Author’s Note: This is chapter two of a four-chapter original work of fiction. Some of the locations are authentic, but none of the characters or events are real. Chapter One ended with as Roger asked the secretary at Bushman Ministries for copies of Rev. Bushman’s daily itineraries for the past several years. CHAPTER 2 Gail Jones always found it arousin...
Having a bad day and not enjoying his stay in the big city at all, with one inconvenience after another ruining his visit, now totally lost and disoriented while trying to go home to Pig's Holler, Kentucky, Billy Bob got on the wrong train. After already having come from Boston to make what he thought was his connection for home, now heading in the wrong dir...
This work is purely fiction and has no links to any real life characters or events. All characters in this story are 18 and over. ***** I awake early the next day. Weirdly no sex dream but I did have one bad case of morning wood. I look under the covers at my throbbing member. I grab it with my hand and it instantly feels good. Slowly I begin to stroke it...
The paintball group I belong too really takes the game seriously. Every weekend fourteen guys and myself get our fatigues on and hike up into the mountains to "play army", as my girlfriend would say. It is a lot of fun and all of the guys seem to really enjoy the time away from their girlfriends and wives, just some time to themselves. There is nothing like...
I really never dreamt when I met my wife to be at university that she would fulfill my dream of forcing me to become a wife-watching wimp. I have always been a natural submissive and spent most of my life engrossed in pornography. Even at university I very rarely socialised, spending my free time wanking off over 'female domination', 'big tit' and 'big ass'...
Harry Parker lay back in his bed and closed his eyes, he was feeling tired again and sleep came quickly. At his bedside his wife Susan, whom he had remarried six years ago, sat on an upholstered chair. An array of monitors were connected to him and they hummed and bipped in the background. A pretty black nurse came in and fussed around, recording the reading...
A letter to my Master telling him how I felt after the other night Master is coming round tonight and I have the flat to myself. He wants me dressed and ready for him. Good! I am aching for his meaty manhood and looking forward to tasting his cum. He has given me instructions as to what I must wear and I know exactly what will turn him on most. I have the...
The fall semester had finally come to an end. It was mid-December and after weeks of hard work and very little sex with my bride of six months, Sue, I was ready to plow some wet pussy. Sue also was very busy since Thanksgiving and I trusted she had similar urges. She is a beautiful blonde lady who has soft pillow-like tits and an hour glass figure, standing...
Adam saw Natalie bolt out of the living room. He quickly realized she was heading for him. "Shit," Adam said frantically. He could wait her arrival, or simply get the hell out of there. The latter seemed a better idea. He had no intentions of feeling Natalie's wrath. He started running out of the backyard, towards the gate. Just as he began, Natalie came...
Martin Boston effectively signed his doom two weeks before Christmas. He thought he had it made - he was seeing Natalie one night a week and telling Christine that he was working late: always the same night, always a Friday. He explained it as a kind of compulsory overtime, and of course he was always exhausted when he arrived home, because Natalie was deman...