I'm less of a man than I was ten minutes ago. Pulling the covers over my face, I've closed my eyes from the world and adopted the foetal position - faced away from the source of my problems. There's no escaping it though, as her Irish accented stern words emanate from the ensuite bathroom. "There's something wrong with you and you need to get it sorted. I...
With a graceful spring, Thea seemed to soar up onto the top of her desk, where she stood with her legs apart. I knelt and gazed in worshipful wonder at the exquisite beauty of her endless, latrix-clad thighs and the swollen sex-lips above them, glistening with her arousal and pouring their lust-inducing, musky perfume into the air. She had become a true godd...
The night was quiet, and the streets were empty. Widowmaker was prowling the rooftops, on a mission from a private employer to take out a target. She never asked questions, she only asked for a picture, an address and a time. The less personal, the easier it was to carry out her duty. Not that she minded of course, she took pleasure in her work. Great pleasu...
It had been two weeks since I had left the house for the eco-challenge. I risked life and limb for the thrill of pushing myself to my absolute limit. Four days of scaling rock walls, running through the woods at night, and kayaking through water that was barely above freezing. It was amazing. I got to the top of a mountain peak and peered in every direction....
Author's note: This is the second part of my story about pimping out my bootboy, and as described in the introduction, this part was written from HIS perspective. He wrote much of it but his work needed lots of corrections, and in fact, I had to send him back to the drawing board several times. When I was pleased with his work I took it from him and made ma...
"How would you feel if I used a strap-on, on you?" Amy looked at Tim with a mischievous smile. "I don't know." Tim was a little nervous, and he looked at how nice Amy was, lying there naked and beautiful next to him. She had a petite body, and very soft skin, a tight pussy, and now Tim started to image this girl, wrapped in leather wanting to take his ass....
Finally, she returned, my beautiful Mistress, Jamie, she who dominates my thoughts, she after whom I lust despite my willful, wanton, stupid behavior. My erection grew yet more, precum dripped, the head of my swollen cock glistened. I lay strapped down on Mistress Jamie's bench. Mistress said nothing. Her coldness radiated with fury. Ironic, isn't it, cold,...
Sam approached slowly and hesitantly, staring into Vivi's penetrating eyes with a look on his face that made it clear he was intimidated by her sudden change in demeanor. A slight smirk came across her face as she observed his obedience, and she said a single word, "Kneel!" She emphasized her instruction by bending her arm slightly and straightening it out...
I had just finished teasing my new BootBoy in my white outfit, complete with the shiny white spike heeled boots I was wearing when I met him. I knew he had been dying to worship those boots from the moment he laid his eyes on them, and it must have been torture on him as we dated several times and talked about how much he loved all the sexy thigh high boots...
I'm more composed by the time Jess loosens the pantyhose leash which had become tight around my neck. Signifying things are drawing to a close, she stands and steps out of the dildo and its straps, removes her vibrator, then undoes the clasps firstly on my wrists, followed by my ankles. I'm mindful to allow the blood to return fully before I attempt to shake...