The music was blaring some cheesy dance song, the floor stunk like stale beer, and I had just realized that I was really drunk. Gathering my senses, I looked around for my girlfriend Jasmine but when I didn't see her, I headed upstairs, where all the dancing was being done. After passing a couple lewdly making out in the kitchen, I spotted my buddy Tripp and...
This story and the characters that appear in it are a work of fiction. Female domination/ cuckold/ foot fetish/ humiliation ***** My wife Jasmine always dreamt of visiting Prague in winter, she loved the old part of the city and considered it very romantic. I had other plans in mind, I wanted to travel to Brazil instead and I tried to change her mind more...
Thursday – Paris to Nice The next morning was a whirlwind as James and Jasmine met early for breakfast and prepared to depart Paris for Nice. Henri met them under the porte cochere – the same place he had dropped them off only a few short days ago – and they sped through the early morning Paris traffic to Gare de Lyon where they would board the TGV train to...
I'm at my desk, wrapping up another stressful day at work, hoping I can get out by 7. The phone rings. It's my wife, Jasmine, letting me know I won't need to pick up our daughter as she's staying overnight at a friend's, and "by the way, what time will you be home?" I tell her that I'm leaving in a few and should be there in half an hour. "I love you babe,"...
Author's note-All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old. This chapter contains lesbian sex. *** "This world is insane." Jasmine said to Ling, speaking Mandarin Chinese. The two girls sat at the picnic table near the spot Abraham had killed the Bigfoot. "Yes. Meeting live monsters will make a person say that." Ling said, sitting besid...
SHOPPING, MASSAGES AND SEX On Tuesday morning Darin and the ladyboys passed on sex and after breakfast they went shopping. They picked up supplies first and then went to a boutique and picked up some new clothes and accessories. They stopped for lunch afterward and at the restaurant many eyes were on the three beauties. Darin was sure that people were wonde...
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I always loved watching my wife Jasmine dress for her bulls. She insisted on her own rules: never wore what he told her to, but what she knew would please him and her most. I could tell that she liked this one from the outfit she chose for him. Mostly it was simple: a white suspender belt and stockings; high heels; a bra. But for him, there were no panties,...
I wake up in the middle of the night. I have psyched myself into such a state that I just can't go back to sleep. Thinking back over the years, everything started with a size 32A bra. It happened on one morning when I just turned 13. In my locked bedroom, I clipped on a flimsy unpadded white cotton bra. I knew that I didn't need to wear one but I had been d...
I wake up and instantly notice the thin arms wrapped around me. My head clears a little and I feel my wife's breasts pressed up against my back. My wife. Wow it still seems weird to say. I'm now a married man and we are sleeping at her cabin on the first morning of our honeymoon and the rest of our lives together. I slink out of her arms because I need to...