My wife and I, in our 30's, own an investment consulting service. I have an M.B.A., and she has a business degree with a specialty in economics. Our Princeton undergraduate credentials make us appealing and impressive in the eyes of our clients. Over the years, we've done very well, and concentrate on certain rich and selective investors who live in Morris C...
The two rubbery, artificial phalluses filled Alicia. She gasped as Bev and Monique flexed their hips in unison, dual sleek cocks erotically assailing her tunnels. Sandwiched as such, Alicia perspired between the writhing fucksters. The leather collar constricted around her throat and she embraced that lovely, sought after feeling. Alicia stared into Monique'...
Instantly you know what I want to do to you as I lead you by the hand to the family bathroom. I will soil you & make you dirty, before I make love to you. We've done this before. But what you don't know is that this is the time I've been waiting for, the time where I will make you completely mine, my piss slut. I will make you dirty, and humiliate you unlike...
My wife and I of five years have always had a great relationship. We have friends and family we each love, goals we each pursue, and jobs we both love. She is a store manager and I am a stockbroker. We don't have any kids at all and have no intention of having any. We each lead pretty normal lives. Except when it comes to sex games. In normal life we are in...
Chapter the Second Just a note: This story contains bisexual sex, fisting, bondage, piss play and more. That's why it's in the fetish section. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't read it. If it is, enjoy! Now, on with the depravity... As I knelt there on the piss soaked blanket in my piss soaked clothes, I tried to gather my wits, not to mention catch my...
Tamsin was getting a bit bored with her gym session by now. She'd been working hard while checking out the firm bodies of the sweaty boys. Not to mention quite a few of the other girls as well. She paused to take a big gulp from her water bottle. And to stare quite openly at the wildly flopping crotch of the man on the treadmill facing her, telling her that...
When people asked Naomi what her job was, she told them that she was a school secretary, which was mostly true. She was a secretary, and it was a sort of school, though in actuality it was the sort of school that she previously assumed only existed in sexy fantasies -- an all-girl institution for ladies aged 18 to 21 who, with complex legal paperwork being s...
The day Elvis came to our house, I was in a pissy mood because my husband had forgotten to close the garage door the night before and when the yard sprinklers turned on at oh-dark-hundred, the sprinkler that I'd driven my truck over last year and twisted all cattywompus sprayed like a firehose right through the garage door and in my truck window, which I'd l...
Taylor laid in bed wide awake. It was a Thursday morning. Thursday, her favorite day of the week. She looked around the small room that she shared with her roommate, Chelsea. As her eyes looked over at Chelsea, who was applying her makeup in front of her mirror, her mind was focused on two main things. First was Taylor's urge to urinate. She had been lying...
It was a sunny, quiet Sunday morning as I strode through a deserted section of my local park. This was my favourite area with several benches situated right on the edge of a large grassy wooded area where only the odd dog walker ventured. I sat on my favourite bench, unfurled my paper and began to read, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine and the tranquility...