped off the chair to sit on the floor beside him, with my head in his lap listening to the wisdom of the ages, I would have done that. But work decorum stood in the way. So I started chatting him up and he was actually a very nice guy ! He told me that he was bi and just curious and was afraid to meet. I showed him a fake picture so he wouldn't recognize me in the elevators as I was a bit apprehensive as he was my neighbour. We adjourned for a much-needed cup of tea before returning once more to the bedroom to carry on where we had left off.

I was a smooth 16 year old boy in the 70's and I was totally infatuatued by the lifeguard at the campground. He was 18, wore a red speedo, had hairy manly legs and a perfect happy trail on his stomach. He was tone, tan and friendly with me. Well I hung out at the pool every day as we would chat endlessly and I could not get enough of him.I don't know why I stayed, but I couldn't take my eyes off them for the next 30 minutes. Even when she was able to take a breath and ask them to take it easier on her. I stayed just long enough to see the second guy come, and decided to make my exit.