When I got to his bathroom, John had already lit candles and was in that huge bathtub with bubbles up to his neck. On the tile shelf by the tub he had laid out our 'picnic' from the deli; sandwiches, pickles, potato salad, potato chips. A Coke for me and some kind of yuck beer for himself. There was even a snifter of Grand Marnier for dessert. As I took...
She came home from work as usual at 5:30pm. He never knew her name, but only referred to her as “Ms. D.” as she instructed. Ms. D. also instructed him to wait for her on the couch, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. In preparation for her arrival, she often left an assortment of video tapes for him to watch. They were all of a pornographic nature and always w...
This chapter includes semi-forced sexual situations and will be very graphic. If you are not into the idea of interracial gay sex turn back now. *** As I sat in the back of the police car, I thought about the situation I had gotten myself into that night. Generally, I would have been a scared little bitch of being raped in jail, but now that I had been fu...
[0:16 pm] D: I wanna put my hand on your thigh [0:16 pm] D: And crawl it up your leg [0:17 pm] D: I want my other hand on your neck, pulling you closer into me [0:17 pm] C: Keep going [0:17 pm] D: 😊😘 [0:18 pm] C: Please keep going [0:18 pm] D: You feel on your thigh as my hand just gently starts running between your legs. Aren't you gonna open them up...
All characters are over the age of 18 and have fictional names. Any resemblance to a person, place, incident, planet, galaxy, or universe is entirely coincidental. ----------------------------- I stood for a few minutes outside the bedroom door. Mulling over the wisdom of what I was about to do. I felt like I was choosing between the red pill and the blue...
Inspired by jaf There she was, sitting at the bar just like she promised. I couldn¡¦t believe it. The lady in the black cocktail dress was as hot in the flesh as she was in the few pictures that induced me to meet a total stranger in a hotel bar. Granted, it was a nice hotel... and some of those pictures had stimulated some mind-blowing orgasms. Albeit, s...
Arrangements Stan studied the fellow sitting opposite nervously fiddling with his cell phone. They were sharing a drink at the Pig & Thistle Tavern on Nassau Street in Lower Manhattan. His name was Colin Edwards: medium-height, athletic, wiry, two-day beard. He looked really tired. "Sorry," said Colin, grimacing as he put the phone away. "Seems I can n...
S: Would my Sir like a massage on his ass after a long afternoon sitting? I'll use my hands later. D: Ahhhhhh... a breast massage, now you're using your talents. S: Yes... boobies... oiled up boobies actually... and soft lips along your spine as they rub against your taut cheeks. D: You missed your calling... should have been a massage therapist. You wo...
G, D and I, had been planning this for ages and Angel didn’t know a thing about it! Since getting her second job, we had been chatting about how we could give her the surprise of her life and finally, the day had arrived. We met, not far from her apartment, had a few drinks and finalised the details. We used my key to get in and knowing that Angel would be h...
2003: “Leander, What the hell are you doing?” Casey shrieked in horror. She had stopped to check on Leander’s progress with the decorating. She thought it would be safe enough to leave him with the simple task of artfully draping blue streamers around the guardrail of the roof garden. She should have been more vigilant. How had he sneaked the hugest bag of c...