Chapter 7 -- Wanting the Unwanted It was a Friday night. James had placed a gift-wrapped box on the bed and suggested it find it's way onto her body. "We're going out," he shouted from the bathroom, readying himself for a shower. Obedient and excited, she pulled the contents from the box, flinging wrapping paper about the bed and floor. Within the box was...
This instructional is not for fruits wanting to get pulverized in a blender. It's for people interested in the serious topic of personal transition from hairy to bald in the most intimate area. Also, it does not have tips on pubic shaving, as those are aplenty online, and I have nothing to add to what has been published. Finally, none of this applies to athl...
"Come on you sturdy 'ol Bucket 'o Bolts! Suns down. It's time you got moving." Isabella's audio receptors decoded Jack's blunt request and immediately executed several subroutines to bring her systems out of hibernation. Before she could even reach for the charging cable snaking out from the small of her back, Jack reached behind her maintenance chair and r...
Edited by Susurrus Early evening fell, and the entire resort felt the electric air of expectation. The events of the past two days had set the tone Steve had been aiming for: a feeling of freedom and acceptance, as well as one of hedonism and lust. As they got comfortable with their experience, most guests had become more and more public with their sex ac...
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are above 18 years old. * 38 year old James Rosenshield lived with his wife Michaela and their two children in Stockholm, the capital city of Sweden. He was the son of a real estate developer and an architect. Michaela was the daughter of an investment banker and a private jet pilot. As a consequence, they both had...
I am 6' 2" in height with short blonde hair and keep myself fit by doing a lot of gardening and lifting of weights when I am not working. I go by the name of Dave and I had been living at home quite happily for the last 20 years until the day my old man finally kicked me out of the house and told me it was time to make my own way in the world. Of course my m...
I'm securely tied to a GYN type table, blind folded, arms stretched overhead, legs in stirrups and fastened in place. There are several additional tie straps (like airplane seatbelts) in place to ensure complete immobility. There is a strap across my chest, my abdomen and my hips making my torso remain completely still. My feet are fastened in to the stirrup...
One word. "Play." Christie and I looked at each other and rose slowly...she let one arm linger on the strap of my top, and pulled it down softly. She repeated with the other strap. Soon I was stripped down to my waist, breasts exposed, nipples hardening. She came close to me and, breathing hard into my face, unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the floor....
Mads woke up in the unlikeliest of all places to her; a man's bed. The couch wasn't their only encounter of the evening. After York jerked himself off onto her back, he did his school work and went to his room. Mads followed him and because it was a rally erection, this session of sex was much longer and satisfying for her. It was strange to her how good it...
As I slowly drifted out from my sleep, fresh morning air made my nipples hard but I felt warmth spreading between my legs and slowly engulfing my whole body. I began to focus on the sensations I was experiencing. I moaned softly feeling warmth of your body against my thighs and legs. I kept my eyes closed as I felt your finger rubbing over my clit and I ten...