This story uses the characters of Sam and Dean Winchester from the Supernatural TV series. I do not own these characters (damn, but I wish I did!). * Ruefully Dean tugged at the handcuffs neatly chaining him to the pipe. When was he gonna get smart and start carrying paperclips? He could see Sam sitting with his hands cuffed behind him around a pole, his...
This is another entry out of my Blackcock Diary. I hope you like it. Keep the letters cumming. As I drove my kids to school in the morning, I noticed how ugly my yard was compared to my neighbors. As I drove home, I noticed two black males (wearing jeans, t-shirts, and work boots) doing some gardening around a local gas station. I pulled into the station an...
I take a moment to catch my breath, grinning inanely at you as you slowly undulate on the blanket, eyes closed and moaning gently between heavy breaths. Your chest heaves up and down as I watch, dew gleaming in the moonlight. I settle in close behind you, wrapping myself around you like a shroud. I nuzzle into your hair, and breathe deeply in, then out in he...
I came in from doing yard work, sweat trickling down between my breasts. I was out of breath and exhausted. After getting a glass of cold water from the pitcher in the fridge, I headed to the bathroom to shower. I stripped down to my panties and tight sports bra and camisole. Turning on the radio, a techno beat with a smooth female vocal filled the room. S...
Vicar Jones is glad he will be able to remove his heavy black robe and white collar soon. It is very hot. His church picnic in late June is held in a grove of trees in a private park beside a lake. Usually a brisk breeze blows off the lake, but today little wind stirs the branches of the tall oaks and aspens. He has given the blessing and the picnic lunch i...
My work colleague Sharon had been known as Miss goody two shoes for five years now, but after the relief of ending a failed marriage and a change of work roles, she had become sexually attractive - and available. In an hour we'd gone from me unavoidably peeking both down her blouse and up her skirt, to her teasing me about it and eventually I'd licked her t...
We had met at the grocery store. "OMG it's my yoga teacher Mike" your sister squealed, "You need to meet him!" and she ran up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was tall, white, slim, grey hair at my temples and in my beard. I was wearing a dark suit and a big smile, my hand almost on your sister's ass while she pecked my cheek and hung her arms ar...
There was a mountain to climb. And we were going to climb it. A short hike through the forest would bring us there, a striking granite cliff face—a little-known climber's gem in Bourgogne, France. Mark and I had planned on reaching the summit by noon to enjoy the sight over Vieux Château and the countryside. But plans change... Mark licked my pussy. Gagg...
Hanlan's Point is a convenient nude beach for me to visit from work. Just a short ferry trip to the islands from downtown Toronto and you're naked! It is predominantly a "gay" beach where the guys like to strut their stuff but that's O.K. as they seldom hit on me. There are only a couple of months in the summer the weather is suitable and the water of Lake...
She waited, hands bound together at the wrist and belted at the waist so the only thing her slim digits could reach was her sex. It was uncomfortable, but it was part of the deal she had struck with her lover. The footsteps down the hall indicated he had come, and she trembled a little in anticipation. The door swung open slowly and they entered. Her lover,...