I am a kinky woman. Funny, when I was growing up I never thought of myself in that way. In fact I considered myself the All American Girl. When I thought of sex, it was always a vision of hearts and romance, lots of kissing, and straight sex in the missionary position, man on top of course. Even something as relatively common as oral sex never crossed my min...
The idea of choosing a nightclub based on the appearance of its sign seemed naïve to Kevin. However, after spending half an hour searching fruitlessly for a club with a short enough line of sufficiently interesting people, it was ultimately a sign that caught Kevin's eye. It read "Dark Smiles" and was accompanied by pictures of women smiling mischievously....
A squatting figure peeing , it must be the dish washer. I tremble with slight excitement. I watched the rounded ass. I tried to walk as casually pass her pretending not noticing her. The street light showed enough from the side view. The urge to see her pussy closeup, to touch her pussy and to fuck her starts boiling in me. I can recall vividly her pee shot...
I had read a story on a fetish porn site about a woman named Jen stopping behind after hours and taking a naughty piss over the carpet in a conference room. The author had then gone onto to describe how the woman, turned-on by her actions had gone onto experimenting by first peeing over the table in the same room before taking a piss in her manager's cup. Th...
Part 1 The first time I spent an evening with Lily, it wasn't by choice. People didn't really choose to hang out with Lily. She was a stuck-up brat from an all-girls school who liked to talk, at a speed faster than human hearing could keep up with, about numerous posh friends of hers that no-one had ever met. Plus, listening to her sing was a painful experi...
Maggie and I were sitting at a diner in the small town of Skowhegan, Maine listening to the conversation of a few local men at the next table. We were wandering around Maine and had ventured north of where most tourists go. The locals were discussing what I guessed was an afterhours bar outside of Skowhegan. One of the men was not familiar with it. "Go out...
I'm down at the park tonight. It's about 3am, there's no one around, but the full moon seems as bright as the sun. I've been in this clump of trees for a few minutes now, allowing myself to adjust to the light and the surroundings. Now that I've taken the time to do this, I can see just what a perfect spot it is. The trees are all a little taller than me -...
This is a story that was relayed to me by my friend Jeff. We both hope you enjoy it. ********* This story contains various fetish activities. ********* The first day was busy, not knowing where to look first, with so many people enjoying their fetishes out in the open for all to see. I must admit, my own favorite fetish, pee fun, was plentiful among man...
For the past 6 years Aiden had been restoring and stretching his foreskin longer. In the past few months Aiden started to realise that his foreskin length had started to exceed that of his penis! His dick measured around 4 inches soft and his foreskin extended a good 7 inches past the tip. Even when he was fully erect he had about 6 inches of floppy foreski...
Borus Kepeleski's father, Lazlo, was born in Hungary. Like many Hungarian men, he was strikingly handsome. Tall, slender with big eyes, thin lips, and a rosy complexion. He would have been a perfect clothes model. Instead, he ended up working in his father-in-law's pleating factory in New York City. How did he end up there? His cousin, Danny Dorfman, got h...