This is Part Two of a response to Wanting You by insanewaffles. * It was not what she'd expected. Not at all. But surprises can be good, right? She fought the urge to just drop the whole thing, count up the cons vs. pros, chalk it up to weird impulse or whatever. In her mind she almost saw the itemized list against it: he was older, older than she thought...
The stone masonry began to shift just barely, sending dust and flakes down to the pavement, shimmering in the streetlights that just flicked on. The sky was a deepening violet and the moon stood upon the spires of distant buildings to the East. The awakening was atop an ancient house, built by a mad novelist whose arcane stories brought him the wealth to wro...
I came home from shopping about 10. 45am. It was already a hot day as I undressed and headed towards the shower. Feeling the water wash over I couldn't help but touch myself, I was hot in more than one way. I closed my eyes and thought back. Shall I text him? Give him that suprise that we had done a few times before. I look at my ankles, my wrists. I wanted...
We opted for the alley again. It was dark and private as any area we could find outside, and even if someone saw some dark shapes back there, nobody would suspect one of them was innocent little Rebecca. As was usual, I arrived first. Lurking in the shadows, my pulse was only slightly accelerated by the thought of seeing her. And of course paranoia of what...
I looked into my husband Andre's eyes as I slammed my slim, twelve-inch dildo into his ass. In those lovely brown eyes of his, I saw a look of complete and unabashed surrender. How I savoured that look of delicious helplessness. His ass is mine! Grinning, I raised his legs in the air as I continued pounding his fine Black ass with my big strap-on dildo. Just...
"The straps are too tight, Ma'am!" "No, they are not. Just relax and enjoy." "No...please...really! I can't feel my hands!" "Dearest! You are not paying attention to me. Now quit complaining." "Please..." moaning and beginning to cry. "Please...my feet...what's wrong with my feet?" "Nothing." Sobbing now. Then screaming. Then nothing. As blood dripped...
Chapter Seven What A Surprise? "Well, hon, I don't know about that. I really like the image but I think I'd feel a little self-conscious about doing a strip tease show, even for you." "But what's the difference between that and taking you clothes off for me anyway. You've done that lots of times," I say, my face showing my puzzlement. "Yes, but it's not t...
I don't really know what I love more, watching him sleep or exhausting ourselves to the point of sleep, either way I think it's a tie. I always seem to wake up in a state that lies between sexually overcharged and utterly exhausted, but if he's next to me I can just watch him breathing steadily and it helps me to sleep again or I just wake him up only to mak...
I've been married to my wife Dana for almost seven years now. We met at UCLA—I was pre-law, she was pre-med. She is a hot little number, as gorgeous and sexy now as she was when I married her. The quintessential California couple, we've been called Ken and Barbie among friends and family, though I must say Dana looks more like Barbie than I do Ken. She is ab...
Then the bell rang thrice; Hannah was being summoned to the Master's chamber. Apprehensively, she ascended the master staircase, passing imposing portraits of his ancestors, their stares all hard and cold. Gingerly, she knocked at the door. "Enter," his voice commanded. The chamber was expansive; immaculate. Velvet drapes hung around a big four poster bed....