Vintage erotic dreams

I am sitting against a large tree reading a newspaper.
A nice looking 30-something guy walks toward me. I
move my right leg up, which pulls the material of my
cut-offs away from my left thigh. Instantly I feel
the heat from the sun directly on my slit. I watch
the guy as he gets close through a little hole I put
in the newspaper. He stops in front of me. His eyes
are looking between my legs. I look down to see how
much of it he is looking at. When I look back up, he
is running down the street, trying to flag down a police
car that is parked at the corner. I flee. My heart
is pounding in my chest.

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Mother Maggie a Cougar On the Prowl

Margot Covington was a wealthy widow in her late 40s. She was of Filipino-American decent, golden-brown skinned, and raven hair all packed into a slender, muscular frame of about 115 lbs and petite 5’1”. Her phenomenal but small figure was the result of intense, regular workouts which had become her daily coping mechanism following the death of her husband. Margot enjoyed working out, it made her feel powerful and she became a bit of a health fanatic. Her husband had been a crypto investor in the early days of the fledgling enterprise and amassed a sizeable fortune before his untimely death in motorcycle crash out in California.

After the death of her late husband, and her son Bryon moved to Vienna, Virginia to be closer to family and to ensure Bryson was in the best schools. She became depressed and threw all of her energy into fitness and education. She earned two Master’s degrees one Mechanical Engineering and another in Business Finance. Margot never dated, but instead focused on raising her son Bryson and staying busy. Margot didn’t swear off sex, but found between working out, managing her newly acquired assets, and raising her son she had little time for the distractions and complications romance would have brought into her life. Margot frequently had men hit on her and make sexual advances, but she was always careful to keep them at a distance for her son’s sake and to stave off any gold diggers in search of a quick payday. She had needs like any woman, but she chose to pleasure herself through masturbation, toys, literature, and eventually porn.

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Sex with a brunette

Dissy was (and still is) a pretty brunette with gray eyes, an
appealing, healthy body and an irrepressible sense of fun. She had
just recently finished her dissertation and gotten her degree, and was
working part-time for a trade association while she evaluated her
career options. She was currently mulling over a sales position. Even
if that wasn’t what she had planned to do when she grew up, she was a
natural — everyone who knew her agreed to that.

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Obsessed with big boobs

I’ve always been fascinated with women’s breasts. A nice ass, long legs and pretty face can always get my motor running but nothing works better for me than a tight top with lots of cleavage. In fact it’s seeing them encased in a bra, camisole or low cut shirt that excites me more than just a naked set of big tits. I constantly wonder what my cock would feel like between each set I see. I wonder what they would feel like in my hands and I want to see my seed covering them. I’d rather cum on a woman’s tits than any other part of their body which I’m know frustrates my wife sometimes.

I have been with the same woman for a long time and my wife has what most people would consider average size breasts. She knows I love breasts and she has certainly caught me on more than one occasion staring at other woman’s tits. I’ve tried many times to cum on my wife while she is still wearing her shirt but she always protested against it claiming that she had just washed it. I always feel that our sex is planned and contrived. It always the same basic love making and she doesn’t want to try new or outside the lines of just lying on the bed like a plank of wood.

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Wife sharing first time

Rachel and I have been together all our lives and have never had sex with some one else, until tonight. We both were content with the way we made love in the bedroom and neither of us thought it could get any better. That all changed when we met our new neighbors Kay and Randy, a change for the good we hope.

Rachel was on board with having sex with others, me well not so sure. Rachel is the love of my life and I never wanted to lose her.I laid there in bed after a night of the best sex she has ever given me .I was watching her thin ass wiggle and drip cum as she headed to take a shower and loved seeing it.

Even though that cum was a mixture of Randy’s and mine it didn’t matter because she was happy.I was thinking for all the years I wanted her to give me a blow job Randy got one from her in 15 minutes. I have never seen her finger herself,let me eat her pussy or even have such an intense orgasm like she just had.

I drifted off to sleep thinking about that woman and how she had wanted me to have sex with Randy’s wife Kay. Kay wanted me but I could not have sex with her because i was so worried about what Rachel was doing next door.

I never heard the shower turn on or even off as I fell asleep quite easily, worn out by Rachel’s blow job and then sloppy seconds. I was awakened when I felt the bed move and a warm pussy sitting down near my face.I have heard from others how they ate out their wives but Rachel would never let me do it.
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I love the carillon

The girl swings her heavy hair into William’s arm, making his coffee
slosh over the Styrofoam cup. She smiles but doesn’t apologize;
apparently he’s supposed to take the physical contact as a recompense.
Half the coffee has spilled. The clerk at the outdoor snack-stand
notices him refilling his cup and demands an extra twenty-five cents.
The girl is already gone, sitting on a bench under a eucalyptus tree.
The December climate makes William irritable. Sunlight slams into his
forehead, and the lush Santa Ynez mountains yawn at his foul spirits.
He carries his coffee to Van Orman Tower, where he will spend the next
forty-five minutes playing Christmas carols on the carillon. Then he
will go to the auditorium to administer the final exam for his music
theory course. Finals week is ending; the campus is almost deserted.
Everywhere you can hear the gossip of palm and eucalyptus.

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