George had to pinch himself. Here it was four days after the surprise he sprung on Missy and she was coming over for a date to make up for his indiscretion. The thought of her hot body on the rotating table as a few random dicks were waiting to worship her seemed like a fantasy come true. Yet, he could tell she was starting to get into it when she reached ov...
I don't know if she was simply crazy or whether she was involved in some odd piece of performance art, but there, amid the bustle of people rushing from train to train at Metro Central, I saw her. She was dressed entirely in white, down to the white paint or shoe polish on her face. Even the harmonica she played was white. I had read about her, a short snip...
Special thanks to "Blackstallion21" for his help editing. * "Remove your clothing". 'What, here in the park,' she thought. She knew better than to disobey, that would only resulted in punishment for disobedience. This wasn't like being on the ranch where being nude out in the open may be discomforting, but the chance of being discovered unlikely. This was...
Melanie was a really attractive woman. In her early thirties, about five and a half feet tall. She was not slim, but very shapely with a very full ass, beautifully rounded, soft, shown off wonderfully in the tight skirts she loved to wear. Melanie had been part of our group for some time now, and Judy, my wife, and I had both enjoyed some pretty vigorous lov...
All characters are fictional And made up in my own head. You just love that feeling when he pulls you're hair and calls you a whore. His cold fingers grip hot skin, the breath against your neck. It's just like a dream but the sharp pain that numbs after a while keeps you from drowning in desires. You're a bad girl he croons as his hand strike up, g...
Bianca Carmichael knelt in the shadows of the confessional box. The night before she had walked in and found her boyfriend and her best friend tied up together in a writhing sexual frenzy. Her whole world of expectations collapsed as she watched him thrusting hard between the thighs of Cindy. She was strangely sadly mesmerised as she watched them but then th...
It brings me the utmost pleasure when you do this to me. I gaze upon you, my magnificent Master. You're so tall and sexy, with dark brown skin, golden brown eyes and curly Black hair. Your Nigerian father and Puerto Rican mother gave you the best of both worlds, making you one of the world's most beautiful Black men. From the moment I saw you in my psycholog...
John decided he could trust Anna. He could feel that she wasn't angry with him, just perplexed. Even doubting her own sanity. He guessed that could really drive a person mad and that wouldn't be fair on her. "You could. I've had this ability since I was about eighteen or a bit younger." There followed the usual demonstrations John did when he felt he could...
...The house is a comfortable size, secluded from the beachfront by a long cobbled drive and a large, wooden gate, hiding the world within from that without. A small frontroom leading to a modern kitchen, reading room and lounge. The master bedroom sits above it all, lording the second floor with a balcony open to the sea air. Plain, austere almost. Minimali...
As he scanned the room, his eyes were immediently drawn to her. She was sitting on a barstool, drinking a glass of dark red wine. She was wearing black thigh high leather boots and a short, tight, very low cut, red lace dress, and, he saw, nothing underneath. Her long, straight black hair hung down to her waist. He smiled to himself, knowing that his charms...