"Nancy, do you really think this crazy idea is going to work?" I asked myself. Let me explain. A few months ago I was fascinated by the idea of submitting to a dominant, and I rashly talked a man into being my 'master' for a scene. He agreed, and I chose a rather advanced toy in his dungeon, the wooden pony. A mistake, but not a fatal one. During that pon...
A Porto Rican Blow Job at the Zoo, Hogarth the Disco Star in Tel Aviv, Goldie, the Israeli Tranny and a brief mention of My 2nd Wife. "They" say there is no pussy like Jewish pussy. That always seemed like a stupid thing to say, "They" must be idiots My second wife was a Jew and her pussy wasn't any different than any other woman's; there were better, there...
Chapter 2 A classical evening I was sitting in my easy chair smoking a Cuban cigar and drinking French brandy. The articles in the Picayune were boring and I had no book to command my interest. Idly I opened a drawer and drew out a pack of French postcards. The pictures on them were ones I had seen too many times and they no longer excited me. I tapped th...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
Reposted by request 11-7-12 Seven Tails Tail Three: Stable Boy (Daniel and introducing David and Wendy) One The vinyl of the stool squeaked against the soft material of my pants as I sat and watched the process of my newest acquisition regaining consciousness. The first few hours were both critical and highly amusing. And generally predictable. As an...
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Kallie put her mini dress back on over her stockings. We were both still covered in cum, Kallie more than me. "Don't wipe the cum off," Steve said. "I want you to walk through the bar and show everyone what filthy sluts you both are." Kallie had her thong in hand. I wore mine to hide my flaccid cock. We walked out of the room and the guys cheered, the cum...
Dearest Pony, Laying here naked on my new satin sheets stretching my legs, my back and flexing my stomach. I feel the blood rushing to my lower regions bring back happy memories and future touches in the days, months and years to cum. I drift in and out of the waking space of sleep and I think... I press my cock harder into the sheets, flexing my ass and th...
This is a continuation of the story 'Commander Murphy's Woman'. It should be read first for a better understanding of the characters and the plot, although this story stands alone. Commander Andrew David Augustus Murphy, U.S. Navy (Retired) sat in his chair in front of his desk watching the news on TV. He grumbled under his breath about the situation in Ira...