Once I arrived back at the dorm from the Velvet Fist (WVC Ch.8), I checked my e-mails, but there was nothing. Disappointed, and at something of a loss as to what to do, I unsnapped the leather cock strap, stuffed it in the plastic bag, and dropped it in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Robyn had said I'd be notified, so I guessed learning to be patient was p...
"Kondo San?" I asked her, before proceeding. She shook her head, smiling. She trusted me, and was probably taking the pill. Surely, however, she wanted the big and tall gaijin male to ride her rough. It hadn't been so clear early on that she wanted to be ridden. At least, not at first glance. She'd caught me in a critical situation, at that crossroad, with...
I hope you are old enough for fairy storie’s? Hello, I am, more by luck than anything else, a Princess. You may remember me by my maiden name, Snow White. I do want to put the facts of my story right so I should start just after my father died and I was left with my stepmother. You know her as the Wicked Queen but what you don't know is that she had two son...
The mere sound of the door to the flat being closed behind her was sufficient stimulus to cause my cock to start to swell. The explanation was simple, I had learnt to associate this sound as a starter for fun, it indicated my roomie Catherine had left the flat to go to her work. It meant that I could sneak into her room and have a good rummage through her la...
"I can't believe you..." A strange mix of disbelief and something she couldn't quite identify, is what Erica Dane felt at that moment. "Kicked out of prom... Really!?" The blonde mother continued in query as she drove, her narrow eyes keeping to the wet road before her. "You are eighteen years old. Eighteen! You're supposed to be the mature one in your c...
The sound of a key in the front door roused me from my slumber. I yawned and stretched sleepily, and the tatters of a forgotten dream slipped away from my mind. Footsteps in the living room, sounds of something heavy being set on the floor, and I smiled and stretched again. I swung my feet to the floor and rose, delighted, and padded into the living room on...
After their Sunday photo shoot Tim reviewed the pictures on his computer screen. Only a few were up to his expectations. He was frustrated that the beauty and sexuality he'd watched live hadn't been captured in most of the pictures. Tim told Mary of his disappointment. He said he was going to get about 10 pictures enlarged and printed but he expected only o...
Onboard the White Queen's floating ship, Ororo Munroe was trying very hard not to lose her mind. Ever since she was a little girl, she'd been claustrophobic. Sometimes the only way she could stand a narrow hallway or a crowded elevator was to remember her power. She was Storm, mistress of the elements, and with a thought her lightning could break her free o...
Bagoas sat in the shade of a tree in the central courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah in the desert of Morocco. He was a large person, well muscled due to his frequent exercise. Near him sat his body servant and protege, Hamid, just turned 18 and learning his trade. Hamid was fortunate to be apprenticed to such an important person as Bagoas, for Bagoas was Maste...
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