You bury your sweaty, seven-and-a-half inch cock inside Carrie’s willing asshole. Her pale flesh shudders with joy, covered in goosebumps as she hisses in delight. Carrie is quite possibly the prettiest girl you’ve ever dated, big brown eyes, long brown hair, thin so her ears poke through it, a great smile, 25 years old, a yoga-teacher who loves wine and dre...
How to Dominate Your Husband A Beginners Guide. Your husband has fantasies about being dominated and you have no idea how to fulfill them. You're not alone. Most couples I would say have one member whose fantasies go beyond the comfort zone of the other and you can either ignore them or try to embrace them. Maybe you talk about his fantasies openly, or mayb...
I strode towards her, my hard erection straining against the smooth satin of my boxers. I had not loosened my tie, nor removed my overcoat. I still was wearing my dark leather gloves. She was naked, and her soft white skin gleamed in the flattering light. Her breasts were firm and soft, set high, and with perfect pink nipples, standing firm thanks to the wi...
A collection of arcane and under-appreciated words for the edification, education, and entertainment of the reader. Definitions are included, along with clarification. Also, the word is used in a sentence, where appropriate, to indicate its proper usage in everyday language. NOTE: An asterisk (*) following a definition indicates that the word and definit...
Sara pressed the Send button. "Let the game begin," she whispered to herself, looking at her watch again. It was just past 10 p.m. "Two hours to go," she said, feeling a tremor of excitement. Two hours. Two days? Four? She never knew. This was how it always began. E-mail. She had thought of it one night after coming across a rerun of an episode of "The X-Fi...
My name is Raoul Aurele. I have spent my entire life wandering from town to village to hamlet, searching for my place in this world. I am pursued and hunted everywhere I go. But...this isn't all that surprising, as people really don't take kindly to une loup-garou; a werewolf. I was born in the northern parts of France, in a nameless village to unknown pare...
I walked over to my bedroom mirror, turned around, lifted up my gray wool skirt, put my thumbs in white cotton panties and lowered them. I looked over my shoulder and examined the damage: the lower half of my heart-shaped butt looked red and swollen but not bruised. My boyfriend wasn't due home from his trip at work for five days and I felt my buns would ret...
Kirsten had surprised herself that night at Zebo's. She was only there for a meal and drinks with her best friend Kate, and even then nearly cancelled. Chatting with Kate was nice, but she was tiring of her best friend's constantly nagging her to "get laid". Kate never seemed to have that problem thought Kirsten, just she could never hold onto the man she h...
Kelly shifted in her seat. Days dragged on at the drab little state office, the mundane list of tasks and paperwork and gray coworkers flickering in the fluorescent light. There would be more of the same at home tonight: dinner, soccer games, bath time, and then appointment television with Scott on the same damned couch in the same damned living room for the...
This is my first attempt at a longer story with deeper characters and a more evolved story line. Stay tuned for the next chapter. As always comments are welcome. * Steve was mild mannered guy with a big secret. Steve was an avid cross dresser, very bi actually leaning towards being gay. Steve did not consider himself gay because he really wanted to be fem...