This is what took place the next day after the night in which you can read in Cuban Strip Poker. Well, the day after our amazing night of strip poker and wonderful carnal sex slowly began with a beautiful sunrise. The four of us were sprawled in the king size bed and as I opened my eyes I had to wonder if that wild night had really happened. I turned my hea...
When I woke up my eyes were glued shut. All Pippa's juices had dried and made a crust. I managed to get to the bathroom and with some warm water cleaned my eyes, then showered. As I dressed I realised that I could still smell Pippa's musky scent. There was no way I could clean it out of my nose... All those juices which had gone down my nostrils had dried ou...
Chance spun the coaster on the table, and glanced around the bar. "I can't believe we are doing this." "I know what you mean," Frank replied. "A month ago a threesome was something I saw in porn movies and tonight I going to be in a second one." "What can I say, life is good." "And Fiona set this up?" "Yep, she was intrigued with Misty. I mean, it's no...
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I fucked up. Really hard. My ass throbbed and tingled as I knelt down in submission. A large butt plug was nestled deep inside me. My master and long time love hovered above me, speechless with anger. I could see the look of disappointment evident in his ocean blue eyes and it made my heart sink and shatter to pieces, made my stomach churn and my eyes wat...
Part 02: Training Michelle Second Day and Beyond This is story fictitious, and all characters are over 18, part one tells of how Michelle and Eric met Introduction: It continues from Part 1, Michele learns a few more things and makes a new friend. * We awoke the next morning, much the same way we had the day before. I woke to the feeling of a gentle wet...
How many years ago has it been? I took my private journals and re-read them. And what I am writing now is taken both from memory and from the events as they were recorded shortly after they occurred. This is not fiction but real events. When I have completed this, I will have a bonfire in my back yard and all these books will be destroy and there will be no...
The small audience assembled in the chamber -- scarcely a dozen ladies and gentlemen -- had fallen silent. Before them, a single musician gently pulled his bow across a brick of rosin. Looking at him, one could scarcely believe that he spent his every moment in the company of nobility and the well-to-do. He was thin and wiry with a perpetually disheveled app...
A week and a half had passed since Kristanna had arrived at the Camp of Blessing. Talking to the other girls and the nuns she came to find out that this place was a private initiative, funded and ran by the local church her parents were a part of. She could also familiarize herself with the routine of the place, and it was a big part of it, the routine was e...
I wish I did not know what I know. I wish that my life had been different. It's true that I sold my soul to my master, the sorcerer. The erotic mix of sex and magic that he wove his spells around made him impossible for me to resist. I yearned for satisfaction, my fat little body craved the sound fucking and degenerate humiliations that so far only master...