My New Year's Eve Erotic Night

The Happy Voyeur Characters: Amber, Lenny's mother; Lenny, the son; Martin, Amber's husband, now deceased; Lois, the Episcopal pastor Chapter 1 If I were asked to describe Lenny, I would have used something more descriptive than calling Lenny a moron. A moron has an IQ between 50 and 70, and such a person would be hard pressed to find a job. Lenny once was hired to sort screws, and he was fired after two weeks because he was slow and felt the job was beneath him. He was referred by the lady at the unemployment office, and he thought he'd have an office of his own. This was because he was a college graduate, being a business major. He was told his job description made no mention of having an office. He did require supervision, and the woman who supervised him had an office. She spent more time in the ladies room than she did checking to see how many screws Lenny had sorted, because Lenny worked for a defense contractor and his productivity wasn't that important. His wa...

Another true story of my adventures in crossdressing. All involved were over the age of 18 when this happened. I met her online. Jackie and Ray had a straight profile looking for other swingers. She contacted me wanting to give me to her boyfriend for his birthday. He also dabbled in crossdressing and had always wanted to be with a crossdresser. As an aside it is not unusual for couples to say straight or maybe even bi wife and straight husband only to find out the husband is bisexual too. I can't tell you how many "straight men" I have played with from SLS. On the agreed upon day I put on a sexy black bra, panties and garter belt from VS along with some black stockings. I also prepped and put in a butt plug. I put on jeans and a sweatshirt grabbed my best wig and went to their place. I arrived about an hour before her boyfriend was to arrive home. When I was through door Jackie introduced herself. She was a large framed girl and very attractive. She had me strip down t...

It was time. It had been a few weeks since I have showed off at the dry cleaners and even longer since Caroline had twisted my balls. I wasn't sure what I wanted more—the delicious pain she had given me, or for her to clean off the hair growing in—it was so itchy and painful I could hardly take it. I called her, and surprisingly she recognized my voice immediately. I told her I wanted to be waxed again, and this time no shaving—I could take the pain. I heard her laugh a little as she said, "I'm sure you can." I was not as nervous this time, but still felt butterflies as I pulled up into the parking lot, not knowing how far things would go this time. Pushing them down, I went up and rang the bell, only to be surprised as Caroline greeted me. She was dressed much like she was the last time—no kaftan this time, just yoga pants and a cropped top, but this time her hair was cropped close—not quite shaved completely, but very short. She definitely had lost that MILF next ...

Showered and ready to hit the town, James asks the inevitable question. "Where do you want to go to dinner?" "I dunno, somewhere with good poutine," replies Veronica. "Ha! You might have trouble finding that here. It isn't Quebec," says James. "Ah, oui but it is Canada!" Veronica snaps back. "Okay I will look it up," says James. "Oh, hey there is this place called The Ale House. It won some TripAdvisor award. It says they have great steak and seafood as well as amazing poutine. Oh, they also have two patios, but with this fog maybe we will eat inside. There will be no stargazing tonight," James adds. "In the description for the place it says: "At The Ale House guests are able to experience the hot summer sun and gentle breeze from the Charlottetown Harbour. Great Food, Great Rock. Lots of it!" "Sounds good to me!" Veronica exclaims and they head out to the front porch as the screen door slammer c...

All rights reserved The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Copyright @2021 Carpe Noctem Hotel Games By Carpe Noctem She is on a small trip with her family. A small hockey tourney several hrs. Away. She had been talking to this poet and author and nice guy online. The best part is that her husband didn't know about it. He seemed sweet and just made her smile. She even bought his book of erotica. She keeps checking in during the trip to chit-chat and sees how he is as he is doing the same. On the first day of the tournament, he says he is out for a drive and hopes she is well. Early that morning before the sun was even a glimmer on t...

Mornings are really nice sometimes, you know..... During the night when you're sleeping I guess your imagination just goes wild and I probably influence you just a bit. I'm glad you're awake now though. You needed Daddy. Come out to the living room. Just find me. I'm reading a book, sipping on my coffee You know that I like quiet and coffee, right? * * * * * * * * * * https://www.wielerflits.nl/wielerforum/users/luyindama/ https://www.projectlibre.com/users/christian-luyindama https://bandzone.cz/fan/thornboroughyulma?at=info https://imgur.com/user/luyindama/about https://sandbox.zenodo.org/communities/luyindama/?page=1&size=20 https://cdramabase.com/members/luyindama/profile/ https://creepypastas.com/miembros/luyindama/profile/ https://sstm.moe/profile/292597-luyindama/?tab=field_core_pfield_1 https://peptalkbox.com/members/luyindama/info/ https://www.mangaupdates.com/members.html?id=551524

I lay on my bed naked. My head propped up on a pillow with my eyes pointing towards the ceiling. The morning sun streaked in through my bedroom window. Its searching rays reached out across the floor and walls, the warmth intensifying my already building internal heat as my hand moved furiously up and down over my erect cock. My mind was awash with images of last night's porn surfing experience. "That pretty voice, those perky tits, that long neck, her smooth skin, that gorgeous dick..." I murmured to myself. I sat bolt upright. "That gorgeous dick?" I repeated with a look of puzzlement and incredulity. Last night had begun just like any other. After getting ready for bed, I picked up my iPad for some mindless browsing. "Four more months of lockdown" read the news alert that appeared at the top of the screen. "Case rates remain 'forbiddingly high' according to Boris Johnson and so Britain must remain in full shutdown" I sighed and r...

Mistress Ila was feeling horny so she asked for my dirtiest fantasy. This is what I came up with on the fly. It's short and mostly to the point. I take you to my next class reunion. My former classmates are amazed and wondering how a nobody like me is with someone as beautiful as you. As more drinks are had, some of the men ask me how I got with you while I'm taking a leak. I let them know you're just a very open woman and if they'd like they could probably get with you too. After the official reunion, there's an afterparty at a farm and I ask if you'd be interested in some extra fun. You, of course, are ALWAYS interested in some extra fun. We dance a little, but I've always been awkward about dancing in public so I pass you off to Steve. He's tall, and while he's not quite as lanky as he was in high school, he's certainly not fat. You dance normal for a bit, but then you start grinding on him. He shoots me a questioning look and I give him my ...

"Oversexed couple" (All characters are over 18 years old) Today is a sunny and very hot day! In this heat, we're unlikely to want to eat fried eggs, and I made a light vegetable salad for breakfast. We ate, and then Russell said: "I want us to go somewhere!" I asked: "Where?" And he answered: "It's a surprise!" Now Russell's car is under repair, so we got on the bus. There are a lot of people on the bus, everybody was pressed to each other, there is nowhere to sit and we had to stand. It's very cramped, but I can feel the warmth of Russell's body and I smell him... Soon a few people got off the bus and now it is not so cramped and suddenly the bus turns so quickly that I almost fell and my breasts felt his body stronger... he hugged me and whispers in my ear: "I want to feel your breasts again... and not only the breasts..." It embarrassed and sexually aroused me... and I asked: "What if someone notices?"...