You look down on me kneeling on the floor, walking around me, watching me wipe all your come from my face and licking my fingers clean. "Tastes good doesn't it, you want more don't you, you hungry little come slut?" All I can do is look up at you, pleading with my eye sand say, "yes sir, please sir, I want to taste more of you." To this you reply, "well...
This is my second story. Anyone can contact me as well. This story is all fiction. Any resemblance to people, places, or events is purely of my own imagination. This involves a male slave, so if that's not your thing, then don't read it. Please tell me any ideas and try to keep comments positive. I know I am NOT perfect but hatred will bitter your heart. :)...
I found myself once again reading the "Casual Encounters" section on Craigslist. You know how it goes, I'd been married for 25+ years and while the sex is okay, it is kind of the same most of the time. Some kissing, some touching and rubbing then I go down on her or we 69 until she cums then I climb on in missionary or do her from behind, fun but still kind...
Dirty sex or is that really dirty sex? The difference to be honest, is often nothing more than a Johnson and Johnson wipe. With tensions high, lust in the air, it's so easy to forget the most basic of hygiene tricks that can really prevent putting a damper on good clean sex. It maybe curiosity or pure voyeurism that has led me to delved into the inner world...
Author Notes: Moonlight is a vignette, a brief sketch of a few minutes in the life of a married couple. The sketch gives no hint of why and little of who other than names. I used Mary and John for the couple and Samuel for the lover because they are among the most common names in the Judeo-Christian world. The what happens of the sketch is fifteen minutes in...
Matt sat on the sofa, waiting impatiently for Liz to return. She'd been gone for about four hours now, much longer than they'd planned. She hadn't returned any of his texts, or calls and he was starting to get worried. Just as he was beginning to think that this wasn't such a good idea, after all, he heard the front door opening and the sound of Liz's voice,...
You commanded me to dream of you. More specifically, you commanded me to dream of Ms. Debbie penetrating your round ass while outfitted with your very-own strap-on. And while I haven't forgotten your command and would have been more than happy to comply, unfortunately, I find that my subconscious still harbors too much rebellion for it to obey you. It fails...
"Well, slave, did you do as I requested?" The Goddess lay on her bed; a short, sexy top barely covered her voluptuous breasts. She was naked from the waist down. As she spoke to her slave he tried desperately to reach the place of his worship, the pussy that owned him. She kept him inches away, restricting his upward movement by the firm pressure of her leg...
This is one of the fantasy that I have about my slave and my slaves slave, one she will be going for in future. Earlier two stories, "Four hours of forced orgasm" was real as I am and it did in-fact took place, next to that story was fantasy of my slave, she is planning to visit India. *** Ok, so my slave is a bisexual and because of many reasons (except...
You're feeling so excited about this evening, it's been a fun week leading up to this night on the town. You've been chatting it up with a hot rubber guy all week, you met on a website and hit it off right away. Your boyfriend has told you how dirty he wants to be, and it's turned you on to think about some of the things he's told you. The control he's givin...