Batehole Story No. 1 8 Marine Orgy By Buck Jones No matter what video you are watching or what toy you are playing with, it is your imagination that takes you down into the batehole and to the finale with your sperm shooting out in all its glory. Or your insides ripped to shreds by that new and usually larger instrument of inserted pleasure. The road to t...
I suppose this could have been two chapters but I decided on one with two sections so this might be a little longer than the others. -------------------------------------------------- Jane walked past the guys enjoying themselves in the main lobby. Women swinging around poles, undulating and showing off their bodies for the enjoyment of the slobbering drun...
Danny sat down at his computer. He just got home after a twenty seven hour flight from Vietnam. Sighing, he clicked open his email in order to send messages to his family and friends that he made it home okay, but there was one person that he wanted to talk to, one person who's voice he wanted to hear. There was something about Dawn that made him weak in t...
Room 208 (A continuation of The Inn at Belfast Lake) Standing outside Room 208 with a tray full of expensive drinks and a hard-on, I took a deep breath to try to regain my composure. I had surmised that walking around my workplace naked in front of all my peers would be a sexual rush, but I did not anticipate the thrill I would feel seeing my co-workers na...
Marilys, covered only by a large green cape, knelt before the Master of The Crimson Manor, Lord Archas. Lord Archas stood in the middle of the large chamber that was lit only by candelabras lined up to both sides of Archas and Marilys, keeping the corners of the chamber dark and furtive. Archas was dressed in a ceremonial doublet which flared out from his h...
This story is just a story. It comes from my inner self. Agree with it or don’t, its just a story. Nothing is real. Linda is a very beautiful lady. She is a Red head of 50, 5’3” tall and 123 lbs. She has a 38C chest and is built to last. The only thing is she is getting bored with life. Not really wanting a permanent change, just something to make life spi...
I didn't get in as early as I wanted to the next morning; my wife had kept me up late arguing about this and that. She never missed an opportunity to yell at me. When I arrived there was a weird buzz in the air, the entire office was acting strangely. Tim, our top sales guy, motioned me frantically into his office. Some other guys were already in with him...
The phone rang once, and I pressed "End" on my mobile. It was the signal to get ready. I was just 10 minutes out. And she'd need all 10 minutes to prepare: strap her ankles to the table legs, put on the blindfold, insert her wrists into the rope loops and pull upward to cinch them tightly. But even before that she needed to lay out the champagne, one glass...
ACT 4: INTRODUCTIONS OF A SORT I stepped out onto the patio and into the warm air, as the afternoon sun began its waning decent into the western sky. Cracking open a cold beer, with a grimace, I watched Kat walk down into the clear blue water of the pool, her steps slow and deliberate. She glanced down and tapped her crotch, pressing the soft plastic piece...
The uneasy silence of the night was broken by the impact of a thick leather boot on the heavy wood of an old church door. The door shuddered and creaked slowly inward, but was otherwise unchanged by the abuse. Faint streams of silvery moonlight danced over the stone entryway just beyond the door, but failed to illuminate any further within. There was a long...