Many a night she’d call when she got off work at midnight, and asked if she could come over. She worked at a nationally known electronics factory on the far side of our city. It took her nearly an hour to drive to my place from work. Kissy was a gentle lover that liked to be screwed slow and easy. That is, until she was about to cum. Then she went wild. While she was cuming, all I had to do was hug her tight and hang on for the ride. She did the rest. Riding Kissy while she came was as close to a sexual thrill ride as I’ve ever had. Mechanical rodeo bulls had nothing on this little gal’s ride.

Late one night, I sat awake on messenger... thinking out a sex laden story to write when her screen name blinked to life. I went to log out but she messaged me, her husband wasn't home and she felt lonely. I looked at my sleeping husband and then replied, asking if she needed a bed time story. She said yes, I wove a deeply involving story that was smutty just for her, using the characters that drove her wild. As I described the sensation of a touch the man did to the heroine, I would touch myself. Before too long, her typing got erratic, a sign I knew meant she was climaxing. She stopped responding to the story for a few minutes then thanked me for the writing.. she could sleep now.When she started dropping by without calling, I, reluctantly, came to the conclusion I had to do something rather drastic to cool Kissy Kat's ardor. I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was giving me no other choice. I sat there unable to answer her because this had never happened to me before, I was unsure of how to answer her. I considered hanging up the phone right then and there because the shame I was feeling was multiplied by the thought that I had never done anything sexual before and here I was with a hair trigger and I hadn’t touched it. There was the awkward silence that both of us had fought so hard to avoid in all of our conversations. I took a deep breath and answered her “Yes I did and I didn’t mean to I just got so excited because you are the first girl to ever tell me something like that.” She giggled like a little school girl until I asked her to stop it. She giggled some more and asked me why she should. I told her that the giggling was bringing down my self-esteem because not only was I still a virgin but I seemed to have a hair trigger when it came to things like that. She started taking deep breaths to calm her breathing down until she was able to talk. Our conversations continued like that up until my sixteenth birthday, that was the day that I would get the phone call that would change my teenage life. I had the phone by my side that night because at school Christy had pulled me aside and said she was calling that night and had something very important to tell me. I kept on questioning her every time I saw her and she wouldn’t relent on telling me to wait until later. Years passed, we kept in touch and I would visit when her husband wasn't home. He hated me with a passion, I was a threat in his eyes. I wanted to be a threat, I wanted her for myself and be the man she needed but.. I wasn't a man. I was just the sweet fat girl who wore men's clothes. The final visit was in May, I came to tell her I was moving away to get married. I couldn't forget the look in her beautiful eyes as the news hit her. She clung to me, begging me not to abandon her. I told her how I felt and she got stiff, she looked away as she told me she could never be a lesbian. I kissed her hand and left, I ran from her new house to my mother's, not stopping and crying the whole way. I moved to the new state and immersed myself fully in being the wife to my husband. He knew how I felt for her, never did he fault me. Belinda put her hand up under her skirt, she was sopping wet at this stage, and only viewing his magnificence had caused this, she wondered if it would hurt like her first had. However she’d be in the chair so to speak, take her time, nice and slow. If it got the better of her, she’d only to get up and leave who’d say anything, definitely not Bert, at least she’d have been brave enough to attempt it.

Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel Oh my God I won!" Stephanie screamed as she began jumping up and down, she had won a "free everything for life" contest, and as a 20 year old college athlete, it meant that she could finally afford all of the clothing brands, healthy food, and various items she wanted. "I'm going to go get this" she said out loud to her empty apartment, she opened the door to her room and walked out, before stopping to admire herself in the mirror, admiring her toned thighs and firm butt, her thin stomach and healthy b cup breasts. Decisive Needs” was an old peoples nursing home, just outside town, Belinda had worked there since she was 17, working her way up to now matron at 22. Sitting in her office one day she pondered over her eleven male patients, the youngest being 72 with old Bert the oldest at 94, they were all a good crowd, in all there were 34 patients at the home. Belinda was going through the staff rota, noting that no one had been allocated for the bathing of patients for that night or the following week, Mary would be away on her annual holiday, it looked as if she herself would have to stand in on administering the chore.It is 100 years in the future. Nothing really new or advanced came around so society is about the same in both. In the fat society, the standard of beauty changed and the minimum weight recorded was about 500 pounds. The fatter, the more beautiful. This is where our story will probably begin. Belinda never replied, and by no means altering her pace, she sensed the erection becoming firmer by the minute. As Steph walks in she is greeted by several large women, congratulating her on the award, but as soon as she signed for the award, she had a different plan in mind than the one she had before. Stephanie immediately drove to the nearest fast food joint. Since then I've been with older women ages 37-38-46-48-51-55 best sex ever true addiction: Darklover About 1:15 AM, I stirred to the sound of her opening my door. The light of a full moon was streaming in my bedroom window. It bathed the entire room in soft light. Without moving, I watched Kissy slowly strip. She was such a lovely creature in that soft light. Her young sizable tits showed little sign of sagging. Her belly and ass had enough fat to make her soft, cuddly, and nicely rounded.

It was moments before there was any movement from the old fella, but he looked up with a twinkle in he’s old eyes.This wasn’t helping her that much, she’d already accepted that she’d partake in her own sexual activities from now on, at the nursing home she’d have a more than willing cliental, they might be old, but they’d be more than willing going by Bert’s action. Belinda reached across once more rinsing the soap with a soft sponge; Bert could only but gasp as the outer sensations of the rough sponge was dragged along the sides his shaft. After taking a piss, I returned to my bedroom. Kissy was still laying naked with her legs spread. “Beautiful! Hold on! Don’t move! There’s more to cum.” I told her again. This is a story about how I lost my virginity. All names and such have been changed to protect identities. She was nearly there, it was getting easier by the minute, she’d only wished she had Bert’s viewpoint, it must be a wonderful sight, she could feel the drag on her pussy lips each and every time she lifted. How could a man of his age be so hard, the feeling was sensational? Her size and weight was getting the better of her, she couldn’t stop now what if he went soft on her, she’d never forgive herself. I was just groomed well in manners and had powerful women in my life.So it didn't take long on the phone ad to finally get some messages and (Beth false name for story) left a sweet down to earth message on wanting to talk with me.She sounded nice and real not like some women who only tease on the line or the ones that just want to be no fun and complain.