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Onin and Ann's Quickie Chronicles 1 ((Pahiram ng Sandali ( Makamundong Ginagalawan))

Submitted by on July 16, 2015 (1 year ago)
Posted in Story: True Story, Tagalog | Categories: BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Exhibitionist and Voyeur, Fetish, First Time, Taboo, Wife Lovers, Mature, Mind Control, Reluctance, Romance, Sci-Fi and Fantasy, Toys and Masturbation, One Night Stand | Tags: , , , , , ,

Habang busy pa ang aking babe na si Onin_Ann sa pag - type ng Chapter 10 ng aming Sextorya tungkol sa aming Sexperiences (Pahiram ng Sandali / Ang Makamundong Ginagalawan), ay nakaramdam ako ng boredom. Gusto ko sana syang landiin ngayon pero naisip kong matapos ko syang i push na isulat ang sunod na chapter eh di naman yata tamang guluhin ko siya. 

Matapos kong mabasa ang mga comments na aming natanggap ay naisip kong hindi pa pala namin nai-ishare ang aming mga quickie kahit na ilang beses na naming naipangakong isusulat rin namin ang mga ito. 

Kaya nagpaalam ako kay babe kung pwedeng simulan ko na ang pagkukwento. Nag ok naman siya. Basta daw tagalugin ko kasi mas nakakalibog daw basahin. At gaya ng dati ay ieedit o review raw muna namin bago ko ipost. Siguro ay naisip niyang mas matatahimik kami kung may ginagawa ko hihihi. 

Kaya eto na po ang unang kwento tungkol sa maraming quickie na aming ginawa. Sana po ay magustuhan nyo.

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Dahil sa mahigpit na ipinag babawal ang pagkakaroon ng relasyon sa mga empleyado ng aming kumpanya ay pilit naming itinago ng aking Babe na si Onin ang aming namuong libog sa isa't-isa.  Isa pa ay umiiwas ako sa chismis dahil kami pa ni ex-bf noon.

Since nakasanayan na ng aking staff na tuwing Friday night kami lumalabas para mag-unwind sa Un...

Breakfast for Two

Submitted by on August 27, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Confession: True Story, English | Categories: Exhibitionist and Voyeur | Tags:

Years later and her face remains fresh in my mind, the white triangle clean against her upper thighs, even in the shadow of her minidress. It was mid-morning in a coffee shop near Ateneo; she sat two tables away, lost in eager talk and laughter with her friends.

She had let her knees idle apart just a little, but the angle was right and the morning light perfect; my breakfast was a cup of coffee, a bagel with cream cheese, and a pair of white cotton panties.

Or rather, a freshly-showered pussy snug against that sliver of fabric. I wondered as I sipped my coffee—how must she smell like? Fresh from the shower? Or sweet with that familiar aroma, having sat through Katipunan rush hour traffic? How must she taste like between her inner lips? Would she moan or sigh if I dipped my tongue into her?

I will never know. She caught my eye, looking up her dress, but I couldn’t turn away. She smiled the smallest of smiles and allowed me a few more seconds before she adjusted her position on the couch.

Those few seconds remain between us now, years later. It will always be with me—her panties, her pussy, and that secret smile as she let me enjoy a last look. I finished my breakfast and passed her table, our only goodbye a quick anonymous glance....

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