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Comme cela m'arrive régulièrement le vendredi en début d'après-midi, me voilà dans ma petite chambre de l'hôtel Formule 1 de Saint Ouen. Je viens de prendre une bonne douche et suis rasée de partout. Devant le miroir, je me maquille comme une vraie femme puis enfile ma perruque blonde. Voici maintenant le moment que j'adore, me transformer en belle bourgeoise sexy et BCBG. J'ouvre mon sac et en sort guêpière, bas et autres accessoires. Une fois ma lingerie enfilée, je mets ma robe noire see the rest

J'ai rencontré Ali il y a déjà quelques années et il est devenu mon amant attitré. Petit à petit, il a fait de moi une véritable femelle accro à sa bite. Il dit que je suis sa kahba, sa pute et j'aime quand il me dit ça.Notre première rencontre s'est passée au sexe shop de St Ouen l'Aumône, le Cassandre. J'étais super excitée et craintive à la fois. Je m'étais préparée dans une petite cabine puis je suis montée à l'étage. Il y avait là de nombreux hommes mais heureusement Ali see the rest

Hier soir je constate que ma femme se met au lit avec une nuisette très sexy. Je suis surpris car ce n'est pas dans ses habitudes, elle est en général du style chemise de nuit en coton pour ne pas avoir froid aux épaules la nuit.- Tu as des envies ce soir, lui dis-je, en me rapprochant d'elle ?- Non, c'est juste que j'ai envie d'être sexy lorsque je me réveillerai demain matin, me répond-elle en me tournant le dos.Je me colle à elle mais je comprends vite qu'elle n'est pas d'humeur à batifoler see the rest

Lorsque je rentre le soir, je vérifie dans le panier linge sale les strings de ma femme. Pas de doute, elle s'est encore faite baisée aujourd'hui. Son journal intime me le confirme comme vous allez le lire "Ma visite dans la loge de monsieur Sissoko remonte maintenant à dix jours et mon envie de sexe est de plus en plus forte. Vers 16h30, alors que je m’apprête à quitter le bureau, je reçois un sms d’Edouard « J’ai une vidéoconférence avec notre succursale des USA qui débute à 17h30, see the rest

Today, I masturbated again for a long time while reading the rest of my wife's diary. What a bitch !! I have no doubt that you will do the same when you think of her."This Wednesday evening, Edouard has to come back later than usual because he is attending the meeting of the union council of the building. As I know they have to deal with the renovation of the exterior facade and the possible replacing the boiler, the meeting may last much longer than other times.After having dinner alone, I sit in see the rest

Yes, reading my wife's diary from my wife turns me on and I jerk off imagining her getting fucked by guys. I can not resist the urge to give you the following of his diary: "For a week I have no more news from Mohamed's family and my sexual urges are decreasing; I have almost returned to 'normal'. However this Sunday evening, when we have one of our sons for dinner with us, I receive a text message. Although at the table, I consult it and I discover that it is from Madame Dahoud. I decide not to see the rest

This weekend, I behaved like a real bitch in heat with Edouard. On Friday evening, barely in bed, he began to read Les Echos as he usually does. When I undressed, I took everything off except my hold-ups. I slipped under the duvet, pulled his tail out of his pajama pants and took it in my mouth. Surprised, he threw his newspaper on the floor and put his hands on my hair so that I completely covered it. Once he was stiff, I came over him and impaled myself on his cock. In a few minutes, it spread see the rest

A few days ago, I found out that my wife keeps a little diary. It was while looking for an archive on our computer that I found her file entitled "Memoirs of a social worker", yes that is her job. Reading these memories confirmed what I suspected for some time already, she is cheating on me and has become a real slut. Even though we love each other and are very good together, I have to admit that serious health issues prevent me from honoring her properly. You will share with you my situation as see the rest

My name is Henri Pédroso, I am 52 years old and I own a small hairdressing salon in the IXXe arrondissement of Paris. I work alone, I have a loyal clientele exclusively male from 30 to 80 years old. I make a good living, I own my salon which has been paid for a long time and I am in no rush to retire. I'm afraid I'll be bored spending long hours at home.I am married to Chantal, 45, who worked for a few years as an accountant in a bank before stopping to raise our three children. The latter, a girl see the rest

Since the birthday party with my mother, I really have trouble falling asleep even though I revise late at night to prepare for my end-of-year exams. My sexual fantasies and delusions are multiple but sometimes opposed.When it's my "boy" side that takes over, I imagine myself making love with my mother for a long time. I take it and take it back, I wanton it and I make it my real sex toy. When it's my “feminine” side that comes to mind, I think of Mr. Dubout who fucks me at his place and of those see the rest