She wanted him badly. The way he walked, the smell of his perfume, the way his body would stretch under those white clean shirts. And those hands, those sexy hands she pictured holding her body, grabbing her ass and raising her up, lifting her skirt and entering her in one swift motion. Her boss was the epitome of sex. And he was all she desired. For a lon...
I got up and padded to the kitchen grabbing two big liter bottles of water from the pantry and came back to the bedroom. As I walked back through the threshold I was assaulted by the heavy perfume of sex. Man I could live with this scent forever! Mirabelle, my wanton babe, was on her back with her legs spread wide open with her knees bent playing with her va...
Michael and I had been having sex since the night of my 18th birthday that night when he unleashed a new passion in my life we met in the Americas bar on the high street, at first he ignored me and I new better that to say anything unless he spoke to me first. He was sat with another woman, at that time I didn't know who she was but eventually Michael turne...
Every time Colline walked into my life it was an adventure. Her tight little body and elfin face were a continuous turn on and she had an imaginative approach to sex that was both satisfying and exhausting. This particular day she was waiting for me when I finished at the office. I spotted her as soon as I walked through the door, seated at the wheel of her...
Looking around with more than a little fear, I watch as the hooded usher slowly begins moving the arm ratchet back and forth, which slowly but surely tightens the chains attached to my limbs. Each movement of the arm moves the chains only a fraction of an inch, but in only a matter of minutes my arms and legs are pulled tight almost to the point of pain. Mo...
As if it happened yesterday, I remember my first kiss, even though it happened a lifetime ago. We were both 19-years-old, almost 20-years-old. Just about to start graduate college. A little late for my first kiss, but it wasn't her first. There's nothing like the first kiss. I even remember her name, Pooja. For the life of me, I don't remember her last nam...
The name is Mitchell Jean Baatil. I'm a big and tall young Black man of South African and Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Just a guy coping with a changing world. I'm a student at Pacheco Jackson College, a local four-year school. The school was created in 1989 when two of Massachusetts two-year schools merged to become a four-...
My Name is Joe 19, Sandy 18 my girlfriend and Mary 36 the mother. Mary and Sandy lived one street over and since Sandy's father died a few years earlier, I would help Mary with different chores around the house and yard. Mary and Sandy were extremely attractive ladies. There were times when I would sleep over if there was a bad storm and the two women neede...
I never would have believed what I saw with my own eyes yesterday if I hadn't been there to see it. Had it been someone else, I probably would have called the person a liar, except in this case, there was no someone else. And I was the only one there to see it, thus no witnesses besides me. I went over yesterday to pay my mom a visit. My mom, Claudia, was...
Hey guys wingedangel here this is my first story, heads up this story will be long and if you are looking for a quick read this story isn't for you, other than that comment and enjoy!! -Angel Out ***** "Mandy, I'm telling you I saw him in my dreams last night. Every time I eat Honey Nut cheerios I dream about the Santa, but I'm not talking about the jol...