The semester drew to a close. Annette had graduated and was accepted at Illinois State University for her master's degree in literature. In the meantime, my relationship with Annette had grown deeper and more meaningful. Summer was approaching, and I encouraged her to spend it studying the ancient Greek language. She also willingly consented to move in with...
I was never a voyeur. But it happened accidentally. Ann thought I was out at the office. But I was at home, working on the computer in my study. I heard a doorbell and wanted to get up and open it. That was a shock. Madan had arrived and as I stood in the corner of the room, I saw Ann clutch him and kiss him. She was wearing a knee length loose dress and a...
The sticky sperm was dripping off my breasts and onto the carpet. I waited for the next load to hit me. I was leaning back on my hands and wearing only my heels. My legs were spread and my shaved pubes also covered . Opening my eyes I saw a hand working on a large thick cock. He was straddling me. When I saw the first stream I opened my mouth in an attempt t...
Sarah had not touched her food. They had both ordered salads, and Darren was mopping up the mayonnaise and remnants of chopped carrot on his plate with a piece of bread. Her mood hadn't gone unnoticed either. "You alright? Not hungry?" Darren asked, then raised a mug of coffee, taking a sip. "Why do you ask?" Sarah answered, not looking up from her plate,...
This story is a follow up to the 'Bedroom Research' stories. * I think my minds been messed with; a few months back I would not have dreamed of dressing up in girls clothes but now I was looking forward to a special delivery. Mandy had told me what to order and I had been busy on line picking out a nice pair of frilly pink panties and a pretty sissy dress....
Australian Katrina Boswell arrived at LA airport to be greeted by an assistant PR person, camera-woman and soundperson. Away to their right the candidate from the United Kingdom, actress and novelist Lisa Roughbottom, was besieged by the media, the CEO of the contest sponsors and a busload of semi-professional actors hired to create an orgy of excess in the...
Lynchburg prison was a low security prison for non-dangerous criminals. Mostly white collar criminals with money ended up in this place. It was actually not too shabby a facility. It had single rooms with en suite bathrooms equipped with private showers, drawers for your limited clothing choices and a TV in each room. I was even able to take my Xbox into the...
I'm obsessed. I admit it, I embrace it and I revel in the fact that I'm obsessed. Obsessed with the male member known as a penis, a cock, a schlong, a Johnson, Mr. Happy, A DICK. All kinds, slender ones, thick ones :-), short ones, long ones, average ones, as long as they are shaped with that wonderfully velvet soft head that has the wider collar, and a stif...
Dear Readers, this is the third story about an Indian man and his maid. The first story was about how an Indian man, managed to entice his maid to have sex with him. The second story was about how he fucked her the first time. Subhash was anxiously waiting on the third day for his maid Sushila to come for her work. He would glance at the clock, pace his roo...
I've been in bed with a lot of men -- but I've not kinky. One man, one bed has been my general rule. Only for a few months did I participate in what might be called group sex. I was 38 and I had been divorced for many years and had learned, slowly and painfully, to enjoy sex for what it was -- recreation -- and not to anticipate true love. I became friends...