I have often been called a mean-spirited man. An arrogant bastard. An inconsiderate prick. A ruthless psychopath. A madman. A wannabe god. A few screws lose in the head. Yes, I've been called all that and a few other colorful terms that I shall not mention. Maybe it's because I don't think much of the world and the men and women in it. Men are bad. Men are v...
She sighed and turned off the TV, she hated when David had to go away on business. The house was so quiet when he was away, she heard the backdoor rattle a little on its hinges, and thought that she would have to get David to look at it when he came back as it was not locking properly sometimes. She turned off the light as she went up the stairs to bed, Dav...
Lying on his back on the apartment's well-worn old carpet, Djohar "Joe" Mokhtar was most where he was born to be. The Somali Muslim stud had a big grin on his face as a certain large object, spherical in nature suddenly neared him, briefly obstructing his field of vision. Joe took a deep breath, almost shaking with anticipation of what was coming his way. Th...
Lexi could only let out a sharp gasp as she felt the animated outfit thrust itself upon her, her eyes going wide the moment of the ankle sock penetrated her body like a thick cock. It wasn't something she was entirely unaware of, if she was to be honest with herself. Lexi had a boyfriend, a rather egotistical self-centered quarterback for her college's team....
There is nothing my husband and I enjoy nothing more than a rigorous session of strap-on sex after some hot nude wrestling in oil. We’re both wrestling fanatics as well as first-rate sexual adventurers. My name is Helen Otis Howard Robson. I live in the city of Boston with my husband, Jonathan Jay Robson. I’m deeply in love with this man. He’s also my first,...
Table for Six is where I met the woman that Tina found riding on my dick on that fateful day. I had been going to a Table for Six dinner every second week for a while, in an effort to find a woman who wanted more than just a ride on my dick.... Strange how contradictory men are isn't it? When we are getting lots of meaningless sex we want emotional attachm...
Punishment for Piggy Chapter 3-- conclusion A kinky professor disciplines his submissive wife. *** The Spiral Staircase *** "Spread your ass!" Frank snarled, now with a lusty anger to his voice. His fat 8 inch cock was angry, too. "Oh, Frank." Piggy said as she looked back over her shoulder. She reached back with both arms and grabbed her cheeks. She...
I come from behind and push against both your shoulders, pressing you against the cool stone wall. I can't tell if you can feel the cold through your clothes and against your nipples, but your clothes won't be an issue for long. I kiss you on the mouth, slowly increasing the pressure and intensity of the kiss, while my hands trace down your arms and grab yo...
I slowly start to wake up from my nap, and as usual I'm a little groggy. It takes minute or two to realize where I am, and that I have a sleeping girlfriend next to me. Heather is still sleeping soundly as I think back on the great sex we had. Thinking about filling Heather's pussy with my cum and then eating it out again is starting to make me hard again....
When I think back and recall all the trouble I went through to seduce and take Sharon, my neighbor Jerry's wife, to bed, I shake my head and wonder how blind I was not to see the big picture. Not that I did not enjoy making love to Sharon. I still do, in spite of everything that happened since that first time and the whole scene, blurred in the beginning, ca...