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His heart was broken by the rejection from his one true love and now, a possible way surfaced for him to grow out of that pain. There was no thinking twice. He accepted the proposal and now, he's about to marry the only child of a business tycoon except, she's no ordinary person.

Twenty-three-year-old Harieth Gryffin was a woman dazzled by the materialistic features of this world. A total opposite to his first love. A living epitome of your typical blonde heiress. Shopaholic, carefree, sassy and child-like attitude. A date was fixed and the media fully informed but it seems the Gryffins are up to something a little sinister behind the cameras....read more

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I had sensed that there was chemistry between us earlier. But, the longer we were at the bistro, the more charmed I was by this gorgeous woman. And the more she charmed me, the more I appreciated just how sexy she was.

Our lips are still together; neither of us has moved or made a move. Encouraged by the bottle of wine we’d shared earlier in the evening; I press my mouth very slightly into hers. My question becomes a plea. Please, Stacy, open up and let me in. I want you. Bleep, I want you.

Ecstatic, I feel a response. My lips are prised apart as she slips her tongue into my mouth. She’s firm, wet, eager. I enjoy the novelty of its presence, pleased that a part of Stacy is inside me. Ready for our dating to turn into hot sex.

There’s a playfulness about the way she searches for my tongue before she pushes on, encouraging me to suck it, which I realise I’m doing, pulling her further into my throat.....readmore

This time last year, I was in a terrible place. I was going through a period of intense sadness. Broke, post-break-up, feeling worthless: you probably know the drill. I think even the most optimistic among us hit these pockets of sadness every once in a while, but for me this one felt deeper than the funks I’d fallen into before. I wasn’t just unhappy, I was adrift. I’d lost my mojo. My self-worth. A good friend tried to help me out of the pit by setting me up with one of her friends, but the day after the date I cried on her because it had gone so badly. He’d been really keen, but I couldn’t meet him in that place. When he tried to kiss me at the end of the date I couldn’t do anything other than take a step backwards and shake my head. He must have thought I was so rude! I didn’t say ‘no’, or explain why I didn’t want to kiss him—I didn’t even know why. He was stunning. I just shook my head, choked with tears, unable to understand why this fabulous man might want me.

In truth, my body just wasn’t responding to him. I knew it wasn’t his fault—he was charming, sexy, respectful. The perfect gentleman. And yet for some reason I just couldn’t see myself stripping off and taking him to bed. That felt like such an impossible thing to do.

I expected my friend to hold me, which she did, and tell me comforting things about how it would get better, and she did that too, but what I hadn’t expected was what she did next…

She bought me a mirror.

A huge, ornate, beautiful mirror which arrived at my house a few days after I’d wept on her shoulder. She’d included a note:

Put this somewhere you will see it every day. Make yourself look into it. Every day. Clothed, naked, however you like: try to see your body, your face, your beautiful self. I promise you that in a few months’ time, you’ll see what the rest of us see—and you’ll realise you love it....READMORE

He sat on the hotel bed, feet planted on the ground, blindfold carefully in place.

He knew she was there, but his breathing was still slow and even. Strange how he could look so meditative with his cock bobbing in front of him, so needy, she couldn’t help stating the obvious.

“Oh, you are so hard.” She drifted closer. “What’s got you so hard?” Before he could react, she moved in again, a little faster, to make sure he caught the breeze of her motion. He followed it, a bit distracted, but she was gone again.

“Tell me?” she asked.

It was addicting to watch the way he reacted. That even her voice could make goosebumps break out over his flesh. She was tempted to run her tongue over his shoulder. To feel the change in the texture of his skin.

“Will you tell me?” she repeated. “What have you been thinking about that has you so turned on?”

He huffed out a little laugh. “You.”

“What about me?” she pushed. He...read more

After some amazing love and sex we had, I had to undergo a trauma of breakup, when she said she loves another guy. I moved on with a succesfull career and life. One fine I receive a text abroad asking you there, after an hour I a call and I realise it's my ex. Soon am excited to hear from since she is still my first love. She apologises how sorry she has been and says she is coming back to india. And the day she arrives we soon meet up. And wow she did put on lil weight and quite chubby too. Soon we meet up kiss. One day she decides to stay with me at my home. And she comes, home soon we talk a lot of things....read more

He sat on the hotel bed, feet planted on the ground, blindfold carefully in place.

