Usual standard declarations about age, etc. apply here. As an author, I set the characters up, tell them precisely what I want them to do, and then send them off to do it. And of course they bugger off and do exactly what they want. Honestly, it's like trying to herd cats! So if you read chapter 1, you'll know some of the characters already, and guessed the...
I am Wolf. My name is Wolf. I'm an Englishman in America, 49 years old, and I know exactly what I need to feed my passions with to find sexual satisfaction. I'm a Dom, through and through. My style is particular and precise and I make a point of taking my time. The details are my greatest arousal. A bead of cum on a shiny lip, the sheen of sweat on a broken...
Vignette 2. - Rotkoff encounters love. Stephen Rotkoff grew up with sex ever-present in his life. His mother, Edit had been a battle hardened brothel keeper in Hamburg, when she and her husband took the decision to up sticks and go to England in the miserable, starving aftermath of the Great War. They bribed their way onto a tramp steamer and fetched up in...
It had started with a phone call. I was at work when my office line rang. "This is John." "Hey John, this is Miss Sinclaire. I was recently referred to you. I'm just calling to introduce myself." "Oh, uhm hello." "Full disclosure," she laughed. "I'm part of an executive search firm. I'm sure you're happy and successful and not actively looking for a cha...
I was once married to a woman with a great body and fantastic legs. She occasionally danced on an amateur level, which seemed to enhance the quality of her athletic, but slightly muscular legs. I love a little softness to calves. I wasn't into boobs at that point in life; otherwise her breasts might have been a slight disappointment compared to my present...
Firstly, I have to say this is only a fantasy, branching from reality. I'm an 18 year old, closet cross-dresser from Manchester , in England , apart from one or two of my friends who found out my secret, no one knows. And they have kept it their secret for about a year now. One of them was having a fancy dress party and the only rule was 'If you're not in co...
My given name is Alexandra but you can call me Alex. That's what the people I care about call me. I'm 29 years old and identify as lesbian. My sexual preference is young girls. Legal age, of course, but barely legal, thank you! This doesn't mean I don't have men in my life: I do. They are my clients, and they call me many names: Jennifer, Tiffany, Cheryl....
Wednesday, 12:41 p.m. Nicollette stared at her limp salad and chuckled lightly. Limp! Just like my sex life, she thought wistfully. Michael McLaughlin sat across the table from her. He seemed to be gazing in her direction longingly, ever so often. Nicollette looked behind her and saw an extremely thin, yet pretty blond at a nearby table. Aahh, that explains...
Serena and Rose--those chubby, radical feminist lesbian lovers in the mythology class--walked into Club Ritz on Saturday night, looking lustfully for Camilla, their former classmate. They'd told each other that their reason for coming into the strip joint was to get Camilla to see how 'foolish' she was to allow herself to be objectified, but their real reaso...
I am still bound, gagged, exposed in the middle of this room, head thrown back, eyes closed panting with desire for the finish of my orgasm that was so cruelly denied my. I lift me head up finally and glare at the Commander with pure hate, and though I know he will punish me later for this disrespect, at this moment I don't care for I am crazy with the need...