It would be safe to say that you have the sexiest voice I've ever heard. That and the fact that you're tall, dark and, well dorky-handsome? These positives help me cope with your inability to grow a beard. Man, you would kill in a well-groomed, perfectly shaped beard. Call me fickle, but physical attributes play a huge role in one's definition of attractive....
Chapter 6: Trouble. "I hold on to avoid dizzy spells, not to imagine submission, girl." Oh shit. Me and my big mouth. He was glaring and I knew I'd fucked up. Was there ever a piece of trouble I couldn't talk myself into? Shit. I still thought I was right about Dan, and that he was too much the tough guy to admit it, but it didn't matter. I had overstepped...
Today, Beth found herself walking to that old church her mother used to take her to many years ago. After such a lustful previous day, Beth was beginning to feel the effects of social and religious guilt. She did not attend church as often as god might like - and certainly not as often as her mother had when she was living. The old church was situated in a...
Most of the time, you let me lead the way. Or at least let me think I did. Like the time we went to meet some of my friends. The night ended very early, unexpectedly. There had been some sort of argument before we got there, and they had all left, except for the one guy who I didn't really like in the first place. The whole time he was talking to me, his ey...
"Come, slave--today it is time for you to see a few things." I tug on your chain and you bow to me. Your hand reaches out, raises my flaccid penis and you kiss it as a sign of your obedience to me. Then you look up at me, your eyes wide with curiosity. "Master, your humble and most unworthy servant desires to know where she will be going." I smile to mysel...
When Donna walked through the door, Steve blinked. And then he blinked again. The first blink was caused by his surprise at seeing her there; the second was caused by her expression. Something about the way she held herself erect and the quivering chin made him think of death and firing squads. Steve's testicles retracted in fear. The hair on the back of hi...
I am Robert Earl Hughes, the World's Fattest Man. Long have I suffered under that name, but my long suffering has given rise to some good, in the form of my livelihood and my devoted children. But beyond these blessings even, I have my beautiful wife, Grace ("Grace of God" I like to call her in our quiet "pillow talks," though indeed the pillows sometimes b...
It had been a long day at work. Eleven hours long, to be exact. Delaney had only been scheduled to work eight hours, but her manager had conned her into overtime. Because of the snowstorm that was battering the city, some of the people who were scheduled to come in couldn't make it. With nothing better to do, Delaney had stayed, but now she wished she hadn't...
My mother is so beautiful. She has this cool, European look. Her father was originally from Spain, and she inherited his raven hair and beautiful hazel eyes. She is petite, around five feet tall. She is a little plump, but her plumpness suits her well. She looks younger than fifty-five. She looks like she's in her early forties. Ever since she divorced my fa...
I have an online master. He surprise me the other day when we were online chatting by ordering me to insert a candle into my cunt. I quickly obeyed and was rewarded with my mastered approval. Seeing my master's fondness for candles and trying to anticipate his future needs I decided to practice using candles in my arse and cunt. When I was alone again I ma...