This is the follow up to my fantasy story Big Black Cock Emily and me. In that story we had an encounter with a well hung black man. During the encounter I fluffed and cleaned his bbc, and he got her pregnant. This has lead up to our current predicament. Emily came to me a few weeks after our encounter with Sam. She told me that she was late so she bou...
My name is Bill. I live in Bayview. You may have read one or another of the other stories I've written. Or, maybe you haven't. It doesn't much matter. Anyway, I found an old digital photograph buried away on my hard drive the other day. It brought back memories. It was 1992 - twenty years ago at the time of this writing. Pretty obviously, I was quite a bit...
Walking out onto my back lawn, I surveyed the open empty spot and inhaled the fresh air. Decked out in my new black bikini, I laid down a red blanket on the ground and chucked my book on top of it. Looking around, I figured that since Mrs. Ginley, my neighbor, was out for the weekend, and I can't seem to spot that other odd man next to my house, it must've b...
Lyn held the bag if ice between her legs, trying to ease the pain and the swelling of her pussy. She looked down and saw the stretched labia, obscenely open from the intense pounding of the ten by five inch rubber phallus. Her opening was more than the tight slit that her husband, Ob-Gyn, and those in her Vegas past admired. It looked as though she could s...
His hands are on your breasts, rubbing your nipples as he kisses down your stomach. As he proceeds to kiss and nibble at your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your already wet pussy, his fingers slowly trace down your stomach onto your legs as you spread them wider. A soft and long moan escapes your lips as he... You feel the warm water on your he...
The place is called The Bit and Saddle. Mostly a biker bar in years past, it now also serves as a hangout for the D/s crowd and the sailors from the nearby naval base. Master Rolf knee deep in projects already past deadline receives a cryptic note from a public computer. The note invites him to the bar at two o'clock for a performance he is guaranteed to en...
It started out innocently enough. Well, for me anyway. You see a couple of the ladies at work were swapping tales of their sexual escapades and one name kept coming up: Kevin. Now, Kevin, well, he turned out to be from the mail room. So what were all these high powered female execs doing with him? Could he really be as good as they made out? Was he as endo...
If there's one thing I've learned in all of this, it's that words can seduce the mind and body as swiftly as fingers to flesh. At first, he was nothing more than words to me, month after month, streams of words in bold type, waiting in an e-mail inbox. I followed them. They told me to touch myself, lay spread wide and naked, let my camera tell the story. The...
She took one last walk around the room to make sure that everything was perfect. It had to be. Glancing nervously at the nightstand clock, the final ten minutes might as well be an hour. The music was low and sensual, as was the lighting. She remembered the hours she put in picking out just the right songs for this event. They all had to be smooth and rhyt...
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