I’m a 29 year old woman, who’s been married to a great man for just over 6 years now. We got married after college, and then had our first child 13 months ago. We’re always enjoyed sex, both intimate coupling between two people in love, and just hot, nasty sex between two lust-filled sluts. Sometimes we make love, sometimes we have sex, sometimes we fuck. I love all our different modes to pleasure each other.
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Since my baby was born eight months ago my sex life has taken a turn for the worse. My husband doesn’t seem very interested, other than an occasional quickie, which leaves me feeling low, not wanted and sexually frustrated.
I have worked hard to get myself back in shape and I think I have succeeded very well. The only difference in my body, compared to pre-pregnancy, is the fact that my breasts are much larger and full of milk. I am still breast feeding my baby once a day.
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Erica and Jim, and Karen and I have been friends for a long time. Our families go to the park together with their children, celebrate holidays together, and only live a few miles from each other. Erica married Jim right out of high school and they have been married for 6 years, while Karen and I have been married 3 years.
One summer during our high school days, Erica and I dated a few times. One time, Erica had me over when her parents weren’t home. We decided to watch “Happy Gilmore” together, and then headed into town. During the movie, it became evident that Erica was willing to get physical that afternoon. However, I did not take advantage of the situation, as I was nervous. After a few dates, we decided to go our separate ways. Neither of us had any regrets about this decision until a few years later.
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I still hope that you take the time to vote (and comment) on my story.
This story involves sex between consenting, 18 year old and older, family members (siblings). It also features female lactation. If this is not what you were expecting please click away.
2:00 p.m December 18th 2009
“You’re staring at me again.” But there’s no real complaint in my sister’s voice as she utters the words. In fact, her eyes show a mischievous delight.
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Megan opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of her sunlit room. She stretched her arms out as she yawned, contemplating if she should go back to sleep. She got her answer from her growling stomach and rolled out of bed. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 1:34 PM. She tried to think of a good excuse for why she slept in so late as she got dressed and headed downstairs to get herself a bowl of Crazy Sugar Explosion-O’s™.
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Riley Baxter sat in the rocking chair in one corner of the bedroom she’d lived in for twenty years of her life, breastfeeding her infant daughter. She was not married; the young man who was the father of Emily had left town two days after learning he was going to be a father, and now Riley had the task of raising her daughter on her own. Yet, it wasn’t all that hopeless since her parents had offered to help in any way they could, which is why she was still at home instead of college where she had originally intended to be at this stage of her life.
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Mom and I were both stunned when we finally heard Sophie was pregnant. After just one year at the University of Illinois she was coming home to have her first baby, a husband or boyfriend nowhere in sight.
She had left our modest home on the South Side of Chicago in September 2003, a full 4 year scholarship to their School of Applied Science in hand. She had always been a success, straight A’s in high school, valedictorian of her class, All-State softball player, volunteer with the United Way, President of the Student Council etc., etc. The kind of person you’d love to hate, jealous of her successes. But she was popular. And beautiful! All through high school the boys had chased her and somehow she had dated many of them without becoming very serious with any of them and without angering or hurting anyone. There were probably ten or fifteen guys who graduated from Daley Senior High with their date or dates with Sis being among their happiest memories.
Continue reading Sissy Got Something
It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn’t fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things.
Continue reading Sitting on My Son’s Lap
My real name is Aloke a 36 yrs old, married Male from Patna Bihar.
Continue reading Mom Replaced My Breastfeeding Sister
Debbie was sitting with her breast pump attached to one of her big nipples when Bobby got home. He smiled at the sight and felt a sudden yearning deep down in his balls. His wife looked so sexy with the remnants of her baby belly and her huge dark nipples. If he could, Bobby would keep her pregnant the rest of her life. Debbie looked up at him to receive his tender kiss. Bobby’s kisses made her toes curl.
“Welcome home Babe,” she said as the pump kept pulling at her nipple, “The baby has had her fill of Mommy’s milk and I’m still leaking. I thought I would fill a couple bottles for tonight. You do remember we are going out, right?”
