This is a true story about my second meeting with another man. I met "P" on a website for cross dressers and we had exchanged e-mails for a few weeks before we arranged a meeting, the wife works most weekends so the only time I could meet was either a Saturday or Sunday. The only trouble was that P worked as a decorator weekends and was doing some work...
While driving from the park back to the car dealership we expressed relief that the park maintenance folks hadn't arrived a few minutes earlier. What a sight they would have had seeing a beautiful woman massaging her breasts while the guy in the car with her sucked her cock. Laughing, I said, "You know, we might have had a few of them rethinking their sexual...
i woke up as usual and started to do my daily rituals, brushed up my sindoor and worshipped my Owner V's feet. A little smile escaped my face as i thought of the previous night's romps with my Owner as i began to clean. my Owner had introduced me to the new strap-on which she had bought recently. In fact i was made to anticipate the night for a long time, a...
He kneeled beside my computer chair, dressed only in a wrap around black satin skirt purchased for the occasion. I knew that he would be naked underneath as we had arranged. He was required to kneel beside me dressed only in the skirt, with his hands clasped behind his neck, waiting for me to acknowledge him. These moods were becoming more frequent. He had s...
I want you on your knees. That's right, kneel before me. Let me covet you with my eyes. You are beautiful. You are living art, a model for all womanhood to envy. Your hair styled up, your makeup done to perfection, with dark eye makeup and dark lipstick. Your lips look so wet and so pouty, so inviting. Your eyes are beaming past the dark makeup. Loose piec...
This is my first time ever posting on this site. I'm not the greatest writer but I do hope you enjoy it. ---------------------- My eyes slowly blink open, still heavy from sleep, and it takes me a few moments to realize that something was missing. That familiar feeling around my neck, the soft chain of the necklace that I always wore was gone. The symbol...
The year is 2008. The place is New England. And my bitch is black, folks. And he likes it rough. Am I a lucky woman or what? My name is Marie Louise Nelson. Friends call me M.L. and find it funny. At six feet two inches tall and two hundred and sixty pounds, I'm nothing to laugh at. I'm a big and tall, thick-bodied and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-e...
In my sincere opinion, everyone likes booty sex. There is something forbidden about it which attracts people like crazy. don't ask me why. The name is Alfredo and this story is about my first introduction to the world of booty sex. I was nineteen at the time, just a young black man doing some experimenting in his college days, and it was a lot of fun. Defini...
Weeks of anger, hurt and frustration had caused the maelstrom of emotions to abate enough that we could be in each other's presence without compounding the situation. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest as I looked at him, my eyes feasting once more on the visage of this man I love. His silver hair was shorter than it'd been the last time I saw him; he'd...
I come from the bedroom dressed in nothing but one of your white t-shirts. It's barely long enough to cover my smooth wet pussy. your sitting on the couch and I climb onto your lap and straddle you. You want to kiss my soft lips and grab my tight little ass, but I push your hands down and tell you no touching. I pull the shirt up over my head and put it ar...