He knew she was there, but his breathing was still slow and even. Strange how he could look so meditative with his cock bobbing in front of him, so needy, she couldn’t help stating the obvious.

“Oh, you are so hard.” She drifted closer. “What’s got you so hard?” Before he could react, she moved in again, a little faster, to make sure he caught the breeze of her motion. He followed it, a bit distracted, but she was gone again.

“Tell me?” she asked.

It was addicting to watch the way he reacted. That even her voice could make goosebumps break out over his flesh. She was tempted to run her tongue over his shoulder. To feel the change in the texture of his skin.

“Will you tell me?” she repeated. “What have you been thinking about that has you so turned on?”

He huffed out a little laugh. “You.”

“What about me?” she pushed. He.........read more

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Due to medical advances, people with HIV who have access to quality healthcare and receive appropriate treatment rarely develop AIDS, or stage 3 HIV....read more

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I remember some of her most outrageous orgasms were had when I had my fingers up her and my tongue on her clit… and when I go down and discover she’s as sweet as ever and lightly coated in my precum, too… I nearly lose it as she writhes, pants and clutches my fingers, over and over, her endless orgasms torturous for us both.

When I woke up this morning, I thought nothing about this weekend would truly delight me, but witnessing her violent orgasm, as she finally spurts, too…

God damn, I’m in heaven.

She reaches down to feel it and I’m gone. Totally done for.

We may as well go for it now. Even if they walked in wondering where we’d got to, I wouldn’t give a Bleep. It’d be obvious to everyone she’s mine and I’m hers and they’d have to get the Bleep out.....read more

Now half-dressed and still wearing one shoe, she looked at me and said “You own me a quality pair of panties bitch”. She was wearing tight knit black fishnet stockings with a purple tank top. She had a Bleep ya hot pair of purple panties on too. Marina had healthy handful sized pointy tits with naturally puffy nipples. Her anger swelled boobs made the purple low-cut tank top an extra fucking special site.Seeing each other naked or in various stages of UnCloth was fairly routine, after all we did share a home and had “for real” respect for each other. Win win as far as I was concerned.

I could hear her swearing under her breath, still walking around with one shoe on. A moment later she was standing right in front of me and said "where is my fucking shoe?". To be an asshole I kept eye contact with her as I shoved the pretty white shoe that she through at me into the crack of the couch. I responded with "I don't fucking know, you through it at me cra cra bitch". She was holding a bottle of some Katy Perry perfume in her hand. I guess she didn’t like my response and tossed Katy Perry extra fucking hard right on my foot. "Bleep you He-Man" she said and walked away, still with one shoe on....read more

After I regained my bearings, Ken pushed me to my knees and spanked me again before spreading my ass to lick up all the juice I had leaked from cumming so hard. He teased my clit with his tongue, nearly sending me into another spasm, before entering me again. He bleeped me for all of 10 seconds before I lost myself in another wave of intense pleasure, and came all over him again. Halfway through my orgasm he pulled out and shot his load all over my back. We collapsed onto the bed together, breathing heavily, completely disoriented by the intense sex we just had. He took my hand in his and I leaned over to place a light kiss on his lips.

I then checked the time on my phone and realized our thirty minutes were up, Sarah was supposed to be arriving back right about then! He picked me up and gingerly carried me to the shower, where he sudsed me up and gave me a mini back massage as the warm water ran over us. We enjoyed one last make-out before he handed me a towel and we got out, just as Sarah walked in the front door. I threw my clothes back on and went out to greet her, unsure how she would react. She hugged me and whispered seductively in my ear... "So you bleeped my husband, did you.....READ MORE

I slid my hand down into Jacob's shorts and under the elastic of his underwear waistband, wrapping my hand around his burning hot cock and continued to stroke him. He was moaning, now able to be more vocal. He made great noises, something that also gets me very turned on although I really didn't need the help at this point, feeling how wet I was down there. I told him to help me slide his shorts down and between the two of us we awkwardly got them to his knees.

I moved up onto my knees sideways, lowering my head into his lap and took him in my mouth again. He was really moaning now and I could even feel his cock twitching....read more