The following is the second of several interviews I have had with Alysin Carter, who from the first interview is a beautiful white woman who loves to please black men. -MrDeep. Interviewer: I'm turning on the recorder. You of course know the interview will be taped and published like the first interview, which I might add was well received. Alysin: I hav...
Wow! These are some gorgeous plants. They almost look artificial, they are so perfect. Click, click, click, click... Are you sure you don't mind me wearing shoes in your house? Your hardwood floors are very nice and some people are very particular about these things. No? Ok... I actually just bought these pumps. I have to tell you, my daughter gave me gri...
At eighteen years old; some would consider that she'd made some wrong choices. Others, like myself, choose to be less judgmental and see her life-choices in a larger light, that she is hopefully moving faster than most towards total liberation. Deceptively intelligent, 'dumb blonde' is only a mask she wears. Having utterly assumed the mantle of 'fuck-doll'...
The scene, a small island among the stunningly beautiful Isles of Scilly in the Atlantic Ocean off the southwest tip of the Uk, its two thirty on a warm sunny afternoon with just enough breeze to send the waves crashing against the shore and Sandra, Ponygirl 314 stands patiently admiring the view as she awaits the arrival of the afternoon boat from the mainl...
Elizabeth Moore closed and latched the door to her compartment, stowed her bags away overhead and settled into the seat. Glancing out the train window, she noted the cold gray drizzle that hung over the cityscape like one of Whistler's fogs, and reflected that an uneventful train journey was not an unpleasant prospect. She leaned back against the cushion, he...
"Did you write today my sweet peach?" A question heard as your footsteps walk down the hall to our bedroom door. You see me sitting at my desk, lost in thought and typing away. You walk directly behind me and grab each one of my breasts, pinching my nipples with your index finger crooked and thumbs. "Ouch," I cry out as your face nuzzles in my neck. Lo...
The View in the Mirror. (Mf, mod, pierce, humiliation) By ChangeYourPassword From the author: This was truly my first erotic story. Pure fiction. I hope you enjoy... *** Adele was taking her morning shower in their huge master bath. The shower stall was luxurious by any standard with something like a dozen shower heads that could spray from about eve...
Chapter 3: Prolocutum Interruptus Tina's mother, Angela Torpedowicz ran into the house in a panic. She had lost her cell phone. She had looked everywhere in her office, her car, her purse, and just about anywhere else she could think of. The only place it might still be was at home. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief when she ran into the kitchen and saw i...
About two years ago my wife and I, after four years of marriage, began to discuss fantasies we had never dared speak of before. We had spiced up the first few years by experimenting in bed with various positions and some role-play. Finally, when she asked me about another fantasy I had, I told her about wanting to be with her and another woman. As I feared,...
She stood looking at her closet, awash in a sea of pink, and red, and sometimes black but always short and tight, or frilly or sequined, or simply way too revealing. There was not a single pair of trousers, no sweatshirts or comfortable old tees, this was her wardrobe now. If only it hadn't been for his waterfall of inky black hair, his shapely, endless le...