May 11, 2006, it was early morning as I drove up West 72nd Street in my ice-blue Ferrari F430. The temperature in New York was very warm that it felt like summer had arrived early. I turned right driving fast up Riverside Drive at a top speed when I finally stopped at a red light. As I waited at the light, a red Corvette pulled up beside me. I looked over to...
*** He banged on the door like a Knight in shining armor. He even went to the local Quick Stop and got some supplies. A mouse trap he could use to capture the mouse without killing it, and release it outside. He bet she'd purchased some ineffective shit, if she'd tried to trap it at all. He wanted to be Lynne's Hero. Even though she was crazy, he thought a...
This started out as a request from the one and only Busty Jessica and took on a life of it's own: Sunlight exploded like a terawatt flashlight on Smugglers Cove. It was one of those amazing afternoons that made you glad you were alive, living on the coast. A few sailboats traced sparkly paths across the bay, lucky folks who'd started the weekend early, tak...
Hey guys. Here's the final chapter of Second Time Around. Hope you like it :) As always, thanks to Mococoa. You're the bestest!! --LilMami07 * Tanner leaned in closer to her and she could feel his warm breath on her face. Samantha gave him a skeptical look before scooting away from him. "You don't have to be all up on me to talk." "You want other people...
Nov. 8 Sometimes I feel like a vampire. I make women my victims; willing victims grant you. It is the same whether I am photographing them or fucking them. I feed my appetites with them, my need to make them give in to that part of themselves that they have to keep hidden, to admit the animal part of themselves, to treat them as purely female, fucked, domin...
"Are you ready?" I ask, flicking the switch to the electric razor, bringing it on with buzzing life. The sound startles you. You were taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, with second thoughts twirling their fingers in your luscious hair. You were beginning to wonder what on earth possessed you to call me over this morning to do this thing. The id...
The walk through campus nearly killed me. I could feel myself growing more and more painfully aroused with each step, with each flirty skirt, with each muscle shirt, with every single pair of heels. It was like men and women alike were trying to drive me beyond the point of control. I had to duck behind a few buildings and stand there like an idiot breathing...
*** Please read my earlier story "Steamer Party" to enjoy this story *** Though Roma promised to take me to their swingers' party in my next visit, I didn't give much importance to her promise. Rather, her inexplicable behaviour of leaving me sad and abandoned in the Steamer Party made me suspicious. Did she talk about the Swingers' party under the influenc...
There's a crack in the sidewalk by my toe. Bright, hurtful light from the passing cars flows along the street like iridescent liquid, filling the crack with its brilliance briefly before moving on. It moves on and leaves me in the soft, candy-apple glow of the signs. The pretty signs make me pretty too; all electric blue and red... A man wearing a suit tha...
All the feedback I have received has been exceptionally encouraging. thank you to everyone who has commented. If any women are able to answer the question posed in the story, I would love to know. What is more painful - childbirth or clit torture? I opened the door, making sure the slut heard Me. Her head sort of lifted, aware someone was there, but too...