Chapter 9 Natalie's punishment Jean tells me she got a phone call from Natalie, the club was having a special night the next month and wanted to know if we would be attending. "What's going on that's special? "She really didn't say, just it would be a lot of fun and hot. How about we take Annette?" "Sounds great, let her know we'll be there." Saunterin...
She stares at the purple lantana, its delicate flora spread amongst railroad ties and dormant rose bushes. In the middle of winter, tiny amethyst flowers blanket the barren landscape everywhere, and she is drawn to the serene hue. She breathes in the fresh cold air, allowing her eyes time to capture the full beauty of the moment and transport sensory percept...
She stares at the lush purple lantana, its delicate flora spread amongst railroad ties and random quiescent rose bushes. In the middle of winter, tiny amethyst flowers blanket the barren landscape, shadowing gray dormant trees reaching for the indigo darkness. She is drawn to the serene hue, breathing in cold fresh air, her eyes drinking in the full beauty...
I want you. I want you badly; I can sit here and I can envision fantasies of you all day long, but I don't believe even those give the full degree of my want. It's like an obsession; it's my only obsession; I'm not an obsessive type person. I actually realized the full extent of my want for you this weekend. I've known, of course, for sometime that I wanted...
Hey all! Here's the penultimate chapter; I promised I'd finally finish something. All comments questions and whatnot are welcome via my profile page. ***** The next few weeks were very rewarding. Ian continued to work out, continued his training, and continued to fuck me and a host of other women utterly senseless. It was a simply glorious thing to see a y...
I must be obsessed. I think about her when I wake up, my cock stiff and ready, as it is every morning. I think about her face, her lips, the fresh smell of her shampooed hair. I think about her expressive eyes, the way they crinkle when she smiles and laughs. Her jaw line, her lips...oh those lips. How can they be so soft, so hard, so enticing? How can the...
Hi, my name is Mike, I have a girlfriend of about a year now, and I really love her. But there is one obsession that I can't shake...my obsession with big tits. Not that my girlfriend isn't beautiful, she is. But I obsess about big bouncy boobs in my head all the time. This is story is about how I quenched my obsession with huge mammaries. I'm a twenty-one...
Introduction: "Capnolognia" (smoking fetishism) is delved into from a personal perspective. Sexual hi-jinks and out-of-control fantasies abound as you are guided through the mind of a fastidious fetishist. And so, dear reader; if smoking is not a "thing" for you—either in a sexually dynamic sense, or in any other sense—then I'd suggest you move on to some...
It was night again, and though my prey and pleasure had gathered their sweaty, sexy overly muscled bodies and moved on into the daylight long ago, I was still sleeping on a couch in the Vampire Ingestion Pad as I'd mentally redubbed it. Important people? No such thing. I went to the mirror, which, of course, cast no reflection until I chose to expend some...
Steve had an obsession and had to get it out of his system. He knew that. Before it was too late. At his age, he couldn't keep living with this obsession. Sometimes, over the years, he'd felt guilty and ashamed to be so obsessed. At other times, he'd felt elated and excited because he also felt unique and privileged to have such an imagination. But, more tha...