They were coming. I could hear their boots thudding on the floor, measured and condemning. I knew my fate would be sealed in just moments, locked within a new, far more menacing cage, now with vultures waiting to devour me at every turn. I shivered at the thought of the King's reedy little fingers poking and prodding at my flesh, his cock ripping apart my in...
"I'm not saying they are going to take the series, but I think they'll force a game seven," I said. Byron and I were sipping beers as we watched ESPN in closed caption on the bar television. Byron shook his head and smiled before he took a swig. "The Bulls are gonna put them away, my man. You can bank on that." Byron probably knew better than me. He was a...
The first time I met Joan was the day she started work at the bank. I was young then, 22 years old, full of ambition. It was 1998, South Africa was learning to be a democracy, the apartheid era was confined to the history books along with racial segregation. I am a third generation Indian that was born and raised in Johannesburg. I grew up during the aparthe...
This follows on from A Chance meeting, and is best read after reading the first installment. Polly and Andy have met up at a conference and taken their previously flirting relationship into a raunchy physical encounter. Its about to get more interesting as the games continue. * Polly and I made our way down to the bar, very aware of how aroused we were and...
After 27 years together my wife and I have always had a lively, loving and sometimes kinky sex life we both love each other beyond all doubt, but lately have been sharing our fantasies. Whilst my wife likes to fantasy she is a little shy in sharing her most inner thoughts or fantasies, so I took the lead when we were talking the other night. I mentioned th...
Baxter's goal was simple: shove his cock inside Lily, and splatter his cum all over her insides. She struggled mightily toward him; he toward her. It seemed like a lifetime ago he had first attempted the utterly useless tactic of cutting his rope with his teeth. That plan had met with sound failure. Every time he tried it. His jaw was sore from the latest...
I use to be your typical macho kind of guy; you know what I mean. The beer guzzling, football watching, weight lifting dude who sleeps with different girls and has a bad habit of cheating on good women. It's how I was all through high school, all through college, and into my late twenties. My father had been the same way and I assume I inherited it from hi...
My day had taken a most unexpected turn. I suppose it made sense, I had shaken things up. My back had been killing me. My intent had been a couple of stretching classes. The Yoga studio by the house had a class that was mostly meditation along with some basic stretching. I had gone to it twice but it wasn't offered on Thursdays. I had decided to take things...
Author's note: please don't rate/comment negatively because you hate the idea of a cheating wife. Only rate and comment negatively simply because you found the plot rubbish or whatever. Cheers :) **************************** October 5, 2008. 11:00AM. Warm morning. West-End Street. Man in red coat arguing with woman in blue dress on the sidewalk. Dog kep...
Boutique Bras continue to attract attention Yes my time employed at the Mall Boutique definitely has had it's benefits. The greatest being an endless supply of young black cock to suckle on with the reward of the tasty man juice I have come to crave. Towards the end of my employment at the boutique, Jill, the snotty store manager had become aware of my cr...