When I left the University I had a degree in photography, and I was looking forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count was that for every job, there were at least twenty qualified candidates. And my sex was definitely an obstacle, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became desperate and desperate, then I met Tish..

She was a model coming and we became fast friends. She suggested I should take some glamorous pictures of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. He thought being a woman was a resource in glamorous photography. I hired a studio and while Tish changed I set up the dressing room dressed in jeans and a shirt, but it was a very different Tish that came out. Talk about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lace panties, a suspender belt frilly lacy and high heel shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dazzling on her breast. “I like it?”, she purified, waving her lips while she walked through the room. “Do you think they’re sexy enough?” I whistled in the appreciation. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a sweet smell. If I were a man, I would have jumped on her right there and then. God!

Illeana is one of the hottest actresses in Bollywood. It was not only that, however, it was the way she smiled, the way she walked, and above all, her sexy and young throat. She had to have it. How?

He’s been haunting her for months. He followed her around in his big black van with tinned windows, always with night binoculars at the ready. She watched her come and go from various sets, from restaurants and cafes, and also from her house and regular hotels. She took pictures of her and especially her beautiful face and her young throat. He put some photos in his van and his little apartment. She knew what she wanted to do with her and she knew she wanted it, even if she hadn’t met him yet.

It happened in the middle of the ’90s when I was dating a beautiful girl. I was just entering the biker scene, and I was a little young and naive, I suppose. My girl of time, Jane, was already a long time biker, even in the rally scene and had friends in many clubs. I loved it madly; it was an ex model, and it was really sexy and petite, with long dark hair and the most beautiful imaginable face, more perfect small tits and a feminine and subtle figure. She had a tougher edge for her though; she was quite extraneous and assertive self, and she had this certain flirty, way jaunty on her that no red blood man might not fall for.

She seemed good at what she had. The shape of his body suggested he was very athletic.

Its top has been cut quite low to show its neckline in its well proportioned breasts. When she folded, they almost seemed to fall.

The pants he wore were the skin tight on his ass, and beautiful out at his feet slightly. He had a nice ass.

He kept following me in the gym. After finishing up on a certain machine, I would head across the room to work another muscle arm/ shoulder. After a minute, she’d show up at the car right next to me. This has occurred several times.

I met my current wife Jane on the Internet. We were both married and very unhappy at the time. My wife was very conservative and useless to say that my sexual energies were repented beyond belief. An occasional wank in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was par for the course. Jane was married to a very conservative man who essentially wanted missionary sex twice a week.

Jane and I had an online relationship for 3 months and in those three months we explored our wildest sexual fantasies online. I thought we’d never meet so we let ourselves go online. I write Jane’s e-mail that starts a fantasy and ask her to finish it. Man, he’s never done it. One of my fantasies was to be Dominated over Jane and make her do little things. A fantasy I started was taking Jane to a hairdresser club and sucking a guy in front of everyone on the club. Well, Jane finished her fantasy sucking every guy in the club.