Freshly shaven... I can't get the image of you standing in the hot, steamy water, cock pulled to the side, razor in hand. So I thought Id give you a little visualization of my own... Home in the afternoon, by myself, early for these reasons. I've stripped down already into just my bra and panties and begin to think about how sensual it would be to shave m...
Slutty pet I have such a treat for you tonight. I know how much you crave attention, like the greedy little slut you are, and tonight you shall receive it, in abundance. I have been talking to my friends about my obedient little pet and how much I love the beseeching, awed look in his eyes as he worships my body, desperate to please me. I've told them how y...
Dear Shoeblossom Flash loves to tease my butt-hole, she runs her long nails in and out, and then, of course makes me lick off the crud. She will use her other hand to twist my cock head about, what do they call it, the glans? like she's trying to open a bottle of baby aspirin. I'm standing in front of Flash, who is resplendent in her little leather miniski...
The third shoot was off from the start. The whole country theme was an idea that never came together. There was no good way to film it at a rodeo. The next idea to work the taping around a country line dancing motif was a big fail as well. The only thing that was even really feasible was the mechanical bull. Dillon knew that a skilled bull operator could wor...
It happened on a hot summer day, mid July. My mother was hanging the clothes to dry on the line while I sat carelessly on the stoop, pondering how I was going to spend the next three months off school. With my elbows on my knees, and my chin resting comfortably on my palms, I found myself lulling off into a daydream. This was not just any daydream, however,...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. *** It was a cold and stormy night, rain pelted the windows from what seemed like every direction. Michael, a man of twenty years old lay on his living room couch staring up at the dusty ceiling fan, lost in thought. It had only been a month since his parents had kicked him out o...
Mrs Hendry smiled to herself as she drove to her next appointment with Tim. She had discovered evidence of some of his little 'peccadillos' whilst cleaning his bedroom and intended to incorporate these into her plans. In fact, compared with some of her gentlemen clients, she had found his apparent 'interests' were quite mild, but nonetheless shameful and use...
The soft light of early morning gradually filled in the scene as Mitchell emerged from sleep. He looked to his left and saw his wife Diane propped up on one elbow, gazing at him. She moved closer and kissed him softly. She slid onto him and kissed him harder. Her hair fell onto his face. It's fresh scent enveloped him. "You were marvelous last night. Not e...
This story is another in a series of (mostly) true stories about my wife, Erica. Please enjoy! Fast forward from our honeymoon. We are now married, I am on active duty, and we are at our first duty station in North Carolina. Having dated all through college, living together was not much of a challenge. We loved exploring our new "home" state and living toge...
"So uh...why are we doing this on the couch?" asked Lana. She and Leah stood in Arin's living room. Leah had spread a soft waterproof blanket on the couch while Lana covered the floor in squares Leah called "pee pads." Leah didn't keep them in her infirmary, but seemed okay with using them in the captain's quarters. "Arin is really um...particular," she sai...