Fifteen minutes later Jean pulled into the driveway, hit the button, and opened the garage door. She considered the dark house a good sign. She was as eager to see her cuck as he was to see her. She pictured him up in her bedroom, laying on her bed, flat on his back, a towel underneath him. She had always been a creamer and they had incorporated a towel in t...
My sexy wife Christi is usually pretty reserved but sometimes after a few glasses of wine she lets herself loosen up a bit. I have always wanted to share her but haven't been able to get her to consent. Christi is very sexy. She has long brown hair, beautiful blue eyes and what I think is a smoking hot body. She is five foot six inches, weighs around 120 p...
In my many years of research, I wanted to learn about BDSM through personal experience. I attended numerous lectures at various clubs. One of the most memorable was my visit to a slave auction at Power Exchange. I dressed in very short leather skirt. It was so short, that if I didn't have my pantyhose, my pubic hair would have shown. I slipped a tiny tank t...
The name is Stella Clayton-Qasim and I'm a thirty three-year-old Black woman living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, delightfully curvy, big-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I used to play for the Women's Rugby Club at my old university. These days, I work as a clerk/legal secretary for a law firm in downtown Det...
I am sitting in a swanky hotel lounge at night. It's like a club, low lighting, long squat couches with lots of pillows, dark corners, moody dance music. I'm sitting by myself, looking out a large, floor-to-ceiling window, where city lights sparkle and wink in the indigo night. Suddenly he is there next to me, drinks in hand. He hands me my favorite, whiske...
I'd been watching him all night... sitting with my friends and sipping my beer, trying to get up the nerve to ask him to dance. The dance floor was deserted, but I wanted that body against mine and I thought it would be inappropriate to walk up and ask if he wanted to fuck. Finally, he looked over at our table... our eyes met over a shot glass as I tipped m...
It's a warm spring evening on the beach. Not a sun-bleached, golden California strand, but a mottled grey Pacific Northwest beach—the silvery sand is mixed with galaxies of small rocks and stones, polished round and smooth by countless years of tumbling in the sleepless cold water. Large driftwood logs, stranded at some long-past high tide, form a palisade b...
I never really wanted to leave New York City: I always knew where to take my wallet for a nice, long, wet blowjobs, had my favourites bars and hookers and I was leaving a life I was enjoying. However, my parents decided that the time has come for me to get a "proper" education and as my school results were really good they've sent me to England – like all ot...
It was a stormy night; the wind howled through the woods and beat against the house as she stood at the kitchen sink staring out at the tumult of rain and leaves; it wasn't the storm that bothered her she wasn't afraid, there was something else out there tonight. The clock in the other room had just finished chiming; it was 8 o'clock and the kids were alread...
It had been a long year and with the move, new city, and new job and Patricia and John were worn down. They were both in their early forties, but felt as though they had to begin again. Patricia suggested a weekend away in the big city which was 40 minutes away by train. John agreed; it was just what they needed, so they send the kids to stay at friend's hou...