IN THE PALACE OF THE GODS (atop Mount Venusia) The Queen of the Gods had been treating her two lovers, the demi-goddesses Herena and Hastashia, to a hot golden shower over their lusciously formed bare tits when she had received her summons from her lord and master. 'Would you like a sample?' she offered Lermes, the winged messenger who was smaller than mos...
In African communities, if a man happens to Bisexual, he should really keep it to himself. Lots of Black women have Black Gay male friends and support the Black Homosexual lifestyle, that's true. A word of caution, please. Now, those same Black women would have a fit if they found out that their boyfriends or husbands were Bisexual. Black female intolerance...
Jan was a farmer's wife. They had been milking 250 head for 15 years. Her husband worked all the time which had for a long time left him too tired to service her needs. He had bought her a selection of toys as a compromise but she missed the sensation of a hard hot cock inside her. At 48 her libido was growing and each morning after he left she would reach...
"I can't understand it, you think he'd welcome a change." The new sorting office foreman watched puzzled, while in the yard outside Tony Meadows climbed into the familiar red van with all the appearance of a man happy at his work. "I know," replied his colleague, "it's a mystery to me, too. Always the same delivery round since he started five years ago."...
Anal sex is considered haram according to the most sacred rules of Islam, but I can't help but feel great pleasure as my boyfriend Marcus Claude slides his pole deep inside my bum hole. I lay on the couch, naked save for my hijab, legs spread and jaw slack as Marcus continued fucking me in the ass. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Abshiro Wa...
This is Chapter 2 of my ongoing series. Chapter 1 can be found in my profile. ***** I was cleaning the kitchen in my sissy maid outfit when the phone rang. Seeing it was Lina, my wife, I immediately picked it up. "Hi cucky, are you finished with your chores?" she asked. I could hear music in the background and so I knew she was still at the club. "Yes L...
He watched her flirt with the guy at the bar. They were clearly in to each other, there were lingering glances and eye contact that lasted too long; her hand resting on his elbow and his on the small of her back; jokes and laughter. The white strappy top she was wearing did little to hide her curvy body and the skirt stopped well above her knees. The way she...
He woke slowly, groggily, to find his wrists bound and attached to the base of the massive iron headboard. As he tested his restraints, he discovered that there was merely an inch of give, though, thankfully, his fingers were free and he could wiggle them around. His feet were another story: they were attached to what felt like it must be a small spreader ba...
My name is Francis and I teach ballroom dancing. I teach only adults. Although I've taught mostly in Boston, my story location is important. Much of this story is based on my actual experience as an instructor. A month after I began my ballroom dancing career, Blossom enrolled in dance lessons. Her program was open ended. You might call it a 'life time' pr...
Novembers were always ugly in Portland. Streaky drops of rain made oily looking ripples on the sidewalk puddles. Nathalie looked over her shoulder tentatively before opening the door. No suburban housewife would be seen in this part of town, ever. Greyish dusty blinds were obscured by the milky condensation on the unassuming storefront. It could have easily...