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The School Reunion By Paul Garland A No Angels Erotic Novel All rights reserved by the Author. Contents copyright 2018 © Paul Garland and Cerulean Publishing This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 My wife Claire is a pretty little thing. Even after ten years of marriage, she’s still as cute as she was when I first met her. Her shoulder-length blonde hair still has the same lustre and her green eyes still have the same mischievous sparkle that drew me to her that night when I met her in our first year at college. She’s no longer the slim and petite type that she was, but I love her fuller figure now; her curvy hips and butt and her considerably bigger 38DD breasts are the icing on the cake. Claire doesn’t have a supermod
It was the summer after graduation and my boyfriend at the time Todd was heading off to college for the fall and I became very lonely and depressed at the time. I stayed in the house for a few weeks and barely talked to any of my friends. I was so lonely and bored and just wanted to get my mind off of Todd and how he’s prob gonna be fucking every sexy blonde that looks like me while he’s there. I knew I had to get out of the house before I went crazy lol. That’s when Labor Day weekend came and I decided to take my girlfriend up on her offer to go out to a party with her. I had been stuck in the house for weeks and besides I needed something to take my mind of off things and Todd. When she came over to pick me up she told me she had a surprise guy she wanted to fix up me. I was nervous and excited at the same time. It had been so long since I had been fucked and I couldn’t help but think about Todd and all the girls he was probably fucking while off at school. I wanted to ha
I've arranged a surprise for your birthday and pick you up from your house at 8 o'clock. You look absolutely stunning, dressed in a flimsy white sleeveless blouse, knee-length blue denim skirt and long black knee-length heeled boots and black stockings. WOW! I can feel my cock stirring in my trousers already! We kiss as soon as you I’ve recovered from my daze of your beauty, our tongues seeking out each others, your arms round my back, my hands on your cheeks. You are such wonderful kisser and, together with the scent of your lovely perfume, you have already got me so turned on and you can feel my erection pressing against you through your skirt! Unfortunately, we do have to go so we walk hand in hand to my car, me holding your door open for you to get in, you flashing me a glimpse of your stocking tops as sit down mmmmm such awesome sexy legs!!! Next to the train station, it’s so hard for me to concentrate on driving as I can’t keep my eyes off you! Luckily, it’s not far and
Chapter 2 The following morning, Claire was already up when I woke. I went downstairs and found her at the kitchen table with a piece of paper in her hand. “Good morning,” I said, stretching before making myself a drink. “Do you want a coffee?” “Yes, okay,” she said, absentmindedly. She was staring at the note. “What’s that?” I asked, as I sat next to her with two coffees in hand. “Just a note that I found in your pocket.” She passed it to me. “Care to explain?” The note was her mobile number and a short message: Call me tomorrow if you want to talk xxx Steph. “Shit,” I said. Steph must have put it into my pocket when I kissed her cheek and she hugged me. That was probably what she whispered in my ear, to call her. “I felt ill and she was checking I was okay. We got talking and made friends and I guess-” “Women don’t give men their mobile numbers because they’ve made friends.” Claire pouted again. “What’s going on
Original Story With Nice Pics/GIFs is HERE (Caution NSFW Images) https://imgur.com/ZvYMGHR I am a flight attendant for a major US Airline but you wouldn't know from your flight with me that I am an addicted exhibitionist. Simply put, I enjoy dancing and stripping nude and then masturbating to orgasm while men watch. It's my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself - my real life fantasy acted out. As a flight attendant, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me, whether it's for a male flight attendant on my crew, someone I meet at my layover hotel or even as wild as entertaining in the cockpit on a long all-nighter to Europe. I think men like the idea of a sexy stewardess getting naked so my outfit of choice is my actual flight attendant uniform. I feel sexy wearing it in the airport with my black heels and a shorter than normal skirt and on the airplane attracting men’s glances with an extra blouse button undone. But it's pure exh
