She let her finger trace a path along it's length, her finger gently caressing the roughness of it's surface. Her eyes stared at it as it wobbled before her eyes and she licked her lips at the tasty temptation that was before her -- she wanted to hold it, let her hands and fingers move along it's length, to feel the warmth of its skin as her slender fingers...
If Henry hadn’t quarreled with Sara over her notion of power and domination in a relationship – which he thought half-baked – he’d never have gotten his goose so thoroughly, and surprisingly … and satisfyingly cooked. The conversation over lunch that started it all ……………. “That’s not domination – that’s just manipulation.” “No … manipulation is when you s...
In the Attic Spenlow thought of beautiful Marigold, and how she'd run her pale pink nails all over his cock as he'd been tied down. She'd be in one of her snug powder blue T-shirts, and licking her lips, tossing her long hair behind her shoulder, and he'd squirm, but be completely in her power. I'd started out with them fucking like rabbits, and then she'd...
Dave stole a glance at Lisa's naked legs which were propped up on the dashboard but quickly looked back out of the windshield again, concentrating on the next bend in the road. He'd been driving for some time now and the driving hadn't been easy. Not that there had been a lot of traffic, but the roads here in this part of rural France were narrow and curvy....
Hi guys, plain Jane housewife Veronica here. Hubby Bill has asked me to relate to you about our first time at a sex cinema. As usual get the kettle on guys it's a long long long one. As in all my other stories this goes back quite a long time, well most of our first times were quite a long time ago. We were still living on the west coast of Scotland prior t...
Author's Note: Fair warning, while the central theme of this story is exhibitionism/voyeurism, it also contains strong elements of noncon femdom, more specifically blackmail. If that is not your bag, then you will probably not like this story. Otherwise, enjoy! As always, I am very grateful for any feedback you may have to offer. Like most authors here, I ai...
Maman Brigette: a selection of entries from the journal of Gerard D'Estaing, mid-shipman on the slave ship 'Le Saphir' . Sanatorium for the Insane, Paris, 2 Feb 1788 I cursed the day that I met Captain Bernard Dugarry. What a fateful decision, made over too many cognacs in a tavern in La Rochelle, though it seemed the right one at the time. I had been disc...
Note: This story is a sequel to my previous story, "Natasha's Ploy", so I would recommend that you read that story to familiarise yourself with the premise and background of the story first, before sinking your teeth into this one. ***** Emma slipped her hand into her bra and readjusted her breast so that it sat a bit more comfortably in the cup. She had...
"Good afternoon Mr. Griffin, how are you?" I asked the tall, dark, and large cocked man who walked into my office. "I'm well thank you." He said "Good, now if you don't mind, I'd like to know what made you decide to send me your resume, without actually putting in an application?" I asked. "To be honest, I liked the company name." He answered "Ahhh... s...
I pulled into the parking lot of That Italian Place and looked for a space to park. It was a bit late for the dinner crowd, so there was plenty of room. I found a place rather near the door, parked, and headed into the restaurant. I've always liked that restaurant. It has low lights, an intimate atmosphere, and soft music that had never been exposed to Barr...