A while ago, I tied Katie to her bed and ate her pussy, and after that we fucked. She enjoyed the sex part but she has told me it would have been much better for her if the bondage part had been heavier. Being tied to a bed is okay but it's nothing compared to chains and shackles in a dungeon. Neither of us owns a dungeon or knows where there is one for rent...
--The beginning-- I don't care for abstract art but this artist's paintings fascinate me. The crisp lines, interflowing textures, colours, the curious, creative mind that perceives and shares what few of us see. The young woman behind the counter smiles and says, "They're not paintings. They're photos". I have to meet the artist who created these photograph...
She walked across the threshold into the patio and saw him standing there alone. Still dressed in his wrinkled tuxedo, his tie askew and his dark hair tousled as if he'd been in a brawl. A silent testament to what had happened at what some media outlets had proclaimed the wedding that never finished. It had begun as he and his bride to be had made their fi...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** "You do remember our anniversary is next week, don't you?" Amy asked. "Of course I do, honey," I replied, trying to keep from raising my voice, which would let her know for sure I was lying. "Well, have you got me anything y...
This is the true story of a holiday camping trip in the summer of 1997 with my best friend Anna. I had just celebrated my eighteenth birthday and it was a time when I was unsure of my sexuality and searching for answers. The events described mark a significant turning point in my life and helped me to begin to understand my sexuality and in particular prev...
Rick had been trying to read the morning newspaper, but a distraction simply made it impossible. Now he slumped back in his chair, spread his legs wide and proceeded to play with himself. One set of fingers fondled his fat testicles. Though drained only a few hours earlier, he felt certain another load was available if circumstances dictated. With thumb and...
Author's note: This a Nashville story takes place in the first half of Season 3. ***** Emily had been warned that Juliette Barnes was impossible to please. That she went through assistance like toothbrushes, wearing them down until they were shadows of their former selves. Most of all she had been warned that Juliette was an evil bitch who sooner or later...
By Otis_from_Helotes Copyright 2014 "The strong give up and move on. The weak give up and stay" --Hall and Oates song ______________________________________________ The social scene had changed dramatically by the advent of the 2020's. Eighty percent of new marriages were now between same sex couples. Cohabiting heterosexuals were largely opting out of...
My names Johnny, I'm fifty-eight married to Joan twenty years my junior. My wife's was frigid because of her church upbringing, sex being dirty unless it is done for procreation. I own a photographic shop, but because I wasn't getting sex I became a Voyeur, fixing up a C.C.T.V. link in the ladies changing room. I had an affair with my next-door neighbour b...
I saw him today as I walked along the shore enjoying a steady breeze of warm tropical air on my face, his face in shadow from the glaring sun. The sun was not kind to me... I felt as if I was baking. I had reached the half way point of my destination. He walked along the shore shoeless, shirtless in his swim trunks. I could not take my eyes off his beautiful...