She said, "Hello Sir, can I come in?" while looming in at the edge of the door in her neatly laced, bright pink saree that barely covered her midriff, leaving swaths of body to be touched and played with when left to any man's imagination. She almost leaned towards the door as if she was trying to strike a sexy pose, with her breasts heaving and pressing on...
I pace the room, awkward in the unaccustomed shiny five inch heels. I can't help but catch glimpses of myself in those repeating hotel mirrors. I see my body, unfamiliarly clad in a short mini skirt, tight and lowcut black top. Whore-like large silver hoop earrings. My legs are on display, as is my cleavage. Glimpses of creamy white flesh. I pace and glance...
She moans, and cums while riding me. I watch her beautiful body shake, and then as she presses it against mine. She collapses in my arms and doesn't move for a few minutes. "You got cum all over your dad's chair." I whisper in her ear, and lick it. "His secretary's cum is already on it, it's fine." She says, and kisses my neck. "I want to fuck you on his...
I saw you while I was walking through the grocery store. You were bent over, picking up something off the bottom shelf. At first, I thought you were a girl, because of your nicely shaped ass and the fact that your low rider jeans were riding down, exposing a lacy white thong. I was so turned on, my cock started to get rigid right away. If I had been wearin...
Kim followed the voice of the Sat Nav. It took her onto an industrial estate. It was raining hard, obscuring her view. Kim was puzzled. Their previous meetings had been in hotel rooms, where they had explored their own personal style of BDSM together in privacy. She had expected this night to be the same. Her husband was working away and his wife was taking...
I close the door quickly behind me as I rush to my room, checking my phone for the time. I see that you've texted, and my pulse quickens as I open it - "be there in 15. Usual position". I smile and skip the last few steps, quickly shedding my coat and bag as I hunt around for the appropriate items. Ten minutes later, I am kneeling on the floor in front of m...
I met My wife Miss Tonya several years ago and was immediately attracted to her dominance. I never considerd myself submissive, yet Miss Tonya brought out my submissive side with the gentlest of requests, that I would soon have ready before she had asked. Miss Tonya is an attorney for corporate law firm, and therefore meets a lot of rather wealthy, upper-c...
Her cell was a small room just off Master's bedroom; with an over-sized dog pillow, a blanket, a bucket with a lid, and an alarm clock. It was fitted with a one-way intercom that could only be operated from the outside. The door was always locked when she was inside. It operated on a time release lock, set to unlatch at the same time her alarm went off. It c...
Grace stood in the centre of the room, her big brown eyes following her master as he stalked her. He was a tall and naturally intimidating man, but his outfit elevated that even further: a black blazer and shirt, black jeans, and tough leather boots that contrasted against his pale skin and green eyes. He looked Grace up and down, admiring the way her dark h...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Jennifer Lawrence or Alexandra Daddario. ***** Jennifer Lawrence had watched True Detective like a thousand times now. Or at least, one particular part of it. Of course she'd also stared longingly at the footage in Gif form, and pictures which were on her phone, but she couldn't help watch the ori...