Being the wife of a rich, successful husband has its perks- you are showered with jewelry and garments, you happen to have frequent spas and indulge in hours of shopping sprees without thinking about whether it would crash your bank account. But it has its negative aspects too. You hardly get to see him as he is most of the time occupied with his business meetings and corporate tours and that leaves you utterly frustrated physically with sex taking a backseat. This was what I was going through for several years, my body longing for some intimate moments of cuddles, kisses and caresses and at times getting desperate for some real, raunchy romp-up.
Not that I was in any way looking for sex outside marriage but it simply happened and I landed up having sex with a gigolo. I had been to a pub with a few of my girl friends and was enjoying a lonesome drink while they flirted away
The idea of having a steamy round in your office cubicle or the idea of having some hard-core silent sex under the tables is invigorating indeed. Personally, I know a pretty bit of men who crave for such carnal stuff on condition that they are not caught!
Office romances are tricky as well as risky. With the new sexual harassment laws at work place and regulations against flirting in office the activity is increasingly turning out to be a singularly bad idea both socially and financially. We do understand that sexing up office is a means to attain better focus at work. Jokes apart, for women out there, the office colleague could be the best judge as to how your corset looks. In fact, men are indeed turned on by the cleavage—more so when they are in an elevator or in a boardroom!
A beautiful colleague who arouses a
It was raining torrentially and there were hardly any people to be seen on the roads. My beau and I were returning home after a day’s trip at a friend’s farmhouse, some distance from the city. Most of my friends had stayed back but I had to return since I promised my parents I would get back home by night. But the incessant rain was making it difficult to see what lay just in front of the motorcycle that he was driving. He suggested we look for some shelter and wait for the rains to recede to some extent. Luckily, at that moment I caught sight of an inn on the other side of the road and he turned his motorbike to park in front of it.
Needless to say, we were both drenched to the dregs and the receptionist, a middle-aged man gave a naughty grin when we asked for a room to put up till the rain stopped. It was a low-budget motel and most of the customers who checked-in used to
We had been out on a date when it started raining heavily. It had already got dark and nothing could be seen amidst the torrential rain. It was impossible to drive the motorcycle in such heavy rain. We were drenched to our last bits and needed to wait for the rain to stop to some extent. We saw a house which seemed abandoned and decided to take shelter outside it for some time. My beau parked his motorcycle in front of the house and we rushed inside. As we sat on the porch I was already shivering in the cold. He looked at me and took me in his arms to warm my body up. Except for the fact that the showers did not let us go home, the weather was immensely romantic. As we looked at each other we knew what was to follow next.
It all started with a passionate kiss even as I felt his hand traveling over my wet top and touching my nipples, then erect with cold and excitement at the
I cannot believe it but it’s true. I had sex with one of the most gorgeous lady I have ever seen- a stripper by profession. It all happened on that fateful night when I hit a posh stripper club. I was completely disillusioned and distressed with my recent break-up and contemplating how I would be spending the rest of my life without her who had meant the world to me for so many years. My chums had compelled me to visit the club with them. I would get a boost to my confidence and my masculinity or so they thought. But I was completely shattered, disoriented and crippled psychologically.
The club was a sprightly one and needless to say, the strippers were drop-dead gorgeous keeping up with the standard of the joint. However, I found no interest in all that was going around me and preferred sitting in a lonesome corner with a glass of drink in my hand musing u
I was tired of the dregs having worked for month-end without a break. Weekends too kept us busy with guests and social responsibilities of meeting up with friends and relatives. But I was getting too bogged up with the physical stress and mental weariness as well. Sex was only a few minutes affair with hardly any time left with us to enjoy each other’s company like we used to do before. But thanks to the pink floral lace panty we revived our lost vigour and got rejuvenated as well.
It was a Friday night and he returned home from work quite late. I think he too was thinking on the same lines as me and was missing those beautiful moments of love that we used to spend with each other. As I stood there preparing our dinner he came from behind and clasped my tummy. I felt a tickle of ecstasy. He whispered to my ears “Come prepared, will take you to
I looked out of my car window. Am I seeing, is right? Was it him who was steering the gigantic motorcycle just next to my car? Yes, it was indeed my old flame from college with whom I was involved for over a year in a steamy, passionate relationship. It was a non-committal sort because he was not ready to get into any kind of serious relations at that point of time, but nevertheless it could not prevent us from getting close, really close to each other. Blame that impeccable chemistry we shared or the irresistible streaks of passion that often overcomes us at such a vulnerable age. Whatever it was, his sight brought up those old memories once again in my mind. And even though I am happily married now but I cannot resist myself from weaving fantasies with him in my imaginations.
Romping up on the College
I was beginning to get too desperate. It had been almost a month since we got the opportunity to get cozy. There were so many people in the house for my brother-in-law’s wedding ceremony; and being the daughter-in-law, I had most of the responsibilities. My hubby was busy juggling between his job and home responsibilities. Nights only found us dozing off to sleep being tired to the dregs. The days we contemplated on some intimate moments our kids robbed our opportunity. The day of the marriage came, and I dressed up in my bridal attire. And as I sat accessorizing my outfit, the memories of our first night after marriage got me longing for it all the more.
The marriage went quite well, and so did the reception. My brother-in-law was to experience his first wedding night soon.
As I returned to my room quite l