Black curly tangles fall down her shoulders. Adam watches her dancing, hips rolling slowly from side to side, arms above her head and crossed at the wrists. Her legs long, writhing and dark. He can feel himself growing as he watches her ass straining against the seams of her tight black jeans. She has them slung low, the button undone at the top. She isn't...
Our eyes meet. A heat spills over my body as she stares at me. I turn my eyes, out of embarrassment, and look at my steak and fries. Looking over at the bar again, I see she isn't there anymore, a little upset at myself for not keeping eye contact with her. But I can still see her in my mind. Her tight brown, almost dirty blonde hair is flowing over her sh...
He stirs beneath the covers and his hand brushes the side of his cock. It feels soft and warm and full. He gives the foreskin a squeeze between his fingers and rolls it around in his fingers a little. It's responsive and eager. It grows a little. He cups it in his hand and starts to stroke. It grows more, it fills, it hardens, stands straight in his hand. He...
My husband is at work, so I am alone in the house. In an email this morning, M informed me He would be coming over today at 1:00, our usual time. In the shower, the water is hot against my breasts as I rub soap over my body very slowly. My hands glide over my skin, down my stomach, over my pubic bone, down between my legs. My breathing increases as I slip my...
Author's Note: This is part of a series of short stories. They are written very quickly and are not edited. They are also VERY weird and are not for everyone. You have been warned. ***** "I love you, Alissa," I whispered sweetly as I laid against my girlfriend. Her ass was pressed into my hips, my arms around her torso and holding her close to my breasts....
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Thanks to mah sistas at the EoP; this is for the recycling project. Enormous thanks to author Bob Vickery, whose work illustrated to me how to write first-person slash. This is for Peja's "first time; how do they get together" challenge. * I pour salt on our latest conquest's mortal remains then reach for the gasoline. "Here it comes," I...
Chapter 7: Running late Bunny was supposed to meet Cuckold Joe, her husband, in a bar, but he was running late. He called her up and said he'd be there in fifteen minutes, twenty tops. Bunny said "Fine" and hung up, but she wasn't fine. She was pissed off about it. To punish Cuckold Joe for his intolerable transgression, she decided to whore herself out to...
The following is a hypnotic mind control story. In it, many things may happen. If you dislike the thought of changing a man into liking cock and/or believing he is a woman, this story is not for you. It also involves anal play and cum play. The story means to pretend that two people meet in some sort of anonymous chat room and this is a conversation as it p...
Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34A–24–35, 95 pound, 5 foot 1 inch figure with blond(ish) hair. In 1998 I quit my extremely boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have n...
The Mistress is beyond sexy. I cannot stop gazing upon her exquisite form. The shape of her ass entices me like nothing else. I love the way it looks, love the way it teases me with the hope of spying that tiny snatch between those perfect cheeks, but just at the last second it denies me the privilege of a direct view. That is unless she knows I'm looking. I...