Turning my whiteboi into a gangbang slut There is no such thing as the perfect submissive. There’s no such thing as a perfect Domme for that matter either. There is, however, a symbiosis, a precious and delicate balance, an equilibrium that can only be achieved between Domme and sub, involving owner and pet that transcends
If I remember correctly, it was probably only 2-3 days before she sent “the email” for me to read. This is what she wrote:”John, you’ve been doing such a great job at home. You’ve been keeping the entire condo very clean each week, hand washing my gym underwear and gym shorts, and doing all of
I reach into the drawer and grab a pair of lacy red boyshort panties. Sticking each of my painted toes into each one, and pulling the panties up my freshly shaven legs, up and over my ass. The same thing works for the bra as well. When I am just going out and about I
OK so I’m still fairly new at posting on here so please bear with me. If you have anything to tell me that might make this better by all means let me know. All feedback is welcome. However if you are rude then keep in mind I’ll most likely just ignore you. ———————————————————————————————————————————————— The Date
Teaching me how to fuck my girlfriendAlicia stood in front of me in just her lingerie. It was white and transparent. Her stiff pink nipples strained out from the lace, hard and erect. I haven’t seen her wear a shirt since we graduated.”Is this a bad time?” I asked.”Does Angel know you’re in town?””No.”She frowned
The next day for Victor and Meredith was a continuance of all the previous days for a few hours. “Carmine? Meredith needs you in her office for a word about the numbers before lunch.” Carmine didn’t do well for the week, and it was past eleven thirty. “Oh great. Well let’s go office boy.” She
My lady Sarah was a little agitated, though she had a wonderful smile, the smile she always has when talking to me about sex, over dinner when she asked, “Can I talk to you openly about a dream I had last night?” “Of course,” I replied as I held her hand. “It was such an
Andy was a pretty average guy. At 24 years old he had graduated from University and pretty quickly found a job in his field. He was slightly under paid, like most of his peers, but he was very hard-working and intended to have a bright career.Physically he wasn’t the best looking guy in the world
when sitting at a bar with an old friend he told me the storie of his wife and how he lost everything and was asking for any kind of job to rebuild his life wich nearly came to destruction to satisfy his wife fantasy He began to drink the beer and told me: One night
The ‘story’ you are about to read is actually true, unlike a lot of stories which are listed as a true story here. As you will find out I had very little education and my only exposure to writing/grammar was magazines and the very few books I found and hid away. If you would like