Mardi Gras II: The French Quarter ~Min continues to enchant me in the Crescent City~ Arm in Arm we stroll. The Carnival of Bourbon Street fading away behind us. I watch as the passing Men look back to see you go bye. Seeing the yearning look in their eyes. Knowing they are feeling the fever of the heat you are emanating. The heat that is surging up my arm,...
Preface: Here is a game my wife and I have come to enjoy. It is our modification of the "marble game" (with many thanks to all of the people posting there own versions in the past). Ours incorporates many of the fetishes that both my wife and I share and enjoy (mostly with her being dominant) as well as more mundane choices, made more exciting by being part...
To My Master... Letter from a Slut Wife Forgive me, but I have secret lusts that I so wish to fulfill. I lie awake at night dreaming of tasting the flesh of others, fingering myself for relief. I need to confess what a dirty little whore I really am. There are some nights I find myself picturing being tied to the bed, open and exposed. I can see the men, l...
I pulled into the driveway, my panties damp with anticipation. These times are so few, I'm always excited to see him. He knows my body, my desires and my dark needs. My breath quickens as he opens the door, he looks hungry. I step over the threshold and am immediately thrown against the wall. His kiss steals my breath, demanding and forceful. His hands are I...
After our last encounter, I thought my lover deserved something a bit more romantic than just being fucked hard and then covered in my cum (although she has never exactly complained about being treated this way!) What we would really love to do is to find the time to have a proper date together. Dinner, a few drinks and then spend the whole night together....
There's a point at which your wildest dreams meet with reality and result in really kinky, hot, wild sex. The kind of sex that makes you sore the next day. The kind that makes your legs shake and your world rock. The sexual tension filled the space between us like a third person sitting on the couch. "Can you smell hormones?" I wondered . . . God knows, if...
We had been chatting for more than a year, always naughty, sometimes wild, always ending in one or both of us cuming but we had never met, never touched, never doing to each other what we spoke about so often. It was my idea to meet. I chose a hotel near a shopping complex I knew well and spent the afternoon getting ready for our meeting. I would wear the bl...
The rope strains at Katy's wrists as she pulls against her bonds. Sweat pools between her breasts, running in streams across her bare stomach before running off onto the sheets. A moan escapes her lips, barely heard over the rustling of the sheets. The man between her legs pauses, enjoying the sound, then resumes feasting upon her sopping wet sex. Katy again...
Professor William Cameron's gaze always locks onto the upper-left corner of the back wall of the classroom when he lectures. Cameron only looks directly at students is when one asks him a question. The rest of the time, his eyes narrow as his head cocks to once side and his hands move as he speaks. Sometimes he sketches a ridiculous, nonsensical object on th...
A lot of American people carry inside their heads this popular misconception that black females are sexually inhibited. Well, that's a damn lie. My name is Sarah Jessica Johnson and I'm a Boston gal here to tell it like it is. Black women are not sexually inhibited. Well, not all of us anyway. Sure, there are quite a few frigid bitches in our communities jus...