Damn, it was hot! There I was, sweat running down my forehead and half blinding my eyes, rendering the levelling staff a hundred yards away almost unreadable. I wondered whether it was worth it. I wondered whether the new community centre would ever be actually built. Whether any of the little Kenyan kids sat there quietly observing me would ever sit in a s...
It was hot. Not your average hot. I'm talking the kind of hot that you only get when you're below sea level, summertime, 100% humidity, New Orleans hot. The air is thick, the breeze is slow and you feel like your clothes are melting right off of your body. But for some reason, it draws you in. The smell of jasmine and crawfish, the electric energy, the faint...
I want to thank Wolf Vixen and my wife for catching my spelling and grammar errors. Another story that some will understand and like while others will hate it and kill me in the ratings. * After all this time, Beth knows just how I like it, bare, hot and wet. I crave that musky smell of her pussy and that special taste that hers has, as I lick up the dropl...
A true story inspired by Sue For many years now my husband has been unable to satisfy me sexually. It's not for the want of trying though, it just seems that the older I get - I'm fifty now - the more insatiable I become. We've experimented with all sorts of things; role-play, dressing up, anal sex and even a little light bondage, but nothing seemed to wor...
I'm not Catholic, nor can I comprehend why some may feel it's necessary to purge themselves to a nondescript person who hides behind a little black curtain. My desire to confess stems merely from a need to sift through the ashes and a morbid fascination to record one of the biggest mistakes of my life. By doing so, I lessen the chance of this ever happening...
Some 27.000 words about nothing. Undoubtedly that's what some will say. Hopefully others will see it differently... The basis of this story is sex trafficking. That is not romantic in any way: it's probably the lowest of all low and abusive businesses in existence, and I'm aware of that. This is mostly about the aftermath though, and with the help of the a...
I wrote the first part about how my friend and I gave my wife and his wife dueling massages. The first part of our plan, him giving my wife a massage, was a huge success. Here is the second part where we hatch our plan on his wife. If you read the first part of the story, you might be wondering how much of this is true or is it all made up. Its all true bel...
Note: My thanks to my friends for editing. ***** It was a long journey. And no trolley service. He swore he wouldn't travel with this train company again. Susie was twitchy, in expectation of what would happen that night. Naked under her short skirt, so he could smell her need, stroke her sometimes, when fellow-passengers weren't looking. Fortunately she'd...
"You remember your safewords?" "Yes ma'am." "Remember what we discussed over coffee? My rules?" "Yes Ma'am." "Good. Now strip and let me see you." She smiles a tiny smile then. A bit of mischief behind her calm, stern exterior. He doesn't feel particularly comforted by that, however. It feels like having sex for the first time as a teenager. Anxiety gna...
Warm flesh pressed into my back. The skin was silky smooth and I could feel twin hardened nubs digging into my shoulder blades. I moaned softly and scooted backwards, nuzzling into them before the dream faded. A hand caressed my hip for a moment before securing a grip and pulling my rear into a throbbing bulge. This was no dream, memories of yesterday and t...