[Author's Note: slightly revised for clarity. I wanted to make sure Sheila's outfit was visualized a tad more completely! Feel free to comment or complain. Thanks] * After my butt plug-enhanced blow job experience with Ted (and the sopping-wet mop-up masturbation that followed) I slept the sleep of the (virtuously) wicked, my tummy full of boyfriend sperm...
It's hard to describe how erotic it felt to step into the elevator the next morning at work, for the ride up to my floor. The night before, after all, I had paraded around the office wearing nothing but jewelry and black pumps, and even had masturbated at the receptionist's desk, leaving a very wet, dark stain on her chair. This was all so unlike the femini...
“I want an exclusive with Entertainment Tonight,” says Andrew, Matt’s evil publicist, on his cellular phone. “Damn it, I said ET. That’s right, ET.” I’m in a limousine with Matt and Andrew; we’re on our way to a private screening of a new film on Fifth Avenue. Andrew insists that Matt should attend more movie premiers. “It’s cheap publicity,” he says. “What...
After the Slayer left, Kiara and Spike stood staring at each other. Even from thirty feet away Kiara could sense the rage boiling off the Vampire. Only the fact that she knew he wouldn't ever really hurt her, at least not much, kept her from fainting or at least trying to bolt for some dubious safety. "Uh Spike...er, that's really the first time Buffy and...
When morning came I felt a great sense of relief as the sun shone through my window. Touching my skin and filling me with warmth, I sat on the edge of my bed for a minute, my head down and a gentle yawn. I stood up to stretch myself a bit, keeping my lower body straight whilst rotating my upper body left to right. Last night had been quite an intense night w...
Sequel to my October 21, 2017 story. ************* While I was cured of my ravaging fantasies – not only did they no longer interfere with my life, I never even had any at all – as a result of the ravaging reality that I was sure had been arranged by my misguided though probably well-meaning psychologist Mary Ross, I continued to be intrigued by the likel...
The man was kneeling astride the woman. After fucking her he had removed the condom and had spent a pleasant few minutes sliding his still erect cock between her ample tits. Now he was approaching the end. While his right hand, fondled a nipple, his left was pumping fast along his shaft. His breathing came in irregular gasps as he urged himself towards the p...
Laying in a sweaty heap on the bed, Jasmine slowly awoke as the delicious smell of sausages again wafted up from the kitchen. Smiling, she sighed as her whole body tingled, the effects of a long day (and night) of raucous sex with Gus pulsed in her body. She had worked him over good the day before, spending hours bringing him to the edge of orgasm before bac...
When I meet Jessie, she was just a silly kid going to college. But there was something about her. She had a sarcastic wit that I found very refreshing. She was respectful and yet there was a rebelliousness about her that bubbled just under the surface. I had met her while doing a college tour. I was lecturing about the effects of jail on juveniles. We starte...
Margo and I have made a date to meet a local band "White Trash" to hear them play at a local club near campus and ask if they will play at our rally.I arrive early, followed in about fifteen minutes by Margo. Sliding in beside me in the booth, she leans and whispers, "Let's go outside for a few minutes." Interested, I rise and follow her. She stops to take...