The night before I had declared my devotion to Angela Harris. She in turn, had supervised my masturbatory dream come true. At work the next day, she acted as any supervisor would, giving no sign of what had transpired the prior evening. Late in the afternoon she called me into her office and brightly announced
The cleaning ladies walked toward me, still laughing. They were glad to see me in my classroom on a Sunday. Two coeds and myself had made quite a mess earlier in the week and these must be the ladies that had cleaned up the evidence of our sexual escapade that “smelled like sweaty pussy and
The Low is always there, stroking my lower back in a comforting manner, because he is a friend, I know him, he hurls his black hole body at my centre when he comes, devours me and spits me out, what is left of me, weeks, maybe months later. But he always spits me back out.
Another afternoon of golf seemed to be just what Brent needed. His wife would never understand the freedom from the world’s stresses and quality time in the sun a quick round of golf provided. Brent grabbed his cell phone and dialed up his longtime golfing buddy, Jack.”What’s up Brent?” Jack asked upon seeing his buddy’s
This story contains male submission, female domination, female submission, exhibitionist, erotic and BDSM themes. If you don’t like these themes, please skip this story. If you’re looking for a lot of detail about sexual acts, this is not the story you’re looking for.This story is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed
PRESENT DAYMortified, absolutely mortified.”I am so sorry” I started, scrambling to put my clothes back on, “I didn’t-“Harrison reached his hand out towards me, “It’s fine, don’t apologise” he said, “we are all about sexual liberation here.”Monica smiled and moved slowly away from me, striding towards her husband as he peeled off his blazer and
As with Chapter 1, all characters in this chapter (all chapters) are over 18. There are a few times the characters may think back to when they were younger, but there are no sexual activities in any of those memories.************The next morning before school I sat on the sofa watching GI Joe and eating a
OK so it wasn’t what I had planned in the beginning but hey, it worked out great, and in fact life couldn’t be better. Although it didn’t start out looking like it was going to, in fact when Kristine called I was a bit concerned, it was three in the morning and she was crying.
(OK well thanks for sticking with me on this! Characters and scene set, we now begin to delve into Ashley’s introduction into the BDSM lifestyle. read and enjoy!!!)Ashley Brooke West was nothing if not an energetic girl, late twenties be damned. This was at the very start at least looking like fun, Time to see
(This story is about Matt and Sam, the same fun couple from my story The Best Laid Plans. No need to read that story before this one, though if you like the two of them you can read more about their adventures by checking that story out.)Wild, Wildlife”Guess what I just saw on that nature
I just got done playing sports with the guys when it was time to turn in for the night. My name is Alex. My biggest crush at the camp is Jason. He always had the nicest ass. I could see it through his gym shorts because he never wore underwear. I loved, watching his ass
The day came faster than Brandon anticipated. He was extremely nervous as he sat in the passenger seat of his moms car. They drove through a very nice wooded area before coming up to large prestigious gates.On both sides of the gate there were flat metal silhouettes of women holding whips and men kneeling before
Chapter 180 – Hatching Plans for Hiroshi (III)Ten days ago, I had trimmed and partially shaved my muse Nguyet’s pussy, together with her petite colleague Thuy, who had then offered herself for a zesty round of chipper fornication. Nguyet suspected that her new Japanese boss and lover, Hiroshi Nakamura wasn’t too fond of her hairy
The afternoon grows old, and the shadows lengthen, and slowly you become aware of your surroundings again. You have slept for two hours following my assault on your senses, your body has that delicious sensation of soreness that comes from a wonderful exertion. Opening your eyes, you see the ceiling above you, and as you
Y/n’s p.o.vIt’s my best friend’s bachelorette and we’ve decided to give her a surprise striptease in this famous strip club. The party started with everyone wishing her and shouting at the top of their lungs with cheers filled in their glasses.Slowly, guys entered our booked room with their shortest clothes on. Teasing every woman in
I’m not ashamed to say that I’m one of the biggest male sluts I know. I don’t go hunting women down, though, I let them lure me. Make the eye contact, do the smile thing, strike up the conversation, and all of a sudden they’re ready to take me home like I was a lost
Author’s forewordI wrote this a while back with the encouragement and specific guidance of a social media contact.I liked how it came out and it seemed worth sharing.My contact evaporated before I got around to writing the next bit.If anybody’s interested let me know, and I’ll work on it.Part 1: IntroductionsA flutter in your chest
I have agreed, and you have written the prescription. You are an anesthesiologist, and everything you do is with operating room precision. Were I your patient, I would lay back under a sterile drape, open my arm as if it were a book waiting to be read, and allow you to inject a sleeping potion
It has been a long couple of weeks since I had spent the weekend becoming a slut for black cum. Donovan and I had talked every day since he left my house and travel plans had been made for me to accompany him on his upcoming business trip. I tried my best to concentrate at
I had been answering probably eight to ten ads a day on the kink social site and it took a lot of fucking time. Cutting and pasting replies isn’t my style and can probably be spotted a mile away. If I had high hopes, then I knew I had to take each ad on it’s