Thanks for the comments on the previous chapter – hope that you like this one. As stated in chapter one, all names are fictional. _________________________ He had only been dozing for a few minutes, but came round to the luxurious feel of her hand caressing his shoulders. He gazed at the tender movement of her fingers and rested his eyes on her wedding ri...
Veronica awkwardly stumbled forward, she was wearing eight inch high heel shoes, they were clear and made out of some sort of plexiglass and uncomfortable on her feet. On her legs were fishnet stockings. Veronica's ass was covered with what looked like a leather bikini bottom. Veronica's stomach was bare, her breasts were covered in a leather halter top. Ver...
Cleaning my closet is such a tiring task. I have to take out each individual piece of clothing and make sure it fits, and if it doesn't, then I usually force it to. I wonder what's in the back...Oh, my god. All my old clothes from my gothic phase! Hah! These are hilarious. Who wears this shit in public? Wow, a fishnet shirt. Hm, that could be interesting. I...
They had an understanding. Tonight, she wouldn't resist him. He would drive to her apartment; he would come in through the unlocked door; he would find her in bed. There, a few things were definitely expected. For one, he was going to force his ex-girlfriend to give him a blow job - he was going to mount her face, and treat her like a certain type of girl....
He sees her there...all dressed in black, directly across the room from him as he enters the party. "All dressed in black," he says out loud, "if you called dressed...a black hooded cape, a black mask, a black skin tight body suit and black fishnet stockings with black five inch stiletto heels." Embarrassed for allowing his internal dialogue to be said out l...
I felt you come up behind me and rest your hands on my hips. Pulling me into you, grinding your hard cock against my ass, I sighed deeply... you always new how to catch me off guard. I knew what you wanted, your cock planted deep in my ass, there was no mistake in your firm grinding. As you continued grinding, I felt your warm breath on my neck. You could sm...
There were few people Dinah Lance, the Black Canary, trusted, loved, and respected more than Zatanna Zatara. The same Zatanna that Dinah knew as a teen, growing up. The same Zatanna who was almost like a sister to her, and shared everything. And the same Zatanna who was currently thrusting two fingers into Dinah's quim while intensely sucking on her swolle...
My freakiness actually started in High School and someday I will revisit that, but my stories right now are going to begin when I was 39 years old. If it matters, I am an average/decent looking Hispanic male with a 7" cuck cock. At the time of this story I was in pretty good shape physically with a smooth fairly well defined chest. My stamina has always been...
Sasha led me to the hotel suite bedroom. When we approached the doorway, we stopped and began kissing. She lay one hand on my shoulder and the other on my crotch. Her kiss and touch made me rock hard. She stopped kissing me and informed me that this was where she was going to fuck me. "This is the bed that I'm going to fuck you in. Does that turn you on?"...
The petite naked figure pulled the nun's habit over her red-scrubbed flesh, shrugging her narrow shoulders to accommodate the starched coarse black fabric. She cocked her head to let the stiff outer layer open, allowing her short straw colored hair to emerge as though she were being reborn into this austere life every morning. Rummaging through the top dra...