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Joe's Driving Lesson Pt. 02

by soleful on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Chapter 2 Miss Oritz "The Tease" Tia drove for a while feeling powerful, with the rush of what she had accomplished. Being a boot fetishist herself, she was capable of extreme self stimulation as she alternated between watching the road and looking down at her own tall black boots operating the pedals of Joe's car. This kept her very wet down below. Tia f...

The Marriott Murderess

by daniel6911 on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

She decided to wear a black halter-top a, tight leather miniskirt, a black, sequined biker hat, a pair of black leather gloves, and a pair of six-inch stiletto heels. Her outfit practically screamed "Hooker" but she did not care, she was a woman on a mission. She double-checked her handbag to make sure that she had not forgotten anything. A Smith and Wesson...

The Boss's Office

by Mistress Sierra on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

She dresses in her usual attire: a white button up blouse undone to just the top of her cleavage; a black skirt and matching blazer; black, sheer stockings, and black pumps. Her make up is done in a professional manner finished nicely with red lipstick. Her red hair is done up in a bun with wispy stray hairs hanging down on the side and in back. She takes on...

Nights in Black Satin Ch. 01

by katgirl_23 on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

She checks her lip gloss once more in the full length mirror she insisted on putting up in her bedroom and tucks a stray strand of her dark hair into place. Tonight it is down, falling glossy and straight over her back and she can feel it stroking her skin when she moves. She bends down to zip up her calf-length black stiletto boots, feeling her breath catch...

Valerie's Fantasy

by Buzzboy on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Hi, I'm Valerie and this one of my sex fantasies. I go to a sleazy movie theater on East Hastings Street in the late night. I walk in the theatre in my black leather trench coat, wearing shades with my raven black hair pulled back into a ponytail. I see the image of a beautiful blond woman eating the trimmed pussy of a beautiful Asian woman being projected...

Daughters of the Yakuza

by spicegrinder on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

The warehouse in the backstreets of Tokyo looked much like the others in that district. There were lots of import/export companies in the surrounding streets so the local Yakuza family were able to blend their operation in amongst the other busy commercial premesis without drawing any unwanted attention from the Law. Not that they posed much of a problem - m...

A Hot Night in the Middle of Winter

by johncockenfurs on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

I typically dress rather conservative in public when it comes to my leather. I will wear my boots, coat and gloves, but that is usually it. I have on occasion worn my black leather jeans that I had made to fit like my Levi 527's, but only if we are going to a bar or a concert -- it has to be dark and after-hours as these things fit me very tight, leaving not...

Abduction

by Theguywhowrites on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

I was took out from the van by two women. They both wore latex nurse outfits, thigh high boots and black latex gloves. They dragged me inside the mansion and as we walked along the hallway. I saw various paintings on the wall and a few men giving blowjobs to women who wore strap-ons. We stopped at a wooden door. The redhead opened the door and they dragged m...

Infidelity Gets Out of Hand Ch. 05

by johncockenfurs on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

When I got home my wife was sitting on the couch with a glass of merlot. She was wearing her black knee high boots with her smooth leather pants tucked into them. These pants had no pockets but they did have a zipper through the crotch. She had on a black leather blazer and I couldn't tell if she had anything on under it. She had her black leather gloves on...

Enchanted Panties

by calx86 on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Horror

It was almost the end of the day and Kate couldn't wait to go home. All day it seemed she had been eying that clock on the other side of her uncle's antique shop tapping her fingers on the side of the cash register. 5:00pm it said seemingly teasing her as the last 30 minutes of her work shift slowed to a crawl. It paid for school so she couldn't complain...