NSFW…This is an adult site, so adults only please.
It’s not quite 7a.m. I’m relaxing in bed ‘enjoying’ some photos on my cell a friend just sent me. I can hear the rain as the wind drives it against my windowpane. I can also hear a heavy truck rumbling up the drive. “Oh My God, I forgot!” I jump out of bed and throw on a robe. Dashing thru the kitchen; I gather up a bag, slip into some flip-flops, close my robe, and throw open the door. The wind almost slams it closed, but I push through and head down the rain slick steps. Dashing to the curb with my can, my scrotum feels like a tennis ball bouncing against my legs, the head of my cock flirting with the opening in my robe. I make it just before the truck gets there, the guys laughing like hell. (it’s not the first time they’ve seen this race) As I head back to my house my robe blows open and I half-way hope that my neighbor is looking out her window, but it’s early and she is most likely trying to get her boys ready for school. Safely back inside I return to my photos. But now, I’m thinking of my neighbor too…
🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚 🚚
See Week 166 For More Stories
Sexy Times ~ Warm Feelings ~ Hot Flashes ~ All That
A Masochistic Lesbian Slave
Married Submissive, Exploring the kinky side of life.
The musings and occasional rants of an every day woman trying to make sense of herself and the people around her.
An older couple experience sex, love and life with each other
Having fun with photography.
Post, news, diary... All the world around me, ALL THE WORDS AROUND YOU
Sex Blogger • Lover of Kink, Lingerie, Strong Coffee & Sunshine •
sex, humor, cooking, health.. its how i see the world
musings of a cunty submissive
Love, sex, fantasies and Thoughts
Learning to fuck without fucking up
Give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream
Warning: The sexual content on this site is not suitable for those under 18 years of age.
Be wicked, be sexy or just share your words... Everyone's welcome!
Because a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste...
"What man by worrying can add one cubit to his span of years?"
Finding Freedom and Clarity Through Creativity