She made me beat off again. I felt like an idiot, kneeling there in the kitchen while my wife and her mother enjoyed their beverages. Pants around my ankles, holding my balls and presenting my hardening dick. "See? He gets off on doing this," my wife said mockingly as my member surged to full erection. The shame was making my heart race. Mrs. Landtree's c...
Not a poem, not great literature. No attempt at either. Just... hmmm... Just how I think. Sometimes... you know, sometimes, I do, I just want to fuck. Please, don't get me wrong. I mean it's true, I love to suck and to stroke and to lick and to bite, gnaw, nibble, to grind, rub. But truly? Yeah. In all honesty, sometimes I just want to fuck. For now I a...
Chapter 9: The Strip Club Battle "Katie, get dressed," Ryoko says, carelessly tossing me a bunch of clothes. Puzzled, I pick the bundle up. It's an outfit consisting of a very skimpy tube top, a skirt so short it's practically a frilly cummerbund, and a pair of thongs. "What the hell is this?" I ask angrily. "And get out of my room!" This is where I spend...
Over the days after their cockfight, Darren and Kevin actually patched things up a bit. Me and that bitch though, we've still got an issue to settle. I sent her a text admitting it was my mistake to try and beat someone with so much more experience than I had and how it must feel satisfying to know that giving it away so often to so many guys finally paid of...
Disclaimer: While this story does contain truthful tidbits, it does not necessarily reflect the actual happenings of the Voodoo, Hoodoo, Voudun, Santeria, Yoruba or Ifa religions. For more information on this, or for a book list, please contact the author. ************ The large room was filled with curiosities. On the dirty walls hung all manor of memora...
The room was heavy filled with the smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat and a miasma of heavy perfume and cologne. It was dark; you could see the city lights through the open windows. Blue lights shown on the band, with a soft yellow spotlight in the center that enveloped them all. Crowded, loud. The band was playing hot. Fast jazz swing and sultry, slow torch...
She was screaming. She was yelping. She was howling with unabashed, unrestrained, almost agonised delight, her back arching and her hands clasping my head as I continued applying the fine art of cunnilingus even as she came. And she kept coming, because I gave her no rest or reprieve, until finally her cries were sufficiently coarse and ragged; I decided to...
Dear Shoeblossom, I hesitantly taped this over dinner, but I knew that anything Phryne said was usually pretty hot and erotic, so taking that chance I did. Of course I was also worried she'd catch me and beat the crap out of me there in the restaurant, but as Norman Mailer said once, "Culture is worth a little risk" right? Robin Timsdale "I looked up your...
African American Doctors Rod Pierce and Dr. Hyram Tailsman have become the world's leading authorities on the sexual advancement of white women. Together, they run the White Women's BBC Clinic, a cutting edge facility, where, with the help of the dedicated nursing staff, and a group of capable young black men, they seek to unravel the mysteries of the white...
I didn’t know what to expect when Natalia and Sara came through the door, half an hour later. They were both dressed in rubber. Natalia had a short rubber top and a rubber micro-skirt; both red, tight red rubber stockings. Sara had the same top, but rubber hot-pants with a zip down the crotch. Both wore latex gloves. Natalia wasn’t wearing any panties. S...