Over the next few days I made every excuse possible to get out of the house to go to Rick's place. I just had to have his cock in me. It was just so wonderful. After one of our fuck sessions, I showed him the photo. "What's this?" It was a picture of a good looking woman in her late forties going down on a man around the same age. "That, my dear Rick, i...
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My name is Manuel Vasquez Johnson. A big and tall young man of Black and Spanish descent living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I was born in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. On the first day of February 1987. My father James Johnson is originally from the island of Jamaica and my mother Estella Vasquez is from the Republic of Spain. Just a pair of imm...
We are a married couple, she is 45 and I am 49. She's a Italian 36DD-24-28, 5ft 6in 115lbs. I'm a normal looking guy average build and dick. I do not have an imagination and I am not a writer and this is a true story. Living in Buffalo, NY over the past 5 years was trying to say the least. Winter brings snow, snow oh and did I say snow!! Not to mention it g...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Second Tale: Deirdre The time of a child's birth on Shelacta is important. Eighteen years to the minute after drawing its first breath the child becomes mature. If a girl, she will have the ability to force males to serve her. If a boy, he will be vulnerable...
Maria was standing in the bedroom of her captor, looking into the full length mirror behind the portal to freedom. She was only clad in a pair of sexy pink thong panties and a silky chemise covering her arms, and she was looking for a way to escape -- from everything but her own feelings. The man who grabbed her off the street two days ago had connections:...
The steady click clack of Stephanie's stiletto boots wasn't the only sound on Palm Street. One could hear the stubborn buzz of long broken street lights still struggling to come on. There were plenty of cars a few blocks up, almost none were brave enough drive this particular stretch of road at night and if you strained a little you could here the Lethe Rive...
LIKE ALL OF MY STORIES, THIS IS A TRUE EXPERIENCE. NOTHING IS MADE UP. Thanks for all of those who took time to give me feedback on my first story. The comments were very encouraging and supportive. I want to hear from couples who are in or want to be in this type of lifestyle. Please keep your comments coming as they inspire me to write more. Please read...
I was working at a bowling alley as a bartender to make ends meet Sometimes, it was slow. But, league nights were always busy and brought me a lot of cash. It was also fun to be around all of the testosterone, and I enjoyed bantering back and forth with the men. It was silly how easy it was to get tips from them. Low-cut shirts, tight shorts, anything that l...
My knees ache as I kneel on the floor at his feet waiting for him to look at me. The outfit he bought for me flows like liquid over my skin. It's berry red, with a slight shimmer, the deep scoop neck doesn't compare to the one in the back that ends right at the top of my pert round ass. I have had to be very careful all night since the skirt ends just 2 inch...