I often house-sit for my uncle while he is in California or Japan. Usually one weekend a month. I am always a early riser and this Sunday was not different. I enjoy to sleep with no clothes on, unless it is cold, which is unusual in Hawaii. I put on a short terry robe and went to kitchen to make coffee. A few minutes later, I hear the newspaper boy ride up o...
After Carol had gone off to bed, I quietly wheeled the bike out of Paul's garage and pushed it several yards down the road before firing it into life. As I rode home I was fuming and already planning her homecoming. The little slut was willing to leave me to live with Paul and let him treat her like a common whore, well, two could play at that game. Paul had...
After serving two years in the Navy as a Corpsman aboard the USS Haven, stationed in Long Beach, California, I was given orders to report to Field Medical School at Camp Pendleton, California for training as a Combat Medic to be assigned to a rifle company with the US Marine Corps. I couldn't believe it! I had signed up to be a Navy Corpsman and without any...
Chapter 23: Through the gates Mariah remembers In the end, it was easier than Mariah had ever dreamed it could be. The idea came to her as she examined her wrist shackle for weakness. Twisting it too hard, it chafed her skin. She continued to twist it, ignoring the pain. That evening, as Master Cassender lay on top of her, she raised her hands over he...
Hey there! How's it going? My name is Andrew Scott Nelson or Drew for short and I am a sissy white slut to the most amazingly drop dead gorgeous Chocolate Mistress ever! Here let me give you a little background on myself and my mistress before I really get into this story. I'll start with my background. I am 36yrold 6'1 130lbs green eyed submissive bisex...
"What good is a cock whore if she can't even cum on a cock?!" She lie on the tall grass beside the creek hearing the words of her master over and over. Her long grey cotton kirtle was bunched up around her hips, the bodice splayed open to reveal her creamy white breasts. She pinched and pulled at her nipples as her masters words reverberated in her head. "...
Superman didn't think about sex. It wasn't in his personality to think about sex. It had never been a subject that a super hero of his ability needed to think about. Clark Kent had thought about and even had sex with Lois Lane, but when he donned the cape and tights he became Superman. The super heroes super hero. A being with no sexual thoughts. So what hap...
Faith stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She held dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was messy. She leaned down and splashed a bit more water on her face, and used the water on her hands to pull her hair back into a bun. She unzipped her jacket, the once stiff green canvas was now riddled with burn holes and dusted with red dirt. The...
It was a fine October day, a rare confluence of Indian summer and a badly needed Sunday away from the cares of the office. The leaves had already begun to turn, and the maples' red formed a brilliant canopy against a crystal blue sky. Sandra Johnson listened to the babbling of the brook, hidden in the trees to her left, the rustling of the leaves in the gen...
Camille and I met several months ago at a party given by a mutual friend. We're both widowed, in our early 60s, financially secure, and physically healthy. We hit it off well and enjoy each other's company. Sex is still on the minds of people in their sixties, although it is not as frequently the all consuming passion it is for younger people. Thus, Camille...