I was living with grandpa, he was 72, I was 18... Sometimes when I would take a shower I would just throw my dirty underwear out in front of my room door which was right near the bathroom or id just leave them on the floor of my room instead of the bathroom. Once when I got done taking a shower I found grandpa in my room touching my underwear, the other time...
1. It had been a tiring day. But when I opened the door to our apartment and saw Marianne, lying on the floor reading, much of my frustration was wiped away. She was the most amazing creature I had ever known. We had been together for a year now. I loved her more than ever. We were both 23 and since three months we had been sharing an apartment in a studen...
Wow, I can't believe I lost it like that. I flat out knocked Kayla out with one open handed fist to the side of her pretty little head. I could almost picture the cartoon birdies flying around her head in a circle as she lay there out cold. I used some chloroform to keep her out. I had to act fast but in my mind I had practiced this over and over again. Mad...
Entering the last month of my six month contract things had changed so much since its inception. Kayla was basically the only one who was benefiting from the contract. Robby barely spoke to me or acknowledged me any more. Kayla required me to service her daily, tongue bath, foot worship, ass worship, piss drinking, massage, help with homework and reports,...
Waking up sometime later and remembering everything Grandma told me I was still exhausted and overwhelmed as I made my way into shower and dress. I opted for basic day wear clothing donning jeans and a light pink sweatshirt over my matching beige panty and bra, wearing no hosiery or socks as I slid into some straw colored canvas espadrilles giving me a littl...
Edited by Kttn My grandson Tommy is a very good soccer player. Since I'm retired I take him to all his practices and games. Except for the coach, I'm usually the only man present. The soccer moms, who are all least twenty to thirty years my junior, are all very friendly. Occasionally even some good nature flirting goes on between us. The kids were playing...
Edward has trained me well. When I spend a week every month at the slavery academy I am allowed no food that I cannot milk from the cocks of the men I serve. As a result, I have a hunger for cum, now, that will never leave me. When I'm not at the academy I work in an art gallery. Many of the clients are friends of Edwards, and I am expected to suck their ha...
My readers will find a recurring massage theme and I admit that I have experimented with 'erotic massage' although it has never been my primary source of income, more of a hobby really. I leave it to the reader to decide where truth meets fiction: but they do actually meet. *** I didn't want Steve to go away with the Impression that my life as a masseur wa...
This morning's headlines are not grabbing me. Typically, I wake up, fix coffee, and read the news. I am, typically, horny, and sex fantasies swirl through my mind like the steam swirling from my coffee. Like, how it feels to kiss and hug and grope a man's back and hips and ass and cock fully dressed. And how a man's ass can be so round and heavy with sex...
There's an awkward, sexual tension in me as I wait for you to open the door. It seems surreal to share my fantasy with a horny old man. Every time I visit for "Coffee time", I tell myself it can't continue. I won't come back, but I want this. I want you. I've stopped questioning why. We all have our fantasies, you told me. Mine is a dirty old man, a grandpa...