"Ooooo, I love doing this for my little boy, so pretty. You really are. And the way that little thing of yours shines when it's all slippery like this and the way it throbs is precious, sweetie." She watches my body heave and shudder as her hand moves over my erect penis. I'm seated on my 'reward' stool. It is a four-legged 3' tall wooden stool mounted so t...
Chapter 1 - The Morning After The next day, Nick awoke thinking it was just a really messed up dream. When he got out of bed and found that Samantha had unlocked and removed the dress, panties and shoes, but everything else was still on, he was pulled right back to reality. He looked in the mirror on his wall and saw that he was standing there in a very tig...
Helpful terminology: aands - balls/testicles/scrotum bhai - brother chuchie(s) - breast(s)/tit(s) choot - pussy gaand - ass kutiya - bitch choot ki raand - pussy slut veerya - cum ............... Late afternoon sunlight spilled on the shining wooden floor through the small panes of glass of the french door making pools of brightness around my feet and ankl...
It had been a very quiet Saturday afternoon at 'Sleepeezy', a bed showroom in the heart of town. It was quarter to five in the evening on the last Saturday before Christmas. A handful of customers had been in but none of them had really been interested in buying anything. A young family had been in looking at the possibility of purchasing a bunk bed for thei...
Chapter 1: Delilah The Ethereal Plane was one of northern California's best kept secrets. The high-end customers who frequented the day spa were treated with higher-than-high-end care. Manicures, pedicures, hair treatments, body massages, and just about any pampering a rich suburbanite could want could be had here, and at prices not too far above those of s...
"Sensational," I said, whistling softly through my teeth, admiring the comely blonde as she squatted down to make her choice on the bottom shelf of the imported aisle in the wine and spirits store. I uttered it intentionally, just loud enough for her to hear. She turned on her high-heel sandals towards me, still squatting, and was it my imagination, or did...
The club where I worked was a fun place; I enjoyed my time as a barmaid there, while most of the gurls among the clientèle had a fine time too, I reckon. That's because most nights, they were heavily outnumbered by admirers who showed plenty of interest but rarely got too pushy, so what wasn't to like? Looking back, I'd say the place was something of a parad...
"Stepping into an interview room, you never know what's going to happen." Clap -- my car door slammed shut. The early morning California sun was gleaming over the campus parking lot. It had always amazed me how students these days could afford brand new luxury cars and big hulking SUVs. The elevator was on the very far end of the parking lot. Beep -- the s...
It was 11 a.m. and she was dressed to kill. Black miniskirt, black leather "fuck-me" pumps and a black tank top clinging to her breasts like a candy wrapper clings to a peppermint twist. Hell, even Dolly Parton would be envious. All the men she passed on Main Street confirmed that very thought. Okay, so she looked like a hooker. But... could she act like o...
I'll cut to the chase. I am a bartender at one of the local hot spots. It is usually such a thankless job that if it weren't for the tips, it wouldn't be worth having. Tonight was one of those nights, just your average Friday night. It was actually about 1 a.m. on Saturday and things were winding down. We close at 2:30 but we cater to a crowd that averages i...