"Now, lift up that skirt and let me see that cute little peewee pussy of yours." Rachel, my wife, yells to me. "Ok, ok, take it easy." The quiver in my voice makes me blush. "I'm trying my very best Ma'am." The truth is, I'm not really a voluntary cuck, if she would have sex with me I would take it in a heart beat. But she won't. She says my dick will...
Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. * Late Friday afternoon Neleema received a call from Kanan saying that she would not be able to come over until tomorrow morning. She went on...
I plopped down on the couch next to Andrea who was busy watching Nika pace back and forth in her bra and panties. Nika's rum and coke steady spilling out of one side of the glass and then the other. "I am sick and tired of these broke ass...broke down, no good man-whores thinking they own us! I NEED SOME SPACE? What the hell is that suppose to mean? We just...
Just so that everyone knows this is continued from Chapter 1 titled Abracadabra. So, if you've read Abracadabra already, this is the next chapter. Thank you for reading! :) Chapter 2 White Magic Mid-May morning sweetness steaming off the blooming jasmines lining the post office building, Desi pulls her shades down over her eyes, curtly nods a polite "Hel...
"Come on Mr Spoon, slaves must do what they are told... AND remember not to speak. I don't want to hear your voice at all." She motions me across the room towards our sofa, somewhere in suburbia. I was playing a familiar role, the man with the useless dick. She said she would never touch me intimately again, I was not allowed to cum. She never wanted to s...
She loved the fact that he was a gear head at heart. She loved old muscle cars, going fast in them and the fact that he could make his dream car purr if he had half a chance. She wanted to see him resurrect his 1968 Firebird from the dead. Poor car. It had been a very long time since it had been given the opportunity to haul ass, impress, and be worthy of...
* Many thanks to my editor gethelred without his help this story would still be a mess* I sat, scanning the dance floor, my eyes flicking nervously back and forth. It had seemed so easy, back at home, as I had talked myself out, looking for the right one. It had to be the right one. I watched as some girls danced in groups and some danced with friends...
Jane was outside the back door puffing on a cigarette and did not hear me sneak up on her, dressed casually in a T-shirt with no bra the first she realised that I was behind her was when my hands found there way under her shirt to start fondling her nipples. Normally she would object as the house at the end of our garden overlooks us but this week they wer...
The rumble of thunder overhead rattles the frame of the church, causing a bit of dust to fall down from the ceiling onto the desk. Old religious text, scrolls, and books lay scattered as Father Sherman desperately gathers them together. Among them were descriptions of the unholy creatures now walking among the townspeople, even mentions of a greater evil tha...
Running fast. Running hard. Her arms are around my shoulders. The wind whips our hair into a mass of knots. It is cool enough our jackets feel good but not so cold as to give us an ice cream headache. We lean into the curve. The bike starts to drift just a bit. I crack the throttle to power us through the curve and to correct the drift. We race the full, br...