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It was the walk up the stairs I seem to remember most. Simply thinking about it always sets my heart to thumping. I find myself, mostly late at night, but too, at the oddest and occasionally in the most public of situations, succumbing to the daydream and reliving vividly everything about each step, from the creak of that one loose board to how her hair looked in the afternoon light and the way her dress moved as I followed, watching her from behind. It was one of the most singular events in my life, so alive, so indelible, imbued upon me with a level of immediacy and intensity, I’m sure, something akin to the scale of awareness and anticipation a condemned man must experience, when he takes that last, long walk.
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“Wash or dry?” Sheila asked.
“Dry,” Mike said. With one hand, he caught the dishtowel his wife tossed at him.
“How’s the shed coming?” she asked as she carefully washed a wine glass.
Mike chuckled. “It’s gonna be awesome. I should be done with the framing by the time Dave gets his rear end over here in the morning.”
Sheila shook her head.
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I take the bus to and from work as a matter of choice, but even though one of the reasons I use public transportation is to avoid the aggravation of driving during the rush hours, there are times when the bus can be just as annoying.
Like last Monday, for example. For whatever reason, the bus was much more crowded than usual, and I was forced to go toward the back and stand up while hanging on the pole in the center of the aisle.
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I desperately needed to use the bathroom. I always drink a big glass of water before going to bed, and in the mornings, I always wake up with a full bladder. Normally, that’s not a problem, since the house in which I live with my mother and older sister has two bathrooms between the three of us. But the master bath was having plumbing problems. So that left the hall bathroom.
Mom had already gone to work. My nineteen-year-old sister Mandy was in the bathroom, taking her sweet ass time as always. Normally, I wouldn’t care how long it took for my sister to get ready, but today was different.
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When I was single, I was friends with a woman who was pregnant, but unmarried. Sherry and I used to have lunch and talk and go to movies together. Although I found her attractive in a maternal way, I never really thought about her romantically. She was attractive enough, though not a raving beauty. She was short and a little heavy, with wavy red hair, about shoulder-length. She dressed conservatively and seemed to really value our friendship.
I always felt she treated me like one of her girlfriends. She confided in me about the failed relationship that led to her pregnancy. We talked about everything. But rarely did our chats stray into the area of sex. I assumed that the pregnancy and her bad experience with the father had put her off it. Although I guessed she thought I was attractive, I never got any indication that she wanted more than a platonic friendship.
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Sandra strode down the corridor, her full breasts straining against her shirt so tightly it seemed the buttons would pop off from the pressure. They ached pleasurably from the snugness and the way the skin stretched tautly. A small dark spot formed on her shirt where the nipple poked at the fabric. Stepping into the office at the end of the hall, she lay the bag on the desk.
“It’s lunch time, boss.”
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Events in childhood shape our destiny. What happens in those formative years may so affect our lives that what follows is as inevitable as if we were a leaf that, once it has fallen into a stream, is carried helplessly away to its ultimate destiny.
Edwin Stearns always knew, down to the day and hour, when a key event in his life occurred: a warm afternoon in August 1879. He was 10 at the time, and had joined his mother Clara and sister Lillian, who was seven, at Oakdale, the family summer retreat. Oakdale consisted of five acres and a sprawling house shaded by tall maples and chestnuts. It overlooked the Hudson River near Stony Point, just north of New York City. His father Elliott, president of First Federal bank, had remained in the city to work.
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Anita was standing in the kitchen looking out of the window. She is working as a maid in the house of a rich landlord. She is on this job for past few months and apparently facing problem as she is having a six month old kid, which feeds on her breast which drains almost every time. She is a dark complexioned woman who has taken up this job due to dire necessities. The child of her is born due to an illegitimate relationship with a drunkard who rapes her one night when she was alone in her home. She got the job due the sympathetic corner of her story and the kind nature of the landlord made it very easy. While she was busy finding a life she wish looking out of the window, suddenly her baby lying on the sofa of the dining room started crying aloud.
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