Masturbation on request or miss the World Cup Semi Final? I humbly chose the latter and apologised. Thinking that was enough. Thinking it such a small oversight. But Prim took it as a major slap in the face. It was Her cock and She would not be denied by a mere football match, even if Her orders to me were to do it in a sleazy pub toilet. I still turned up...
Author's note: This story has been written at the request of Jen. She does exist, lives in Louisiana, and Uncle Jimmy also really exists. However his shenanigans are purely the figment of Jen's very fertile imagination and the author's wayward sexual deviancy. Jen wants a slow build up in the story, so what Jen wants, she gets. I need to point out that thi...
Edited by angelicsounds That Deborah found herself alone for the Christmas holiday was nothing unusual. Her roommates often invited her to join any one of them for a nice two week break between college semesters, but she just as often turned them down. She wasn't being rude at all. She thoroughly enjoyed Marta, Ann, and Sonia. The thought, however, of curli...
The lights in the bedroom suddenly dimmed and an eerie silence fell. I even stopped breathing for a bit. I sat on the bed, pillows stacked behind my back. Just as the note had asked me to do. A small light illuminated the dark corner of the room, by the bathroom door. ~~~~~~~~~ A flash of the note in my e-mail just that afternoon shot through my mind. PJ,...
Once upon a time...he didn't leave her in the hotel alone...he stayed back and slept in her bed, apart but in the same bed... And when she arose to get ready for breakfast...she nudged him to wake him too...so they went down to the hotel lobby to have tea, she and this exotic rasta...and the waitress ask him how he was that morning, and he is so happy...and...
The smoke was beginning to really bother me. The way it hung thick in the air, like some gray fog, was the same way it was hanging in my lungs. The painfully loud sound system pounded the beat into me. If I'd been less disoriented by the atmosphere, or if I'd found anyone to dance with, I might have actually enjoyed the rhythmic asphyxiation. I found my way...
I was minding my own business. By that I mean I was stroking my cock, lubed up with lotion and trying to keep the beat to the music for my new Cock Hero style video. It had started as a fascination and a challenge. Could I last the whole time with those beautiful women on screen as I stroked to the beat meter? Suddenly I heard a gasp and I quickly turned ar...
Eric and his sex slave wife Tanya Marie enter the master bedroom; they are both naked. Her best friend -- who is also his sex slave -- Victoria Alisa stands up to greet her Master; she too is naked. He ordered Vickie here earlier to prepare the room for this evening's sex games. Although Vickie has been living with and having sex with the Master and his wif...
The club is packed with people enjoying the night. The music rages on and on, the dancefloor is packed with people paying worship to the DJ. The beat of the music is hypnotic as I watch you dance. The song seems endless and you move with every beat. I lay my drink on the counter and walk towards you, moving through the throngs of people to where you are movi...
I can feel the music pounding through me tonight. My heart is a drum beating a rhythm of passion as DJs spin out songs of lust, love and revenge. I've just moved here and I've come to this club alone. New to this strange place I know no one, but under the influence of beats and rhythms, all barriers are cast aside. We are as one. Someone's watching, someone'...