My name is Vixen and I think that I am probably the world's kinkiest person. Who am I? well, if the name didn't tip you off, then the description will. A five-foot-eight, alabaster-skinned, green-eyed, red-haired daughter of Ireland living in Boston. I'm a construction worker. It's what I do and I love it. I'm friends with just about every guy on my crew. So...
Chapter 4 He slept longer than expected. It was probably due to the stress he was dealing with. It's not often we find ourselves confronted by something once thought of as being fiction, only to discover it was indeed real. Lost in thought he picked up the watch wanting to try it on but didn't. He liked it but didn't want to wear it, thinking he'd be maki...
Greg scrambled to get everything just right. He set up the poker table his wife had recently bought for such an occasion as this. He made sure all the hors devours were cooking properly and he checked to see that all the drinks were chilled. Once that was all checked he hurried to Jaclyn's room to prepare her outfit for the evening. Jaclyn had been plannin...
0://Pre-Production Kip's Blog: I always knew I was different growing up. I know what they try to teach you in kindergarten, that everyone is different and everyone is special. That's not the kind I mean. I don't even mean the kind of special because I couldn't hear, and I was fitted with large, colorful hearing aids before I even nailed down the alphabet....
Whilst house sitting by the sea in Cornwall. I often saw young couples and lonely middle-aged women park their cars and go for walks amongst the dunes. In the evenings when the sea was still and the gulls roosted for the night, a certain stillness prevails over these dunes; to be broken only by the sounds of courting couples or barking dogs. It was this brea...
There are times I wish I were a child again. That place where blind innocence and unconditional trust of family and friends was the norm. No troubling thoughts or confusion of the mind. A beautiful state of ignorant bliss. But with that great desire to be a grown up and do all the things adults do, we run in haste to discard our childhood tranquility. And wi...
Chapter 12: Digital Cameras Steal Bytes of Your Soul "It's a digital camera, it's not going to steal your soul. Although it might change your sexuality, so you might want to be careful there," I say with a smirk. New models are often a challenge to porn photographers, but I tend to use humor to break the ice with them. It's also important that I seem comfor...
She came to my side. “SURPRISE – talk about getting FUCKED – You are going to be royally fucked when he is done with you!” “How could you do this to me? I wanted to be YOUR Slave – If I knew you wanted me for your husband, I wouldn’t have come.” I complained “Don’t you think I know that – It is not much fun to supply him with a guy who is already so ga...
....as she stood behind her slave and pressed the tip of the huge– “Excuse me, Miss?” Miss Oatlash’s typing was interrupted by the stewardess tapping her on the shoulder. She had been writing an erotic fantasy for her lover on her laptop. She was using large fonts, so the words were visible to anyone who was nosy enough to look. Apparently, someone was....
Mike Flannigan is a wealthy man who, at the age of forty, could certainly afford to retire from his law firm with a lot of money to spend. He had always been the most driven person in his family. He was born in 1951 in Dallas and lived there for most of his life. His parents were a working-class couple, a policeman and a teacher. Mike Flannigan went to colle...