I received the roses with a keycard tucked between the stems that afternoon. My mind ran wild as he knew it would with all the options. Two hours later a box arrived wrapped in chocolate colored paper and tied with a silver ribbon. I ran across my apartment giddy with excitement, sat on my sofa and tucked my legs under my butt, then ran my fingers over the s...
My master wakes me with a fist in my hair and drags my mouth to his crotch. It's still dark outside. I know my role here; I pull his soft cock into my mouth and begin to suck. He quickly comes to attention in my mouth and I keep sucking, drawing out master's first load of the day. I swallow, savoring the taste. His cum is like honey on my tongue. It sustains...
Sometimes she feels like taking care of my every need, without wanting anything for herself. But sometimes she feels a little more naughty, and she needs a little more discipline as she satisfies my rampant libido. Sometimes she needs to be thrown down across the bed and used, fucked so hard it rocks her to the very core. This new respect I have for my hellc...
"Come on, Mandy." She knew that he emphasised the word on purpose. They had each choses an alias, it was the only way she was agreeing to this excursion. She was thirty, she should do something new he had said. "Bloody sex club," She muttered to herself as they gave their names at the door and moved through to the club. "See, not so bad," Brad commented...
Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback on part one and two. There were some really great ideas, and I plan on incorporating some into the story. A special thank you goes to the feedback that corrected my grammar. Without further ADO, here is the finale of Stephanie’s Lesbian Vacation. After their showers were over, the girls, wrapped up in a large towel, s...
The terrified princess ran as fast as her bare feet could carry her. Her long blond hair, ratty and tangled from her long captivity, streamed out behind her. Her thin cotton nightshirt was damp from her sweat, and from the sea water splashing up her legs as her feet occasionally hit the ocean waves. Her beautiful taut body, pink and inviting was clearly vi...
Blue Jenkins worked as a field hand on Hank Leone's farm in Northeast Louisiana. He was a slave. Now in his late-twenties, Blue had been purchased from the Jenkins Farm for a nominal sum two decades back and retained the Jenkins' family name. Blue was tall, muscular, possessed of a pleasing cinnamon complexion, a dazzling smile and a square jaw. He had a hai...
It was the 2nd Wednesday of the month which can only mean one thing...it's our "date night". After 17 years of marriage its fair to say that things had become stale. Actually things were stale 10 years ago and despite many attempts to bring a little spontaneity into our lives, I've resigned myself to being married to my companion rather than my lover. Claire...
Remember, in my childhood, I had been led to believe that fucking was an act between a man and a woman that only took place after an exchange of money. I had this notion that men produced spunk rather like a goat produces milk; you had to milk them every day, or they blew up like a balloon. So, I thought of my mum as a kind of specialist milkmaid, who dealt...
Well folks, this is a real story that has happened to me, years ago. This girl, Diana (of course not the real name) worked the same place as I did, but in a different department. Not too tall, but wearing high heeled shoes, light brown long curly hair, brown eyes, normal straight nose and average mouth, not too large, not too small, and beautiful - maybe a...