Chapter Four – Another round in the gazebo "We're not done," I said. "Remove the rest of the lace from your top." As she pulled the leather laces out, she watched fearfully as I reached into the satchel, but all I removed was her bottle of lube. I pulled down my jeans and boxers, sitting forward on the edge of the chair so my aching cock and sac hung in the...
I love high heels. I love the way they force me to lean forward pushing my chest out. I love the way they stretch my calf muscles and give them power and definition. I love being encased in nylon from toes to mid-thigh where the garter belt fastens to the stockings holding them up with a soft downward pressure on my hips. I love having my dick held gently i...
I met Brad six years ago when my family moved to a house in the country near a small farming community. He rode up one day on a Honda ATV. I had never lived in the country and I had never ridden an ATV and here was a perfect stranger showing up and offering me a chance to ride his. A few quick instructions and away I went. It was a great icebreaker and the b...
James awakens on his side with his body pillow lodged between his thighs and wrapped in his arms. His hips are rocking back and forth, grinding his obscenely large member into the soft cushion. His mind in a confused state, but its main focus is reminiscing on his recent experience with his buxom teacher. He slowly squeezes his eyes shut, biting down on his...
Dear Readers, Here is the next installment of the McKenna/Winters pack. Enjoy, KemMyst ********************** Nick returned to the compound with Lorna, Grant, and Rose. He was happy to note the bodies had been removed although they could still smell blood in the air. Darkness was falling. They went inside to the smell of food and Emily sitting at the t...
(Please enjoy my effort to entertain. Please vote and send comments. Max47) * Conference trips are a necessary part of my job. It was time again for another newspaper related conference. This year it would be in Chicago, one of my favorite cities. I was in circulation planning with a large western newspaper and had spent a lot of time in the Windy City. My...
(For additional background information, please read parts 1 & 2) When Sir finally returned, he simply stood at the end of the exam table with a hand in his pocket and the other holding a short, fat, glass of what she assumed to be liquor of some sort. He stepped closer and took a deep swig from the glass. "Spread your legs." He commanded with a voice made...
Author's Note All Characters in this story are above the age of 18. When in Rome, Be Friendly ***** Leonid Kosomov, aka "Leo", sat at his desk in the back room of the run down, empty laundromat that he used as both a cover for his illegal business interests and an escape from the annoyances of life in small town America. The room was large and contained...
So, after about a bit of a hiatus, the shemale that you love is back. Well, at least I love her. After all she is an alter ego for me. Now if I could parlay that into some cash, I’d be good to go. Anyway, it’s good to be back in the saddle, especially the way college has been getting to me. This story, and the next few I plan on writing, will be stroke stori...
"Kim, we need to talk." I said rather sternly. My wife of five years had just walked into our house. Her long dark brown hair had red and blond highlights that contrasted with her deep blue eyes. She was wearing a white blouse that showed lots of cleavage, a black knee length skirt, black stockings and high healed pumps. Turning to me she saw me sitting on...