We exit the car, enter the hotel lobby and walk toward the bar. "Get us a couple of spots at the bar, pet" you tell me. "I'm going to visit the ladies' room." The bar is only semi-crowded, so I easily find two adjacent stools. I suck in my breath as I sit uncomfortably, the unforgiving butt plug reminding me of its presence as I settle my weight on the bar...
Admit it. You're one of those men out there who have a hidden fetish. You know who you are. You're constantly scouring the internet looking for porn. Not just any kind of porn. You're into the kind of porn that features women fucking men with strap-on dildos. It's totally your thing. And that's how you get your rocks off. And you think you're the last guy pe...
No real warnings. Just that this is kinky as fuck and some might find the idea of scat, no matter how amusing the story, disgusting. If you do, then move on and don't read this. So reader beware. Chocolate Real or Homemade? Part 1 Now while I'm not into scat I thought up this little kinky scenario and hope you like the outpourings of my dirty kinky mind...
It all started innocently enough, a bet, a simple bet between the two of us that would change our relationship forever. Gone would be the simple days of flirting and teasing to the next level of moaning and orgasms and sex. I had been flirting a while with Jennifer, this cute girl that I played against in some pool tournaments with me. Well one night while...
It was just supposed to be a nap. They were watching the game on his couch, in his apartment, sipping on root beers and talking during the commercials. He rooted for his alma mater and she rooted for the opposing team just to add some fun. It was their third official "date" and when the game was over, they both stretched, yawned and then looked at each other...
With a bit of red wine and a cigarette, I strip down and run a warm wash cloth over my privates making sure I'm moistening and softening my skin for the cool yet fiery cream that will take away my ugly hairs. I stand in front of the mirror, growing hard as I smooth a thick layer of cream from my waist down to my ankles. Thankfully I don't get hair on my feet...
Ted pulled out of the space at the park. It was fall, but still warm out, and his car air conditioner blew cool air in his face and on his arms, and made him shiver from the evaporation of the sweat that had covered his skin. He was reveling inside at what he had just done. "I made a girl cum on the phone," he thought. "Not just a girl," he added, "Emily....
Mary couldn't get Jane's face out of her mind. "Can't you go any faster?" Sandy called out. Mary didn't think she could, but she tried. She was dragging Sandy's third and final pair of suitcases up the stairs. The third floor would have been no problem with the elevator; but Sandy wanted her to walk. Of course, Mary walked. Sandy giggled. Breathing heav...
With a bit of red wine and a cigarette, I strip down and run a warm wash cloth over my privates making sure I'm moistening and softening my skin for the cool yet fiery cream that will take away my ugly hairs. I stand in front of the mirror, growing hard as I smooth a thick layer of cream from my waist down to my ankles. Thankfully I don't get hair on my feet...
Read the previous chapters if you want to have a clue what's going on. No sex in this one, sorry about that, just some events leading up to the next chapter. I awoke hurting in places I didn't even know I had before this. There were rug burns on my knees, back, and ass. My pussy felt like I had fucked the whole bar, something I had been foolishly consider...