This is a partially true story, with some embellishments and enhancements out of my own fantasy. I'll allow you, dear readers, to wonder what is true, and what is contrived, where truth ends and fantasy begins. Enjoy. ;) Mistress Margo was waiting for me in the reception hall of Saint Petersburg Airport. I had been there a couple of times before, but this t...
This story is the sequel to "Some Things Are Meant to Be". It picks up right around the end of that story, so you may want to read that one first. If you're looking for quickie sex, this is probably the wrong story for you. This continuation of Melanie and Kevin's tale is inspired and takes its title from the Melissa Etheridge song of the same name. Thanks t...
My head on the stomach of the well built black man, I caress his balls and admire the BBC that just fucked my wife of 20 years. My wife Lee Anne is standing at the foot of the bed smiling. Of course she's smiling. She's just recovered from a multi-orgasmic pounding of her pussy. And that pussy belongs to Big Black Cock. I make eye contact with Lee as I s...
Who is this persistent bastard dancing with her? He seems to be getting more and more bold, feeling the rhythm of the music. How will he fare? Will he make it through the song? He fears that at the music's conclusion he will just retire back to nurse his beer wishing instead that he could come up behind her and wrap his arms tightly around her startling her...
Bukkake: The act of multiple men ejaculating onto one person's face. cumslut: A person seen as one who will do anything to receive a man's semen The quiet sound of tires on asphalt drew Cyleste and Brett into its spell. In the back of Brett's big pick-up, Cyleste's precious antique dresser was lashed down. It was the second half of a day spent driving to...
Michael sat in the chair as she entered. Powerone had described her perfectly, long black hair, green eyes, pale skin, very small hands and fingers, DD breasts and small hips. She had a gothic look to her, the black clothes standing out dramatically to her white skin. "What am I doing here?" Violet questioned, but she already knew the answer. Powerone had o...
'CRISIS' DAY FIFTEEN 'dEr Steph, SBTA not 2 hav texted U soonR. Bad signal whr we R living nw. Chris & I hav Bin so BY since we muvD. bt we R havN a gr8 tym jst az we hOpD so don't wori bout us. Hs nu job iz goin rly weL. I'm writiN DIS n a real rush. GIV my luv 2 d gang. I'll txt agen s%n. luv Jane xoxo' Jane looked up at her Master for permission. He n...
Summer had come and gone, and Diane and I had really settled into a rhythm. We had not discussed anything with our relationship yet. We remained lovers, but I felt as though she was feeling more. I hoped it was not just my desires affecting my perception. Neither one of us had taken anyone else into our beds all this time. Even though it had nearly been a ye...
Jack Spangler was buried balls deep in his stepson's tight asshole. Robby was flattened on the bed face down as Jack drove his 7+" cock deep into the bowels of the 19 year old. Robby's ass moved under his stepfather but Jack's strength and drive kept Robby pinned under him. Jack's powerful buttocks clenched and unclenched as he pummeled Robby's ass. The thic...
I woke up once again, right next to Hannah in my bra and panties to the sobering thought that I had to be a boy tomorrow. The thought killed me. I didn't want to go back to being a nobody after the amazing time that I had this past weekend. I was the center of attention as Bambi, everyone wanted to get to know me, well fuck me, but same thing. I sat up from...