"You know this isn't about you displeasing me, right? I mean I was displeased, very much so. When I saw that your toenails were not painted pink, after I fucking told you to paint them pink, I was displeased, oh yeah. But this is more because I like to do it. I should say I love to do it. But don't think that you didn't disappoint me, little bitch. And you k...
Note: Please read my earlier two posted stories if you want to enjoy this story fully and completely. * It finally happened, after many years of fantasizing on my part and over the years slowly opening up my shy, conservative wife Hina, my ultimate fantasy has finally become fulfilled. I am Junaid, and this is the true story of my wife Hina and me that h...
It was only when she emerged from the bedroom in a purple silk nightie that not only clung to her full breasts, but also betrayed the hint of a bulge between her legs, that I realised that it was actually going to happen: my fantasy of sleeping with a black shemale was about to come true. She paused at the bedroom door and smiled at me. 'You like what you s...
Chapter 12 As the days went on, I discovered Molly was really turned on by having had two guys one after the other, and we discussed the vagaries of the evening for quite a few of the ensuing nights. We may have set a modern record for days of sex in a row. In her wisdom Molly decided not to suggest Pat again, I'm sure she realized I had ambivalent feelings...
Hi to everyone reading this. Lisa again. Thought I'd continue with the sex night I had with my lovers from chapter 5. Just in case you haven't read my prior stories I started simply cross-dressing and certainly have progressed over the years. I have been undergoing hormone therapy for a few years now, have had my breasts enhanced, a D-cup, One thing I forgot...
I had been going to the same barbershop for about ten years. It was a small, bucolic, little, mom and pop shop full of housewives-turned-hairdressers that never were good enough to work in a real salon. They did the job for my ten minute buzz job, though. They also fueled my teenage milf masturbation sessions when I was going through that stage. About two ye...
Although this story is complete as it appears here, it is part of a continuing story and is better understood if previous submissions are read first. Saftman2 12: Annie E. The weekend passed with no further word from Mark and Donna, the neighbors across the street. That night had been incredible, but a little confusing because of the physical contact bet...
I arrived home and immediately threw myself onto my bed. I could not believe what I had done yesterday. My craving for big black cock was taking over. Five different black men had used me like a white-trash whore. And I loved every second of it. The feeling of their semen crashing against the door of my womb like warm cocoa on a cold winter day was the gre...
"Mistress Raven, I'd like you to meet my slave, Peter," Nicolette said. We were in a private dungeon on 23rd Street. Mistress Raven was cleaning up after a session, and Nicolette and I would be playing soon. "Pleased to me you," I said, shaking her hand. Raven was in a corset and panties. She stood about 5', 10" in her heels, had long black hair and was v...
I woke up around noon. I jumped in the shower and started to get dressed. I walk out of my bedroom in my bra and panties and made a sandwich for lunch. I sat there was watched a little TV while eating my lunch. I came across the napkin that Ron wrote on with some of his other fucks on them. The curiosity got the best of me and I decided that it was time for...