They say that when you work with something every day you become desensitized to it. Justin could definitely attest to that. Like when you worked for a pizza shop and so would soon tire of pizza and no longer want to eat it, even at another restaurant. For Justin, however, it was porn. When Justin had first started five years ago, it had been hard to concent...
[tags: breast feeding] Our connections with friends and family are what defines us. How we handle making or stopping them defines who we are. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 24 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = (M/Br)aking Connections Shelly sat in her room, alone, trying to sort out her feelings. She'd hardly said a wor...
"DARK 02: One That Got Away CH.01" by CraigOOL BDSM -- A collared slave returns twenty years later Author's notes: Warning! This is an interracial extramarital sex story, between a single woman in a relationship with a married man. She was his collared slave with a former wife. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who li...
Anyone portrayed as having sex is 18 or older. * Apple Cove part two I flew into La Crosse and was standing in the luggage retrieval area looking for Aunt Clara when I spotted him, still as handsome as ever, looking strong, staring at me without blinking. I saw my bag as it made the corner and bent to pick it up, while doing so a large calloused hand reac...
Tears of relief and joy still streaming down her face, I carried Zoe from the hot tub back into the house. She draped her arms around my neck, watching my face the entire way. Her eyes—the way she looked at me as I carried her—told me everything. First, she was incandescently happy. Second, she loved me. No, I thought, glancing again. Maybe not love. Lov...
For a time, there was nothing but tactility. It was funny – a lifetime of being trained, often at the end of a whip and at the bottom of a boot, to touch a deeper, more ephemeral realm, and here Thale was, awash in the physical universe. He couldn't think of the future or the past. There was only the now of Venn's hair brushing against his cheek, of the sa...
Samantha, I have to say, the forty-five million quid I won on the lottery sits in my bank account like a fucking tumour. I only ever bought one ticket, see, on the day of your funeral. Like a middle finger to the cuntiverse. Pretending like I had still some fucking hope left in my soul. Instead of going on a spending spree, or a cruise, I've spent the last...
*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *This tale is a bit tongue and cheek as well as kinky, so be warned.* *To be needed, or wanted. You decide* [SIXTEEN BLOCKS OF HELL] I leapt off the ground once more to do battle. Inside me coursed the greatest energy - the greatest sensation - I ha...
Ariel has spent the better part of an hour trying out different types of shoes to see how well Brian holds up under the resolve of not being able to walk on him with what she had on the other day. It's a front to cover up how much she has enjoyed him worshiping her feet today; something she had to preemptively cut short to spare her composure. As he had pre...
We woke up late the next morning, but Lily's door was still closed when we got up to take our shower. Once Julie and I showered and got dressed, we started to make some breakfast and put on a pot of coffee in the kitchen. As the coffee started to brew, we heard Lily's door open. A disheveled Steve stumbled into the bathroom. Julie and I smiled at each other,...