Jennifer's dark hair fell around her head as she sat down heavily then leaned back. The bus stuttered forward, finding its momentum, then shuddered uncertainly into the night shaking its passengers of exhausted workers, partygoers and drunks. Jennifer leaned forwards again. She'd always hated night buses. Smelly and uncomfortable, when all she really wanted...
********************************* Ah where to start? How about I just share a fantasy with you, one that I have not acted upon, but that is a frequent visitor to my mind. I think that if the chance were to appear, I would likely act upon it. Please keep in mind that I'm not a writer or English major. There are going to be mistakes, please either live with t...
You joked when we first started seeing each other that the reason you had bought the four post bed was so that you could tie up naughty girls and do naughty things with them, but admittedly this had never happened. While I was never inclined to let anyone tie me up, I have to admit that the idea teased at my more erotic side and led me to many such fantasies...
Lil`miss finished sending her e-mail to her Master, talking about the fantasies that had played out in her head the night before when she had masturbated before falling asleep. He didn’t ask her to do this often, but when he did it always made her blush remembering, and more so when she sent the letter, knowing she was sharing her innermost thoughts with som...
Chapter 3 A New Wrinkle This is part of a series of events that my wife/mistress has told me to relate in the hopes of improving other couples lives. I would suggest reading them all (in order preferably) to get a clear picture of our female led marriage. A FLM does not have to include the delivery of pain or other kinks that some people object to (I do not...
There is nothing quite like fun in the summer. Trust me on this one. My name is John LeJeune. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the city of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, but spent most of my life in Canada. I take Criminal Justice courses at Carleton University and hope to become a police...
Black women are rude. Black women are arrogant. Black women are too damn bossy. Black women are too feisty. Yeah, you and I hear that shit every day. I'm a Black guy who loves bossy Black women and for the longest time, I couldn't seem to find the Black dominatrix of my dreams. How weird is that shit, for real? My name is Michael Franciscan, and I'm a young...
This is a tale for all those inner sluts out there who have taken the responsible path in life but let their minds wander back to their dirty pasts when they need a little nudge to make them cum. You know who you are... and hopefully this series of stories will show you that some of us know who you are too... and are waiting for you to have some days off lik...
I'm a normal college student. Perhaps I have a higher penchant for dick than most girls my age but whatever. Maybe I should I introduce myself; I'm Liz. I'm 20 years old, I look 16 and I love cock. I'm small, 120 pounds, barely five feet, pretty eyes, pretty in general, two mouthfuls of tits and a couple handfuls of ass each cheek. I don't know if my boyfr...
He came into the room, and there she was—sitting in the armchair, dressed in God, what would you call it? It was a silk teddy that started as a tube top, leaving her shoulders bare, and swelling over her 36DD’s, it dropped to just over her thighs, and of course her legs were crossed, in nylons, and she was wearing her black heels. You couldn’t quite see he...