My wife Jane and I have been married for nineteen years. We have had a very satisfying sex life for most of it. When we first got together, we fucked at every possible moment. We fucked in public parks; we fucked in our backyard where neighbors would be able to watch us. We fucked at least once even twice a day. This went on for about the first seven years o...
Morgana lay on the floor, her orgasm over, she felt satiated somewhat, and yet, also humiliated. Especially when the Melissa person entered the room, glancing down at morgana, more out of disgust than anything it seemed. Morgana averted her eyes, and removed the flogger from her sex, unsure where to place it now, she looked around. "Just drop it there on th...
Hi! It's me again here to titillate your senses with another story. I'm SO VERY SORRY that I've been absent without writing anything but it has to do with being uninspired as well as busy as hell in my life. Thanks for being such loyal fans. Vote for my stuff. Mail me your thoughts! Ps----what would u think about my opening a pay site that featured new stori...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. (Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds,...
Jill was nervously waiting for the cab driver to pick her up in front of her house. Jill had the required maid outfit on. The trim 5’4” redhead felt foolish. Her Mistress has been very precise about what was to be worn, and when she was to arrive. She was already running late. The outfit was the usual maid outfit. The bodice coming so low in front that most...
Look, I know what people are going to say. They're going to say that I'm deluded. However, I see myself as a thinking woman with a proactive approach to life's problems. My name is Shamika Dawson. At five-foot-seven and one hundred and eighty pounds of curvy, jet-Black, busty and big-bottomed Black womanhood, I think I'm alright. This story's feisty heroine...
After breaking up with Ana, my girlfriend of eight years, I spent a lot of time reflecting on what I wanted to do with my life. Having met each other at 19 years of age I missed out on a lot of the usual university "experimenting", and for the most part had lived a pretty textbook life. I had a decent job, a nice car, and spent most of the weekends with her...
She scrambled frantically to tug her clothes off, the empty house warm and inviting. She'd lit the candles in the hall and set the stereo to play his favorite calming music, just as he'd trained her to do months ago. She hopped past the bedroom doorway, her leggings stuck to her left foot and she almost fell onto the perfectly made and imposing four poster b...
Angel looked at the sleeping man tied spread eagle on the futon and thought about how she had gotten him there. Every weekend she got together with a few friends and played poker. Becky used to pick on Angel saying she needed a sex slave. So when Casper had agreed to play strip poker Angel decided she would follow Becky's advice and see what it would be like...
As Polly Menard and her girl friends disappeared into the lobby, the mayor of Johnson took Romy's arm and escorted her back to the stage, plunking her again in the seat beside him to watch the next show in the Summer Fuck Festival. Before I had time to reflect on what the next act in this festival of sexual excess might be, the sheriff and two deputies appea...