My life had changed so but as I looked back it was as if this was the place I was meant to be and the life I was meant to live. It was as if I had been slowly hypnotized into doing the things I was now doing. I realized however, that I was no different than any other husband who has been married any length of time and becomes conditioned by his wife and thei...
My colleague Regina, a 31 and unmarried, sharp featured, thick luscious haired flowing to her waist, has these lips as thin as a diva's, that are very difficult to not look at. She regularly dressed in ethnic Indian clothes, and her exotic dark skin making her look like a woman with the wild streak. And I am 25, awestruck with her. We are now colleagues, tho...
All of the characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. *** When Jack showed up at Rosemarie's home for lunch, she realized that this boy is different from all of the other guys. This guy could be manipulated and she was going to make him her very own boyfriend. He would be hers. Seeing that Jack showed an interest in her, she went on a...
After spending a few hours with Chris, Amy arrived home a little after ten o'clock at night. Entering the dark bedroom she heard Brian's voice. "Oh Amy you're home early." In a whisper as not to awaken the kids, she replied, "Yes. Chris has a very early flight in the morning and I wanted to get home to you and the kids before you went to bed. I just checked...
The mule was flanked by the two victorious horsewomen, and the hanged male's journey to meet his purchaser began, his cock erect and rubbing at the silken bondage with the movement of the mule as he squirmed, his anus tingling at his divine sense of helplessness as it clenched and dilated on the stimulating plug as the two women whipped mule and enslaved ars...
Mrs. Quill timed her well coordinated thrusts with the DJs music downstairs. Her subdued victim didn’t take long to surrender. As his gushing sea of reluctant passion oozed out, she expertly manoeuvred herself to absorb him. He helplessly croaked as his captor wrenched her fleshy walls and moaned in delight. Carefully sapping his strength away. Sowing the se...
I licked the underside of his shaft. His tool was hot. It smelled like sex. It felt heavy as it rested on my wet and eager lips. I tasted the tip, trying to consume its thick and oozy coating of precum. It felt like nectar to me. His manly shaft was like demigods sword - I had to be as close as humanly possible to its might. I felt his powerful hands on my...
In America we pride ourselves on our Constitution and our Bill of Rights. We point to our heritage of freedom of religion, freedom of speech, freedom of the press and we tell ourselves that this makes us superior in some way to the rest of the world. Yes, we do have free speech. We can post pornography to an internet site without fear of reprisal. We can wr...
"I want to experience the real Jamaica. Not the fucking tourist spots. I want to FEEL the REAL JAMAICA! Know what I mean?" Timmy could tell the Long Island Iced Teas were getting to Shannen, his girlfriend, as they sat at the airport bar waiting for the girls' flight. Shannen never cursed, so the F-word unsettled him. It also sent a hot flash through his lo...
Because we are a clandestine group, there is no way of knowing just how many of us there really are. Just who are we you ask, we are the men who live lives of quiet desperation as normal married men yet yearning to be sub hubs. We want nothing more than to bow before our wives and beg to be their slaves yet we cannot for fear of losing their respect or even...