Eyes flicker at his exposed cock. I feel myself tingle and uncontrollably begin to secrete my sweet pussy nectar creating a slickness on his rubbing palm and fingers. He grabs my unbound hand and makes me reach over and wraps my hand in his around his hard thick cock. I feel my hand being made to squeeze and stroke down the length of his shaft. It had to be...
The weak light of dawn streamed in from a small opening in the thatched roof and danced golden streaks across the soft, dried grasses that padded the floor of a small beach side hut. The warm rays danced their heated caress over the sailor's spent body. The man emitted muffled cries and tossed upon the floor, the sound and movement rousing him from sleep. T...
I was desperate for cash, so I posed for a photo layout. Not a department store ad or a catalogue. A stroke magazine... you know, one of those glossy magazines in shrink wrap with titles like "Top Heavy" "D-Cup" "Co-Ed Sluts" and bright round orange stickers "XXX SPECIAL 3 for $7.99." It was a friend of a friend who offered the job. I heard the voice-mail, "...
I swear I can smell cunt. I feel like a goddamned dog, or maybe a wolf, yeah, maybe a wolf—downwind of some delicious, vulnerable prey. I don't belong here alone, this wasn't my idea, but here I am, and there is pussy everywhere. I can't get away from it. Little ones, big ones, bald ones, hairy ones—and I'll be damned if I don't want them all. I know there's...
Natalie's pendulous breasts brushed my belly. My eyes grew wide at the sight—I wanted to absorb them, to brand their image in my brain. As it were, I panted like a dog. "Am I making you hot?" she purred. Again, I tugged at my restraints. I was so tightly bound that I could barely bend my elbows, my knees. "I can't—I can't do it," I gasped. "I can't do th...
Chapter 2A: Her First Woman Blind and bound she waits. Master had stepped out after this last round of training. He had given her a drink of water before he left and then set her back up on the bed. It was different this time though. Her head was propped up with arms out and up to fullest extension; her legs were lifted straight and spread wide. There was n...
Esmeralda and I saw each other for the next few Fridays and/or Saturdays. We enjoyed a couple of nights with Pilar and we had one more memorable night with Luisa. We ate out a few times including another Sunday lunch near El Retiro, but mainly one of us would cook. We drank lots of champagne, and quite a bit of malt whiskey. During one week, I was playing...
Work's been dull today, and your mind has wandered. And today, as so often happens when your mind wanders, you find yourself deep in erotic reverie. Your office cubicle affords you a degree of privacy, and you've shifted and squirmed in your seat, squeezing and relaxing your loins, becoming aware of your own moistness. Your arousal now further fuelled, you l...
Anne felt so peaceful as she laid next to that stranger Bedouin under that big carob tree on their hike route. They were laying on a tattered carpet, which Salem, their tourist guide, brought last year in a hike with a Swedish group. He likes sitting there, overlooking the Lake of the Galilee, every time he passes by on his tours up to Nazareth. She was lo...
Author's note - this story is about desperation and wetting fetishes. If that's not your thing, this would be a very good place to stop... it also helps if you've read the first part first. ***** Kate and Sam were both having trouble walking as they left the Prince of Orange. Sam was pressing a knuckle into the crotch of her skirt to try and help contain h...