While the day passed slowly before the revisit of a "Creampie Adventure," little had I known the effect of the anticipation would have for me, as well as for John, who'd confided his own love of knowing in advance, rather than a spontaneous "grab me and haul me off to the boudoir" we'd been doing to spice up our rather conventional sex life. I, too, was day-...
Ive been a member here for a lil while but just havn't gotten around to submitting anything. Why? Honestly I'm not rilly sure, but I think much of it lay in the fact that I didn't feel my stuff was sexy enough, not erotic enough, and I certainly dont have anywhere close to a cult following yet so I can't even hope for blind adoration : smirk : But... One ha...
Friday night in a crowded bar, you see me from across the room. I'm trying to get served, leaning over the bar on tiptoe. Wearing high heels and a short skirt I look like I'm begging to be fucked. You can just see the lacy tops of my hold ups peeking out. You come up behind me and wrap your arms around my waist holding me in position. You whisper "Don't Mo...
When I woke up it was dark out side and my hands and feet were tied to the bed. I was naked and lying on my back. My jaw hurt and I was thirsty. I looked around the room and called out to see if anyone was there. My voice sounded cracked and worn. Brandi entered from the hall dressed in a long robe. It was loosely tied and her leg stuck out as she perched in...
Day Five, Paris-Brittany Style Today was Friday and I was planning a hot last night. My cunt ached from eight poundings in four nights. Instead of going to a hotel I planned to be nothing more or less than a married total-slut out on Friday night. It would be heals, plenty of cleavage, my short red mini-skirt, no bra, panty-less. The best gig possible came...
"That was awesome, now it's my turn. If you think seeing me coming out of the shower is enough to get you going, wait until I show you this." Not that I would balk for a second at seeing her play with herself but I couldn't, wouldn't let her know that I jack off all the time watching her finger herself. What I hadn't seen yet or anticipated was what she di...
This is a parody... It is not real Part 1: Andrea Mitchell Andrea Mitchell was waiting for the pizza that she ordered to be delivered. She was very hungry from work and her extracurricular sexual activities. She was wearing her hot work clothes, a skin tight black satin blouse and jacket and very short and very tight black satin mini skirt. She had on blac...
I turn off the car's ignition and I am swallowed by a yawning chasm of silence so deep it feels for an instant as if the entire world has stopped breathing with me. For what must be the hundredth time I question the sanity of my actions; why without hesitation I had obeyed the command of a man I had never met when barely an hour ago he'd sent a text containi...
I ran into Ryan's bathroom and quickly transformed back into boy me. I nearly ripped my hair extensions as they came out, furiously scrubbed my make-up and tossed my pretty clothes into my bag, replacing them with my normal jeans and t shirt. I looked in the mirror, I was a boy again. Kelly was gone. Downstairs I head Ryan talking to his mum, casually menti...
The next day Kirsty had three messages, one from Simon again asking to meet up again for her mouth to do some action, another message was from a man named Pete and the third was asking if she was into meeting two guys at the same time. Kirsty only responded to Simon and Pete, she didn't feel safe meeting two men together in a park late at night. She arranged...