"Dance, bitch dance." She was scary looking, her eyes bulging, nostrils flaring and she kept licking her lips. I wasn't sure if they were dry or if she just wanted to eat me. But it really didn't matter, since the worst thing was that she had her finger pointed at my junk -- her fucking black nail painted finger -- and I hate black nails, on feet, on fingers...
"Nathalie's home," says John as I pull up outside his house. There is a car already in the driveway, indicating that he is right about this. "Why don't you come in for a cup of tea?" Forty-five minutes later, I take a sip from the now-tepid cup. The tea-taste mingles with the flavours of Nathalie's mouth, nipples, cunt. She is bent over the arm of the cheap...
The next morning, tousled and groggy, I awoke in that disoriented state that one finds oneself when in unfamiliar surroundings. Sunlight beamed through the open curtains across my face and body and, it was only upon looking down to where my lover was draped across my lower body, still wearing his lingerie, that the events of the night before broke over me in...
It would have been after that documentary. The one with a feature on online dominance-submission relationships on Fetlife. Because before that moment in time life had been so vanilla. Marcus had been queer and had had a boyfriend or two... or three since turning 18. Well, hell, he'd been to the bathhouses since turning 20. He'd even gone as far as to create...
The banging on the door behind me was getting louder - an unwelcome momentary distraction until a flick of Bella's soft, wet tongue brought me right back into the moment. The house party raged on as I looked down into her deep brown eyes, a playful expression on her pretty face as that tongue swirled luxuriously around my swollen cockhead, purple and shiny w...
Her slow awakening in bed turned into wide eyed panic as she felt the warm naked body of a girl lying face, gently snoring, half covering her. "What the fuck!" she thought, and then the memories of the night before came flooding back. The Friday night drinks at her local bar. Meeting Alice, the girl now lying on top of her and that bloke, she couldn't remem...
Herb could sense that something was different about Tracy as she walked into the Kitchen the next morning. She had come in well after midnight from visiting with their Daughter, and after taking a shower she had sneaked in bed and rolled over and went to sleep without saying a word to him. Now as he was sitting at the Kitchen table readying the paper, he no...
The next morning I was totally hot thinking about what had transpired the night before. I had never seen Jill but tried to imagine her naked body. After a quick shower and brushing my teeth I slipped into my thin robe. I went across the hall and knock on the door. It wasn’t Milly who opened the door it was Jill. She smiled. “Good morning! Can I help you?...
Rebecca woke up early in the morning. She was already leaking milk and her sheets were wet, as was often the case when she woke up. She sat up and carefully grabbed her swollen breasts; they were hard, heavy and uncomfortable. Chris was still asleep, right next to her. His part of the bed was thankfully not soaked with milk and he showed no sign of waking up...
It was World War II. The United States had begun its war with Germany. The country was in complete chaos, with tanks and bodies and wreckage lining the cities, planes and smoke and Hell dominating the skies. The Germans, though appearing to be losing the fight against the Allied Forces, were putting up one Hell of a fight. My mission was to locate a leader...