Ddg Cameraman Johnny Instagram Stories

6,256 results
Orientation
Length
Source
Infinite Scroll

Maddie

by ARavenInTheNight on Jul 25, 2018
Erotic Couplings

I had to make several changes on this so I don't know how the finished process will be. The character named Maddie that will appear in this story is not the same as the one that appears in my Chloe and the Rocker series. I don't want to start another series as I'm already behind on all of them so this will be a stand alone for the foreseeable future. Feel fr...

Paint Cheaters with the Same Brush

by amyyum on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

Hi; I'm Megan. Gerald Boyton, my husband at the start of the most relevant part of this story, was only the second love of my life. My first love was Johnny James; when I was nine years old. Johnny was one of the rich kids in our predominately middle class school but he didn't act like it. He was kind to everyone and had a sparkly personality. We exchanged...

After Darts: Submissive Slave Girl Ch. 02

by theWIFEWatcher on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

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 continued: How my Wife Became a Submissive Slave Girl : Part 2 "What do you mean you can show me?" I questioned my wife. My wife just came back from a work weekend, which was really her submissive slave sex weekend. We h...

Acting Lessons

by nightvoice2 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"So, guys, gather round," Guy the director said, as he ushered us to join him at the end of the large double bed. "This is a really important scene. Pivotal, yeah? It's so important we're going to split it over two sessions. So let's go over what we're trying to establish here," he continued in his broad New York accent. He was a short, anxious-looking midd...

The Honey Trap

by YumiKata10 on Jan 20, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Short Story 3 -- The Honey Trap You can call me Karina. But that is not my real name. And though I wouldn't blame you for thinking it, I am not a prostitute. First, what is real: I am beautiful. I have jet black hair. Or, in the sun, a striking violet. It falls to my shoulders in dramatic curls when I let it. My eyes are dark green. They can appear insid...

Movie Star Gone Astray Pt. 02

by TSNatasha on Apr 17, 2018
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

*Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay in between chapters, but I hope this will be worth the wait. Thanks to everyone who submitted some feedback and kind words. This is my first attempt at writing and I hope to keep going! Natasha* ***** As sunlight peeked through the vinyl blinds of the window, a beam of light shined in my eyes, waking me. I yawned and stret...

Out of the Frying Pan

by Cromagnonman on Sep 19, 2017
Romance

"Good morning Sarah." I said as I strode through her office on my way to my own. Even as I passed her she was on her feet, note book in hand following me. It was five past nine on Monday morning, and I had just returned this morning on an overnight flight from London and was dog tired. The meetings had gone on much longer than I had needed or anticipated bu...

The Boys in the Band

by close-up on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

She had spent most of the afternoon at the beach. Her hair was golden blond with sun bleached streaks that really accented her bronzed skin. She always knew just when to get out of the sun... just starting to pink but before any burn set in. Her skin was warm & aglow and she had dressed in a pale pink tee with a low scooped neck that really accented her skin...

Blackedmerica: A Love Story Ch. 02

by eeric on Sep 15, 2017
Interracial Love

Thomas kept looking down at Joana's white bra as he made his way down the street. Does she know how I feel about her? He wondered as he came up to his house. His mother's Ford Focus was in the driveway, but his father's Taurus wasn't, so Thomas figured that only his mom was at home. Both his parents worked at the James Mosley public library in the city. Hi...

The New Me Ch. 01

by JustJessica on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I blame the wine. Well, a girl has to have something to blame, especially when she can't find a someone to press the guilt trip on. Looking back, it's hard to believe that I had no clue, no hint, that I could find such intense pleasure from such a thing. Thirty years of life, and not the slightest indication or intimation that that sort of behaviour could m...