Today is Sunday. It's noon and I'm sitting on my steps waiting to be picked up. All of this has happened in only a week. At last week's college graduation party my brother and his friends asked me to do a scene with them. They wanted me to play a slut who would be crucified for her sins. This required a victim, hopefully young, hopefully physically attractiv...
passion / păsh'ən / n 1. A state of strong sexual desire or love. 2. A strong liking or desire for or devotion to some activity, object, or concept. fruit / (froot) / n 1. An edible, usually sweet and fleshy form. 2. Result; outcome. American Heritage Dictionary Fifth Edition * The Passion Fruit is an intriguing and mysterious fruit with a number of...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Alexa Bliss, Bayley, Nikki Cross or Sasha Banks or any other former or current WWE diva. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Sasha Banks was so jealous of Bayley right now, and she hated herself for it. Alexa Bliss wasted no time in announcing herself the new Alpha female of...
"Johanna, skip class with me, we'll go for a walk." I knew she'd blow me off, but I asked anyway. "I'm not gonna ditch math." It was only the second week of school. A little over two weeks since we made out at the Labor Day carnival and watched the fireworks together. "Have you ever ditched a class?" She closed her locker. "Yes, a bunch of times." I smile...
The Café Charmate was placed off a side street. Out of the way of the main street and directly opposite the Raven, the town's Goth and fetish bar, it attracted an exclusive sort of customer. There were six small cast iron tables, with two matching chairs at each. A dark haired waitress leant on the counter next to the antique cash register. Classical music w...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter masturbates himself while watching his shapely neighbor cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgown. Bill worked long hours as a desk sergeant and wasn't always home to care for such a beautiful woman. As far as Walter was concerned, if Tiffany was his wife, he'd never leave her side but realistically, he'd...
If you read my story, A Little Help for a Friend, you realize my wife and I used a three way to help a friend get back to having sex again after a tragedy. That friend, Julie, wanted to take us to Key West on a wild sexual adventure. All I needed to do was two expensive bikes for her; one a very expensive carbon fiber triathlon bike and the other nice road b...
We head out in the car, the bags packed by him, makes me assume we are spending the night out. It is our anniversary and thoughts of candle light, a hotel room and champagne fill my mind. His cologne is driving my mad with its sweet yet musky scent drifting over in the car. i plant a kiss to Master’s neck and inhale deeply . He smirks and chuckles softly as...
Finally, I feel like I am where I belong. Picture this, if you will. A big and tall, muscular Black man clad in a pink tutu and frilly White panties, my face fully made up and my lips properly rouged. I am kneeling before a six-foot-tall, slender red-haired White chick and sucking her strap-on dildo. My Mistress Amelia Heinrich smiles at me as I suck her dil...
To have finally found Him. He is my God on this earth, my holy representative of all I desire. Tall, strong, so masculine I catch my breath. I mustn't look directly at Him, so I gaze from lowered lids as He sweeps towards me. He is oblivious to my discreet stare, I know that in His minds eye He has visions to send us both to Hell. And I adore Him all the mo...