"Good evening, Serena, how are you?" Suleiman Machar asked the lady in his rather pleasant baritone voice. Serena silently observed him before replying. The tall, dark-skinned, ruggedly handsome lawyer stood in his office, looking at the City of Ottawa, Ontario, which sprawled beyond the window of his eleventh-floor office on Bank Street. The place looked de...
Colonel James "Mack" MacKinnon reclined comfortably in his office chair behind his desk, a cigar in one hand, and a television remote in the other. His office was large, but had a sparse simplicity to it. There was very little furniture in the large office other than his heavy oak desk, and two leather chairs for guests to sit across from him. On the walls o...
I love that feeling of putting on fresh, crisp, lacy panties. They hug my bum so nicely giving me a beautiful curvaceous rear. Well as beautiful and curvaceous as a guy's bum could be. No matter how much I tried, I could not get that firm, round butt like Laura has. Anyway, I had just finished cleaning the house for Laura. I took a long shower and carefull...
"They have five couples signed up for the Hawaii holiday, I really wish we could afford to go with them," said Niomi. Jack, her husband replied, "The others got in to this complex long before we did and they have much smaller mortgages." "I'm thinking of an exclusive fundraiser, just the other couples." Niomi and Jack, in their mid thirties, had been toge...
Hi. My name is Emery Wattles. I've worked construction all my life and I've got the build to prove it. "All my life" happens to be only forty-four years old right now, but I plan to live a long time. I made enough money doing construction that I only do it when I want to now. I do a lot of consulting and a lot of training, and I do a lot of it on sites, so...
Monday has arrived. I bounce out of bed, showered and sprayed my favorite cologne more heavily than normal. I am looking forward to speaking to Yulia. Maybe progressing my perceived friendship with her and then...maybe. When I got to work at the usual time of 6.15am, Jess greeted me as always, but this time she told me Yulia is no longer working here, as sh...
PART 1 The beast raged against the chains. It was more an act of boredom then escape, the likelihood of that at the moment was unfortunately low. He felt cold. Everywhere after he'd been taken from the ship was cold. A breeze brushed its way through the beast's knotted and folded skirt. He emitted a low growl. The air tingled his bright green scales and wri...
Leonard James "Buttweasel" Crabthorne was out on the prowl, and he was hungry for butt. Not a day went by when he didn't want to slip his crafty old sausage up some craven sphincter and today was no different. Wearing his best wig, a fine pair of stalking boots and a giant poncho, he was a visual education in magnificence. On entering his favorite drinking...
Monday "Darling? What is this?" Such a beautiful soft voice. "Huh? It's the butt plug." "No, Darling. It's YOUR butt plug. I bought it just for you. Your butt plug." "Er, right my butt plug." "So? Why?" "Well, er, I'm going to work. Right? I mean as soon as I'm home tonight. Right?" "Sit for a moment Darling." He sits on a kitchen chair. Judy stays s...
As Salam Alaikum, people. How are you? Ayaan Ismail here. Everyone's favorite naughty Somali gal, college student and part-time cleaning lady. Got another wicked story to share with you kind folks. My boyfriend Adam Stephens and I decided to leave the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and spend a few days in the City of Montreal, Quebec. Just call it our holiday if y...