With a last longing look in the ladies' room mirror she shook her hair, trailed an elegant finger over her beautiful cleavage and reapplied her blood-red lipstick. Her pupils were vast and black, still dilated in luscious memory of the brutal fucking that had just been delivered by the maître d'. But that was merely the appetiser. This night was far from ov...
Her writing has had a profound impact on my pleasure. Almost everyday I look for a new creation from her. I know most days there won't be one but I harden with anticipation anyway. I read her older stories and search for the pieces that might reveal her. She has told me they are real so I must wonder if she is a part of them. She has become my sexual muse....
Once Miko and Jake return to their contemporary style condo, no sooner had Jake locked the security door behind him that the Japanese beauty took it upon herself to be all over him in an impromptu wrestling match. As soon as Jake had his weight on top of Miko, she started to squirm out from underneath him. This proved to be nothing more than a major turn on...
I couldn't – I just couldn't. I was in a public park after all. But it was clear that no one was around. I was miles out and I really wanted to. The idea tugged at me. I dismissed it and admired the view, but it wouldn't stop pestering me. Just do it – just do it. Subtly I decided; subtly do it. I had a new digital camera in my backpack and I had always wan...
Chicken and Waffles (Naughty Situations) A waitress led Randall to his table and seated him in a booth. He stared at her voluptuous ass as she walked away. Her panty lines were visible through her short white skirt. It was a real turn on to him, seeing the shape of her panties. She had dirty, blonde, wavy hair. Her pointy nipples poked through her violet to...
I got all dressed up. Put on my tight black one piece with a snap up crotch, a tiny transparent black skirt, a black g-string, thigh-high fishnets, six inch black open-toed heels, my black leather choker, big hoop earrings, blue eye-shadow with dark red lipstick to match my finger and toenail polish, and a large black plug. I'm five-eight, one hundred and fo...
Our story begins with a meeting in our conference room just coming to a close. With everybody starting to file out we lag behind a little bit till we are the last two in line, with you in front of me. When it's your turn to leave though, you instead gently shut the door, but don't lock it, while I step up behind you and start massaging your breasts from behi...
The idea that every redneck is a racist is preposterous, if you ask me. My name is Dawn O'Shea and I'm a lifelong resident of Biloxi, a small town in the heart of Mississippi. I was born on November 9, 1967, to Thomas and Darlene O'Connor. My father worked for the U.S. Postal Service and my mom was a schoolteacher. I studied business at Jackson State Univers...
From the text messages we had been exchanging for the previous few days, I knew that this time would be different. I knew that he was kinky, and liked to push my limits but this was different. He had initially asked me to share my dirtiest fantasies with him one evening, and encouraged me to come up with things I'd like us to do. I played along, thinking tha...
The following is fictional. Names, and locations have been made up and are not meant to depict real people, living or deceased. These stories also depict dangerous, unprotected sexual situations. In this day and age of STDs, please be careful and wear protection! This is an adults only story. If you are underage in the community you live in, please do not g...