I anxiously wait for Amy. It is her turn to tie and tease me. It has been about month since our last encounter. "Hi Amy," I greet her as she pulls into the driveway. I have on blue silk boxers as she had commanded earlier in the week. She has on a white tank top and red loose fitting shorts. She smells great and she flips her blonde hair as she talks in h...
Felicity Remington was a red-haired, blue-eyed gynecologist of 34. She was also a glasses-wearing, card-carrying lesbian eproctophile. She actually used pussy examinations as an excuse to get close to women's assholes in hopes of getting farts out of them, and maybe sex. Occasionally she was successful at seducing her clients. But her real dream to find a wo...
I woke to the sound of running water and the smell of coffee. The sheets were wrinkled and still smelt faintly of Joanna, while a strand of her chestnut hair clung to my pillow. I threw the top sheet back and swung my legs out of bed, just as the sound of water stopped and Joanna walked into the bedroom. She had my robe wrapped around her and her hair piled...
To Amy - you are the best. I go to bookstores to relax but the day I met Amy was quite the opposite. I was attracted to her before we met. Her perfume reached me through the fiction section before our eyes ever met. Immediately I was pulled mid-sentence to find the owner of the fragrance. Upon turning the corner there she was - stunning. Her hazel eyes...
She was kneeling down with her forearms resting on the bed, making her buttocks butt up into the air. She was spread wide open and between her legs I could see the damp curls of her pubic hair. I had finger fucked her for a while and her cunt was hot and wet. She had forgotten her shyness. Now she was completely unashamed, wantonly spreading out her legs s...
"Are you alright, my child...?" Child? She didn't feel like a child...not when she looked at him...his fine clear skin, his tousled hair... A priest...for god's sake...he was a priest and she wanted to bury her hands in his black curls...burrow under his traditional cassock and taste his incense tainted sweat... Get a hold of yourself, Marissa...this is b...
Camelia couldn’t wait to get home. Clutching her Gucci handbag firmly and clicking her Manolo Blanhik stilettos maniacally against the concrete, she waited impatiently for the public bus to arrive. She normally took a cab, but, inexplicably, she wanted to take the bus today. Perhaps her lapsed choice in public transport was due to the disastrous day she’d ha...
Ch. 5: You Ain't Finished Yet When I finally came to, the first sensations that I recognized were that of silk sheets moving beneath my skin and the scent of roses gently invading my nostrils. I opened my eyes and furtively looked around, still in a state of confusion, my mind still not working quite right. I was in an enormous bed, draped in luxuriant silk...
"Ooooh warm!" Lilli exclaimed wriggling her rump just the slightest bit. Her master had told her to hold still. The warm tingling sensation of whatever gel he was squeezing out onto her anus was just more than she could take with out a little movement. If he minded he didn't say. He just kept silently smearing pouring the gel until he was satisfied. Lilli k...
You are fluttering in anticipation. I have given you a hotel room key, and a note with a time and some instructions. You walk up to the concierge and ask if there are any messages as the note instructs. He hands you a cd, and directs you to the elevators. As you enter the room you look around to see if I am there but there is no answer. You anticipation ri...