It should go without saying that the story you are about to read is fictional. But just in case it doesn’t, I would like to stress that what you are about to read is purely a figment of my filthy imagination… --------------------------- It was an unusually balmy Friday night in London. Even though darkness had fallen over the busy streets, it did nothing t...
Dawn could barely comb her long blonde hair as she stood naked in front of the full length mirror. Her hands had been shaking ever since she woke up early that morning to say goodbye to her husband Richard. Her husband would be traveling out of town on business the next three weeks which would give her plenty of time to replace the money she had lost from t...
The next steps in my summer saga from a few years ago. Once again, I hope this does not get re-classified as BDSM * The weekend seemed interminable. Not being permitted to see You for over forty-eight hours was torture. We'd only just met a few days prior but I was already hooked. I craved that raspy silken voice, those deep brown piercing eyes, and your t...
Mirror Marlene: The Crackpot Scheme "Oh, my God!" Rucker said admiringly. "Marlene Collier, you look beautiful." I stood at the doorway of the guest room in the large house that Jeremy Collier built wearing one of my husband's starched long sleeved dress shirts, and looked at the naked black man on the bed. He was certainly not my husband. For the few seco...
Hapsley Hall was a veritable maze of plush lounges, sitting rooms and bedrooms. They were decorated to suit various necessary tastes; those in the deeper recesses of the house were more boudoir like, and it was to one of these he was to be taken. Just having a naked male on a leash in the comfort of her home gave Lady Barbara a deeply erotic thrill. She had...
Chapter 11 Peeping Tom It was just after supper; as I headed to an evening class with Professor Sandra Minx. While I wheeled along the path; I could feel my manhood growing; as I thought about my meeting with Cynthia and her mother the previous weekend. The two insatiable women had worn me out. By the time I reached the building where the class was being h...
"Dreams turn to nightmares" Husband's View The next day at work was as tired and distracted as the days before. My boss noticed a drop in my performance too and asked me to stay late to finish my work. My mind was racing though from last night. I heard the sounds of porn music and I heard the bed creaking and some squeals and moans, but past that I couldn'...
My name is Diana and I'm a 23-year-old white woman now married to a famous black semi-pro golfer. His friends call him Lucky and he is. The first time I met him was a club, a country club who had a large number of pro golfers and hosts one of the best tournaments in the world annually. I was standing there drinking a glass of wine when the owner of the club...
Charlotte O'Meara leaned back on her four-poster bed, her hoop skirts tilted back and up over her head, her bloomers down around her ankles. "Put it in! Put it in me, damn you!" she screamed at the young man standing at the foot of the bed, his stiff and dripping dick pointing at her puffy pussy lips. "Yes, Miss Charlotte, I'm doing my best!" said young We...
My one and only fantasy of having another man finally came true but not the way I had imagined. I had always thought about how it would feel to have a hard cock deep in my ass, pounding in and out of me, filling my canal with hot come. Well, my fantasy came true one night on vacation when we met Sam. Sam was another guest at the hotel and we met him accid...