Chapter 11: Gabby turns 18 Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental....
I lead you both through the hotel lobby and back to the elevators. As the quiet carpeted bustle of the main floor floats past you check yourself out in the mirror, eyes glancing over at your friend. The friend is younger, big hips and breasts contained in a tight white business shift. You've known her casually for about a year. She's nervous, biting her lip,...
I love the morning, sun shining so brightly through the blinds. It makes the most interesting patterns on your body. Lines of dark shadows crisscrossing the suntan of your skin, and each time you toss or turn it creates another picture. It doesn't take long for the light to wake you up, and always in such a cheerful mood, smiling and laughing. You leap out...
Erotic Fencing Lesson #4: The Challenge The sun was setting upon the salle. Ed, the fencing coach, was ready to call another night of practice when one more student was still left to teach. Trish stood before him in her white breeches showing the athletic calves off then looking up seeing her 36C breasts push through the smooth fabric to her dark complexion...
I'm an ass man. Always have. Always will. I just love a woman's taunt, little ass. I have nothing against breasts. They're beautiful too. Smooth mounds under a top with a teasing neckline. Or their fleshy orbs rolling and jiggling as I thrust myself deep inside her again and again, her legs spread in welcome. But there is just something so special . . . so...
She had seen him a few times before in the local Swimming/Sauna, and was hoping to maybe bump into him today. In the communal changing rooms Lucy was changing into her black bikini, having to rearrange her top so that her ample breast would fit snug into her bikini, once Lucy was comfortable she pulled the curtain of her changing room to one side, stepped o...
As I walk in the door of our new big beautiful house after a long day at work, you meet me with a glass of wine, soft music playing and what appears to be an empty house. As you kiss me and give me a hug you blindfold my eyes. You whisper in my ear to follow your lead. You guide me through the house, up the stairs and to our bedroom. Once in the bedroom you...
[10:00 p.m., house of Brett Kavanaugh] The master bedroom door opened suddenly. Three women entered, then locked the door behind them. Brett tried to avoid screaming. He didn't want to wake the children, who were asleep in their own bedrooms. But with a good deal of menace in his voice, he snapped, "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"...
OK, so I can't begin to tell you how many times I get emails requesting the rest of my wife's experience, After Darts. Well, here it is : How my Wife Became a Submissive Slave Girl She told me about all this, after she came home one night after a weekend away. I thought she was on business, but then realized that she was fulfilling her slave obligation. Th...
Valentine's Day was Saturday this year, but he had to work, so she decided to sleep in. When she woke up around 10:30am she went downstairs, still in her pink flannel jim-jams and wolf slippers, to make herself a cup of tea. On the kitchen counter was a vase filled with daisies - one of her favorite flowers, second only to Dandelions! Next to the vase was he...