Good morning, folks. Lucas Brown is the name. A tall, good-looking young Black man from Georgia. I attend the prestigious Georgia Tech Institute of Technology on an academic scholarship. My dad Derek Brown is a policeman. My older brothers James and Nicolas are firemen in Atlanta. Our mother died giving birth to yours truly. We all live in a nice duplex toge...
D: Kisses, baby. What are you doing over there? Are you fingering that lovely little snatch for me? s: Would you like a taste of my lubed pussy, Sir? Wet kisses rightbackatcha. I'm imagining you ravishing my tits... licking, sucking, squeezing them with your big, rough hands. D: I know you would love my mouth all over your breasts. You would make sure to a...
Note: Thanks to James Cody for translation. Very good work! * * * * * His name was Philips. Once, he had been part of society. Once, he had loved a woman named Sarah. Once, he ended her suffering before a terrible disease could destroy her. Now, having turned his back on the harsh judgments and prejudices of civilization, he lived the reclusive life of a...
“Please I beg you grant me sanctuary.” begged the once proud man cowering at my feet. Blood covered his clothing and matted his hair. There was a trail of bloody footprints from the temple showing his path. “Why do you not make this request to the Temple of the Light? They are the usual granters of sanctuary.” I responded. “I wish to ask for your sanctuary...
This Moment comes from a source of passion and lust I never once fathomed It unfolded naturally and unexpectedly and I cannot concentrate on anything else It has opened a floodgate of raw emotion Burning me with a gentle fire Slowly wisping through my mind Consuming all thought Daydreams of lust until my arousal leaves a trail of cum dripping down my...
The following is the senior paper for Erin Benning, (fictional) music education major at Fresno State University. Erin Benning SID: EB4093049 for Dr. Rochell Harris MSE 497W-3 Music. It is the glue that binds our world together. It is the top influence in the world today. It can make a man cry, or a woman dance. It can make a child sleep, or an elderly...
On a bookstore prowl, I come across, leather bound, a rare book, the object of many early quests, and a very rare woman, the object (she must be) of many men's quest. The initial object of my desire: an 18th century edition of the Old French Romance, Lancelot du Lac. The new provocation: A beautiful woman bound in black leather pants with a purple silk blous...
Thanks to all those men who gave me such great research material... * * * About a month ago I bought a book called How To Break Your Addiction to a Person, written by Howard M. Halpern, PH.D. I am not a great lover of self-help books; the one or two I have purchased over the years have been hit and miss to say the least. (The only truly useful one was Hot...
Hello again! This is the beginning of a fairly sweet D/s story and there won't be sex for a while. I haven't told you much about either character because they will be slowly become more known as the story progresses. I will reveal more about Fred in the next installment, so just use your imagination right now, and the history will become more detailed. Also...
Wearing only a black leather skirt and thigh-high heeled black leather boots, charlotte stands in the center of the walk-in refrigerator, her wrists attached to either end of the spreader bar suspended from the ceiling, her nipples throb from the cold and from the pain of the clamps, each pulled upward due to the chains connecting each clamp with the O-ring...