DISCLAIMER:// My boyfriend and I started writing these stories for each other a while ago. He challenged me in the beginning to write the most kinky story I could think of. You'll see what came of it. He's also posting his stories on his account. I'll update this with what it is soon enough. No, none of these events have actually happened. They are pure fan...
It's dark...candlelit. I'm wearing some new sexy lingerie...black and hot pink...side ties. You reach forward and untie the silky ribbons; ripping it from between my legs...I feel the silky material whip between my legs, mmm. A little rough, and that's good...you push me backwards on the bed. My legs, still in my stripper boots, latch around your thighs, cro...
Danny was setting a cup of tea in front of where I sat on the couch when someone knocked on the door. My hand flew to my can of pepper spray that was next to me. Danny nonchalantly strolled up to the door and opened it without hesitating. "What the hell?" I demanded, before I saw who walked in. Then I really scowled. "Danny, what the fuck? You called him?"...
For my muse... Where do we begin tales of the unbelievable? In the beginning, with the believable, I suppose. He met her on the Internet, the preferred communication of the new world, connecting all corners of the planet, all manners of being. They had a lot in common and shared a juvenile, silly and depraved a sense of humor. They both liked similar book...
I wanted it to seem like I was doing it for him. And of course I pretended I was curious so it would look like it was for me. But really, I was doing it for her. I was going to have anal sex (um, get my butt fucked) for Melissa. It was my punishment for ruining her dress. For being so bad. I decided to wear one of my get-laid outfits which, truth be told,...
I work as a Night Dispatcher for a small Trucking Company, Not a bad job, The office is all mine for the nights, and it’s usually pretty boring. I brought a small TV/VCR combo to keep up on News or watch a Tape, even porn now and then. Around 2 AM last Sunday Morning, one of our female drivers pulled in pitching a fit about her truck. “It’s a piece of Shit,...
I met my second wife when she was still at school, a decade or so ago. Kelly was sweet sixteen back then, an A-Level student, I her English tutor. Happily married as I was at the time, the gangly schoolgirl barely warranted a second look, though would later confess that she wanted me from the moment our eyes first met across a row of desks. It's funny how...
The sounds of the soft snores of the kids as they sleep in the tent are intertwined with the sounds of crickets chirping and the faint cry of a loon as the sun slowly and reluctantly gives off it's last bit of light as it disappears behind the horizon. We have our arms around each other as we sit on the beach beside a fire, warm, happy and very content after...
"Have you been a good boy, or a bad boy?" Her throaty voice in his ear gave him an immediate erection. He was naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the chair he was sitting in, and he could hardly wait for what was next. Last week had been his first time to the Pain Game – a BDSM club one of his drunken co-workers had babbled about a few weeks ago. They h...
I used to spend a lot of time at the beaches in Malibu. Turquoise-blue waves, white sand, gorgeous surfers with bronzed bodies and Sun-bleached hair. It felt so good to be surrounded by other beautiful people! We played volleyball, swam in the ocean, made sand mermaids and hung out at random little spots along the PCH. My friends loved to have fun and knew p...