I love the pool. Or more specifically, I love water. It had been a great day splashing and laying around my mother-in-laws gorgeous pool and outdoor kitchen. I bet there had been thirty of us there. Family, friends, friends of friends. It was a gaggle, and my wife and I enjoyed it to the fullest.
My work as a sex toy designer takes me around the world presenting ideas or introducing products. In each one of those trips, I add more and more anecdotes to my collection, some funny, some tragic, and others, simply erotic. This one is the last type… One of my biggest clients is a sex shop
Hi all. I am Beena (pen name). I have read many stories on this website and i loved reading it. After reading it, i felt to submit my own experiences. I would like to share my personal sexual encounters with you all to read and enjoy. While you read this, hold on to your hard
As you know, I design sex toys for both men and women. In designing any kind of product, you need to do some research and while working on the design of a toy, I found some interesting stuff about subliminal messages in marketing. Advertisements had always used some sort of subliminal messaging to connect you
I fantasise a lot about touching; feeling and fondling big-breasted females and also beautiful, voluptuous bellies, deep holed navels. I love females wearing saris and revealing. I can give them lot of pleasure, fondling and pampering. I also love to keep my erection for a longer period and enjoy it. Sometimes I enjoy my erection
As you know, in my fantasies I am a sex toy designer with a harem of women. In real life, though, I have a normal boring job, review sex toys as a hobby, and have a harem of sex dolls. This is the story of my first time with a sex doll. This happened when
Hi everyone. I’m Rahul about 28yrs of age from Mumbai. I’m a lawyer. This is the first time that I’m sharing a wonderful and beautiful experience of mine that has happened very recently and also let me assure you that it is a true incident with no manipulation of any facts. Let me tell you
I was twelve when my friend Steven showed me the glory hole in the public park’s restroom. He dropped his pants, briefly displaying his fuzzy erection, then stepped up to the cold stone wall and inserted himself through the small hole. The hole was meant for average-sized adults, so he had to kind of stand
When you’ve finished reading this you’ll know why I didn’t report him. It was the wrong sort of rape and no one would have believed me. I didn’t ever tell anyone because I didn’t want to be a ‘victim’ or, even worse, a ‘survivor’. I hate that term, like half an hour of your life
For 20 years I have always been the apple of his eye, and he, my night in shining armour who always kept me safe. Whenever he wrapped his arms around me, I’d melt into him and become the sweet little girl I once was, but what else would you expect, he is my daddy after
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