Master, was at work. I never liked it. Being away from him for so long. Master; treats me very well. And I know; how much I mean to him. I know how much he loves me. But to see Master off to work; it always hurt. It means for the next nine hours, I wouldn't be able to take care of his very need. I wouldn't be able to serve Master, in every way. Master leave...
I'm a little of two minds about this. On one hand, I want you to be frustrated and wet and panting a little because you want me inside you, you need to come, flushed, and with a little curl of dark hair pasted to your temple because you're hot and anxious... On the other hand, I'd like you to have already come, say, twice. Enough to be relaxed, your mouth...
"You have to help us!" the man said plaintively. "We have tried every method under the sun but we have not been able to have a baby. My husband was diagnosed as having a low sperm count. Finally we bowed to the inevitable and came to the conclusion we must find a sperm donor," his wife added in support. Kevin's eyes widened in shock. "Me?" "We have studie...
Austin and Olive, married for ten years, lived in a seafront condominium townhouse, one of a terrace of twelve two story dwellings. One Saturday morning they were having breakfast on their patio when Austin peaked through the foliage and fencing which afforded them privacy and spotted something of interest. "Wow, Eurasian I would say, about ten years young...
We did not quite fall asleep after this amazing experience, but I have little concrete memory of the first few minutes after this explosion. I was careful not to put too much weight on you though. But because of our differences in body size you easily fitted underneath me, with my elbows touching the ground by your shoulders and my knees slightly pulled up....
She brought her own waterproof mascara, a rookie mistake they told her. "Let it run, drip, and marr your face. Show the world what a depraved cock sucker you are." Her approach was far more subtle. Let talent be proof, not sludge of dimestore whore paint. She was not disposable cock meat. She was a cock sucking succubus of the highest order. And the Devil m...
My hands are rough from working in damp soil for days. The chaffed skin catches on your bra strap as I slip it over your shoulder. Your breasts slip free and settle, nipples the color of ripe raspberries. I want to suckle them but gently push you down upon the bed instead. As you lay down, you open your arms and place them above your head, close to the corne...
NOTE: A fictitious couple in a retirement village in New Zealand face the first day after the final level of the nation-wide COVID-19 Lockdown to combat the spread of the coronavirus is retraced by the Government. Pleasantly lined face Edna Eccles (76) at her 'observation' seat behind a protective fine-mesh curtain of the living room window of Apartment 910...
Not the fabric ones that you choose to wear in the street now. No. A different kind. The helmet-type ones with sealed, circular glass eye pieces and a screw-on filter. Rubber ones. The ones transformed from a protection from radioactivity to a legitimate fetishwear. I used to wear masks like that once a week or so. Not for long, for 10 minutes at a time. It...
I came home after work. That morning, you had told me that you would be having some friends over. I wasn't sure if they would still be there or not, but the day had been relatively uneventful at work - nothing taxing and I wasn't wiped out - so I looked forward to catching up with your friends if they were there or just having a nice, quiet evening for two i...