Part 2 - An Odd Preparation According to Google Maps, Claudia was somewhere in rural England; about 5 minutes from Mistress Eva's farm. January 23 was finally here. Three trains from central London to her final medium of transport; an old bus. Each time it hit a bump on the poorly maintained country road it exacerbated Claudia's feeling of anxiety. Hers was...
"Hey, honey, you ever had a creampie before?" "Not yet - I've thought about it," I replied tentatively. "You don't know what you're missing! I think we'd get along real good - I saw it in your eyes. Whatta you think?" She looked at me with big eyes. It was a put-on attempt at sincerity, we both knew that. But her eyes did convey a sensuousness, an excitem...
Susie Brock had just graduated from Harvard, at the relatively young age of 20, and she decided to celebrate her academic success by visiting Europe during the summer. She had been thinking about what country to see, having already seen the usual spots- France, Italy, etc. The question ended in her head when she heard that Led Zeppelin song "Immigrant's So...
I'm now in my fifties but for as long as I can remember, I've had a fetish for heels and nylon stockings. When my parents were out I would sneak into my mother's wardrobe and try on her stockings and high heels. I sometimes used to dress further with her girdles and party dresses. This always ended with my cock being rock hard and me wanking, trying to make...
"I like to dominate strong and handsome men, especially black men," Rona Akesuk said with a wicked smile, and the fifty-something Inuit woman, originally from the City of Iqaluit, Nunavut, leaned back in her chair while addressing her globe-spanning audience via web cam. As the only Inuit dominatrix in her hometown of Iqaluit, Mistress Ro catered to a broad...
And then it began in earnest. Naked, with an erection like I was a 19 year old, kneeling before my toilet like an intoxicated throne worshiper, my face hovering about an enormous shit log of my own as it bends about in the cold toilet water, touching both sides—already its brown, smearing the white porcelain, and its smell, filling the bathroom with an other...
"Baby, can you come here please," it wasn't a question; she never called me 'baby' unless she meant business. I walked into the bedroom to see her sitting on the end of the bed; she had on a tight T-shirt and her panties and some cute little socks. A few items lay on the bed, but what made me catch my breath was the strap-on she was wearing and the way she...
Evelyn worked - as it happened - in a fertility clinic behind the college campus. I only realised it was a fertility clinic when she invited me there one afternoon after classes. She told me - very business-like as always - that there was a shortage of high quality sperm. Whether I would consider donating? It would be pro bono as was the clinic, but she wou...
This is one of two semi-Christmas related stories I wrote, and while I started the other one first, this one just flowed so much better and quicker that I decided to post it first. Hope you enjoy this little belated Christmas present! -------- I stood by the mall entrance waiting, wondering how it had all come to this. Checking my phone I saw the text whic...
Hi, I'm Richey Davis and this is the truly amazing story of my day. Have you ever been 'singing' a tune in your head, only to turn on the radio and hear that very same song being played over the airwaves? Bizarre I know, but that was how my day started. The song, 'Don't Marry Her' by the Beautiful South had invaded my dream sleep and lodged itself so firmly...