Well the bad news to all of you, is that this is not an incest story. It does cover the ground of the "forbidden fruit." That is, desiring strongly to...have sexual contact with someone you can't and probably shouldn't anyway.Greg was a neighbour. Greg was absolutely stunningly beautiful, 6 feet tall, 25 years old, newly married, short reddish blonde hair, athletic build (but didn't really do much in the way of athletics), and one of my friends. The problem here was that I was 23, living with a. Like all my other writings, this is also a lengthy one, people who read mine regularly know this so moving on quickly. After my publishing my sex story with Riya, I received an email from a person called Megha Sharma which contained feedback, compliments, and request for a conversation. I replied back and obliged to the request for a chat.So our journey started, we spoke from awkward requested personal messages to pinpoint erotic sexual questions, we spoke about everything, we exchanged. He pushed his hand up between their full satin-like softness until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the soft down of the thin blond pubic hair growing tantalizingly up between her legs. He tried to press his finger up between the soft moist flanges of her vagina but she jerked spasmodically away, not from fear or revulsion, but from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running up the nerves of her naked back.She groaned, vaguely aware of his hands. "...yes," Jon whispered.Jon reached over and ran his manicured fingers over Nate's crotch, thenslowly unbuckled and unzipped his jeans. His hands were shaking thewhole time. Nate's cock suddenly sprung out and Jon was startled at thesize of it."You like?" Nate asked softly.Jon didn't answer. He swallowed hard and took the cock into his hand ashe became entranced watching his fingers with the dark violet nails holdonto this warm member. He couldn't believe what he was watching himselfdo. His.