Edward has trained me well. When I spend a week every month at the slavery academy I am allowed no food that I cannot milk from the cocks of the men I serve. As a result, I have a hunger for cum, now, that will never leave me. When I'm not at the academy I work in an art gallery. Many of the clients are friends of Edwards, and I am expected to suck their ha...
After researching the wigwam dream on a website, she concluded that dreams are just dreams. They have no real meaning. It's just the brain firing off nonsense while sleeping. After a few weeks, J.C. stopped teasing her about it and they settled back into normal, friendly conversation at work. Despite how much she loved her husband and their ordered, simple...
This happened a few years ago, but I fondly remember the day. I'd been cross-dressing for years and had yet to meet someone that was a dominant type. Mostly I met men that only wanted me to get a room, tell them the number and they would stop by and I'd blow them. I passed on that. I met TV/CD's. This was more fun, as we modeled for each other, but every one...
My college was a beautiful campus of limestone buildings., located in a pastoral river town, which likely was a center of waterway oriented commerce 150 years ago when church grants had endowed the initial construction. Now, it was an exclusive school for children of the elite, and a few scholarship students like me. It also was a 6 hour train ride from the...
It was 31st December, we were all at our boss's house. All 10 of us were given chores preparing for the New Year. I was new to this as I had just started working here a few months back. By year end, most foreign workers from the neighbouring countries had gone back to have their working permits and relevant documents renewed in their respective country. Some...
Jean was lying back relaxed in the tub. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at me serenely confident. I blushed as my cock stiffened, feeling so exposed in front of her yet only a thin layer of bubbles covered her nudity from me. Maybe it was the way she'd looked so fearful when we first met, yet now seemed so confident and assured of her superiority and con...
At 50 years old, I have started to have kinky thoughts about older women. This fantasy that I am about to narrate to you concerns three neighbours of mine. Between them their ages total 200 years. They have found out that I'm a kinky sissy, but this seems to make them crave for more sexual activity. The eldest of the three Joan Harries, encourages the other...
Like everything in life, sooner or later you'll meet your match. And as those stupid cunt thoughts gnawed away at his senses, in that exact moment, he knew something about her was luring him in. Pissed off, he slammed her sturdy office door and walked back out to his truck. What was he thinking and why was he even wondering about that middle-aged slut who st...
So my wife Sue and I are in our mid-fifties. We've been married close to thirty years. Our sex has always been ok, Sue is a bit of a prude, a good Catholic girl. We've gained some weight over the years, but she has held her own. We're both about 5' 7", I'm close to 200lbs, she's in the 160's somewhere, but looks good. Nice B cup tits, wide round ass, a littl...
Harold Saint Preux is the name and sexual adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a big and tall black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston. I attend Northeastern University on an academic scholarship. I am twenty two years old. I'm currently in my third academic year at this school, studying business administration. Someday soon, I'll have my...