As I approached the Motorway in the pouring rain, I felt a pang of sympathy for the line of hitchhikers waiting by the roadside. The rain was lashing down and they must have been feeling pretty miserable. I decided on impulse that I would be nice and pull over. At the front of the queue, a small black guy picked up his huge rucksack and struggled towards my...
Dan woke up from his dream with a hard-on. He, in the fuzzy headed state-of-mind between deep sleep and true awareness, tried to remember the dream. He remembered something tugging around his hips, but he could never see it. Dan also remembered feeling like he was being pulled apart, with one arm going in one direction, and his other arm going in the opposit...
Chapter One - Turning 42 (Author's Note: This story is one that builds in intensity and sexual heat with each new chapter. It is also written to be a story with a certain progression so it makes sense to read it in the order it is written. It was also written primarily for women who like a story. If you have the time to, I believe you will enjoy the adventu...
I grab Carl-Henry's cock and balls and squeeze them as hard as I can, until he cries out in pain. I squeeze them until he begs for mercy, and then I release him...not all the way, just a little bit. A whimper slips out of his throat, and he looks up at me with a defeated look in his face. Underneath us, the bed shakes as we unleash our passion. You're my bit...
I woke up to the cold heat from a concrete flooring. I was in my dungeon. I'm a 37 year old woman, I run my own dungeon and I have a few slaves the frequent, as well as a single female slave who stays with me constantly. I looked up and there was Amanda. She was on her knees, head down and holding out a tray with my coffee and cigarettes on it. I looked at h...
New to the site. First story too. I would appreciate any comments. * It wasn't unusual for Max to see some people he knew on his walk to work; more often than not he would also stop to talk. This seemed to help him get going for the day, which spent at work a lot of time talking in meetings. What was unusual about this particular morning was that he stoppe...
My name is Bree. I'm 24 years old and a college student with a mindset for elementary education, math, reading and the daydreams brought on by being a closet-nymphomaniac. Hardly a second goes by that I'm not wishing my algebraic equations would solve themselves so that I might be able to spend some quality time daydreaming about the student who happens to...
I'm Lance Spurt and had been a Deputy Sheriff for twenty years now. I'm fifty-five years old and married to Jennifer. Sex is great but she's a little vanilla when it comes to being kinky. It's now Friday afternoon and I have my squad car parked in a discreet location off a two-lane country road. I'm out to catch any speeders and so far my day had been borin...
When I was 15 I was hanging out with some bad guys. We robbed a store, I got caught and went to jail for five years. Anthony, my brother, was only ten when this happened. When I got out of prison my parents told me to not come back to the house. So I moved out of town. Five years after getting out of prison things weren't going well for me. When you are an...
I'd had always liked dressing in women's undies from an early age. It was usually my older sister's panties and skirts whenever possible. When I finally left home at eighteen and moved into an apartment in the town center, it really took off. I had had a few encounters with a few guys, mainly glory hole fun in the local cottages. On a few occasions I found t...