The first week at my new job had come to a close on Friday at six pm. I was grateful to Mr Brown for employing me at his factory after I was fired from my previous job four months ago for taking a day off on my ex-girlfriend’s birthday without permission. I was apprehensive about doing it, but she said that I didn’t love her if I didn’t do it. The stupid cow broke up with me after I lost that job. The prior boss had fired me for theft. Two dismissals in a year and being unemployed for four months had made me clean up my act and had put me off girls. I wanted to meet a milf for sex. Ross called me at ten and asked if I was ready. He rolled up at my house half an hour later in a Mustang. The boy had swag and taste in cars. “You’re ready to go get some whores?” he asked. He didn’t have respect when talking about women, but he had no problems bedding them. Whenever we went out, he would hook up with a woman in a matter of minutes of arriving, leaving me by myself. I
The School Reunion (c) Paul Garland http://www.allmylinks.com/eroticapaul Chapter 3 Again, in the morning, things felt relatively normal. During the morning though, Claire took her phone into the bathroom with her and was careful not to leave it lying around, which was unusual, but of course I knew why. I always go to see my mother on Sundays, sometimes with Claire and sometimes without and today was a ‘just me’ day. I left Claire sitting in the back garden enjoying the warm sun while I headed out but as soon as I got in the car, I called Steph to see when we could chat. “I’m free now, if you want to stop by?” she offered and I said yes. She gave me her address and it turned out that her house wasn’t too far out of the way, so just a few minutes later, I pulled up outside and she was there to meet me at the door with a coffee and a warm smile. “How are you?” I said as I looked around the nicely presented hallway and living room. “I’m good, thank
Although I prefer the more "fruity" drinks, (I don't really like the taste of alcohol) I drink to get impaired. So I don't mind doing "shots" or just guzzling the alcohol to reach my goal. That being said, I don't really have a "favorite drink." However, liquor releases my "inhibitions." The "best sex" I ever had was after a 4 LOKO and a "Slurpee" cup full of a blended mix of a LOT of vodka, fruit concentrate, and frozen fruit. Both my SO and I were FAR beyond "drunk." (We know to stay hydrated to avoid feeling sick) We turned off the TV and retired of to bed. Before I could get my robe off, she pushed me down on the foot of the bed and started furiously felating me. It should be noted, I'm a "lover" not a "fighter," so I am (usually) turned-off by violence. (Dominance) I am fueled by "desire," dominance, is the opposite. However, I was (Heavily) impaired. I didn't care. I wanted her and I wanted her NOW. After some sort of drunken "wrestling" manuver, I had her pinned
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I remember, don't worry, how could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met… the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me (Phil Collins – In the Air Tonight) Moran’s heart was racing, both because the remnants of a spoiled orgasm ravaged her body, and because she was seconds from having her weekend leave revoked. She let out an involuntary soft moan as her body finished unloading, the drain fighting for its life to deal with her thick outpour. Mor blinked a couple of times, it took her a moment to understand what she was looking at. She made a step towards Moran, still keeping a meter between them. The commander au
It’s midday. Lo’s in the bed, naked. “Come here, Daddy, and fuck me,” she says. I get naked and slide into her. “You’re so wet,” I say. “I just jilled it.” As I’m inside her with her legs spread, she says, “You know, all the blinds are open and all the neighbors can see us.” “Do you want me to shut them?” “No!” she says, “I was telling you so that you’d fuck me like a pornstar.” “You are a pornstar. My pornstar.” “Not just yours.” “What did you jill it to?” “Get behind me and I’ll tell you.” She gets on all fours, facing the open windows, and I mount her from behind. “That’s it,” she says. “I jilled it to the thought of yesterday at the beach.” “Which part?” “Watching the girls in their thongs.” Before she can say anymore, the image of her masturbating in the car, her legs up on the dashboard, watching two girls wearing skimpy bikinis splashing about before her as Lo intentl
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