Note: I have experienced this. In skilled hands, it is very difficult to hold still and not moan. My mistress is nude and sitting comfortably with a glass of wine and a pad of paper on the table. I am standing nude and of course erect. Mistress has cuffed my wrists behind my back and attached a chain that is affixed to my collar. I cannot move my hands more...
Chapter Four: Berry Popular East Texas~ Dogs enjoy their snouts in the wind, out the side of a truck fender, out a car window or at the nose of a boat whipping across the water. Gives them a thrill that's equivalent to our encounters with the Ferris Wheel or the Spinning Tea Pots at the county fair. I have had many dogs in my time and they all seem to enjo...
This story contains scenes of unfaithfulness. If this offends you then please do not read the story. Jules closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of cool champagne trickling down her long stocking clad legs, closely followed by warm lapping tongues that seemed to take forever to lick at every last drop. This was sheer ecstasy and she did not want the mom...
The following is a fictionalized version of several real time sessions. A bow and tip of the hat to editor extraordinaire CW. *** I'm led into the room and told to remove all my clothes. The room is small and empty, save for a simple twin sized bed consisting of nothing more than a frame and mattress. I'm made to lie down on the bed; my wrists and ankles...
My strongest fantasy has always been to see my wife with another man. One day as we were lying in bed recovering from a rather strenuous bout of sexual activity she asked me if I had any sexual turn ons that she didn't know about and I told her that I did and then I told her what it was. She laughed and said, "As long as you realize that a fantasy is all tha...
The events and conversations in this story are true. It happened in the mid 1960s. The names have been changed. * It was a Monday morning and I was sitting in the company cafeteria with a group of engineers drinking coffee before starting our day. Looking across the room I noticed a mature, sophisticated, well dressed woman. She looked to be in her late...
Nearing the end of a sunny day in mid June somewhere west of Chicago on I-80. As the Ford Flex continued its long journey to Las Vegas she changed the radio from the fading FM channel they had been listening to, over to the music they brought with them. Selecting a sultry tune by Ali Farka Toure and Ry Cooder she shifted in her seat, closed her eyes and felt...
Disclaimer: I tend to float all over the map, so bear with Me on that, and have patience, please. When I write sometimes, it's more free thought writing, not organized, and things tumble out. Regardless, it's all raw and from My soul, heart, mind, body, and spirit, as they all speak when I write. (Sometimes all at once, and it's distracting........hee hee)...
I walked up to the end of the laneway. On either side were high red brick walls with blue-star vines hanging over the tops. A narrow strip of well-cut lawngrass travelled up on one side of the lane, and a two-paver wide footpath travelled up along the other side. It was a little cloudy overhead. And pretty cold. I was wearing a long sleeved two-ply cashmer...
I woke up with the beautiful sun shining through the windows and Juliet's mouth on my cock. I saw her head bob under the blankets as she swirled her tongue around the tip and plunge back in until she was deep throating me. I was still dazed from sleep as I reached under the covers and fisted my hand in her hair. "Fuck," I groaned. She swallowed my cock...