I knew that Salinger wanted me to take the sexual lead more often; to be more creative, more aggressive. But I also knew that when I was he would usually pull back; mixed signals that infuriated me. I would get turned on, get inspired, try to execute that inspiration on Salinger; only to have him pull back on me, leaving me feeling rejected and downright shi...
I rested well last night. I usually do, ever since my ship was captured. Seriously, I can't say they have ever mistreated me, but they do work a man hard. It got a lot easier for me once I got assigned away from the mess halls and cleaning details. Would you believe it? Yesterday I actually got my permanent assignment to the Arcade -- yes, on one of the mach...
James felt as if he was going insane. It was summer, the sun was shining and he was at the beach ogling girls. Tits of all shapes and sizes surrounded him, wrapped in bikini tops, one pieces and other pieces of fabric of varying coverage. James' heartbeat pounded in his ears and throbbed in his crotch, digging a furrow in the sand beneath him. He was lying o...
When I married my wife, she would have already been considered a busty woman. She was a full double D on a medium sized frame. I regarded myself as lucky to have those big boobs to play with and I won't lie and say that her boobs weren't one of the factors in my desire to marry her. They were actually a pretty big factor because Liz was never a stunning beau...
She'd had her asshole licked by drunken frat boys. Drunkenly youthful men who'd lined their heads up behind her ass like animals at a trough, their tongues rhythmically lapping up and down, slipping and sliding between pussy and anus. She sucked dick. Not like a priss either; she took all sorts, no cock too hairy, no smell too strong. And for the guys she...
Another "confession!" Let me fill you in. I'm Sharon, married, husband is a photographer and curator and I work as an elementary school teacher. We are quite open and adventurous in our sexual lives, but have to be very discrete because of my position. It would be quite difficult to explain if our indiscretions were ever made public. My husband has been...
Cursing himself for allowing his own under-fed sex drive and stupidity to force him into this, Koroko crept through the bushes while avoiding the skinny, thorn-laden branches, eager to get a view of a small drow outpost. For a lone human deep in the heart of drow controlled territory, this was an amazingly dangerous and foolish journey. Coupled with the fact...
Author's note: Here's Chapter Six of "Slave Girl Emily." No defecation in this chapter (well, not much, anyway). For those tuning in late, Emily (scene-name Famula) is an enthusiastic slave-girl, and Frederick is her Master. She's just met a gray-haired man who seems fascinated by her rose tattoo; the man has a slave who seems to have taken a dislike to her....
PART 3 *** "Christina!" Her father's voice was booming against the silence of the night. My girlfriend's head popped off my cock, her eyes wide with panic. Amy went rigidly still above my face. Oh, SHIT. There was a flurry of activity as both girls hurried into their nightshirts. I looked around, trying to stay calm but totally freaked out about what I...
I woke up happy as could be today is the day, I mean tonight is the night. What a rush I was going to finally get what I wanted. I looked over and mom was still sleeping and I watched her beautiful mountains rise and fall with every breath. Her nipples were hard; she must be having a sexual dream. I reached out and caressed her breast and held the nipple bet...