Audrey stared, fascinated by the sight of the small male anus being stretched around the fat cockhead. She watched Isabella in her pretty stockings and blouse, looking so pretty and dainty as she continued to jerk off her paperboy while he was being sodomized. She knew the big penis would stroke his prostate and produce an enormous amount of cream from the y...
I awoke the next morning with the best feeling of completeness, and for a few minutes I couldn't quite figure out why. When I remembered the previous night, my face broke into a grin. I thought back to those events, the spontaneity, the passion, and I started to get excited. I rolled over, ready to blow David's mind for the second time, but I found him gone....
Elunara paced back and forth. "I don't have to ask if you're sure, but you have to give me everything, every little nuance." "It was like taking an arrow to the chest." After near an hour, Elunara sighed. "I need to train you better." "Sorry, momma" Lydia fidgeted. "Not your fault." Elunara sighed. "We'll find the bastard... and when I get my hands on...
Beep... beep... BEEEEEEEEEP... The alarm clock went off as loud as hell's bells... Oh my God... how much I hated hearing this disgusting and disturbing noise. I punched the clock, shut it off and sat on my bed. I rubbed my eyes and stood there for a while trying to relax. My long dark brown hair was covering my face and naked breasts as I put aside my satin...
Tales of an Oral Obsessive I opened my eyes to a beautiful spring day. The early morning sun came slaking through our bedroom window and landed at the head of our bed, spreading warmth like good news. Chloe laid next to me, swathed in lace and pastels, asleep, her little cherry lips parted, her soft brown hair spilling onto her pillow. Her eyes were as beau...
Frankie Stumante fastened her stocking to the clip of her garter belt and ran her hands up her thigh, smoothing the cool, soft nylon. As she stood, she viewed herself in the full-length mirror appraisingly. Her long dark hair was perfect, if still a little wet, her large, full breasts held and pushed up by the black satiny bra with a front closure that looke...
*Caroline* Episode 2: January 8th, 1998 Lester Graves was flexing his pretend muscles in front of the expensive stainless glass mirror in the back of his office, the only place in the world where such an elaborate fantasy could be played out. Lester wasn't with his physical appearance in real life. But in the mirror he didn't see his scrawny little body, h...
I can still smell her scent...sweet and unfamiliar. It clings to my clothes, my lips, the sheets upon my bed...it hangs in the air like cherry blossoms in spring... and I will never forget it. She arrived at 5pm sharp, emerging from her little car and cautiously approaching as I stood staring like a simpleton in front of a math problem. I could scarcely bel...
Jeremy and I had been sleeping together for a month -- once or twice a week at his place, maybe once a week at mine -- before he finally asked me a familiar question that most new lovers eventually raise. We'd gotten each other all hot and juicy with a languid me-on-top 69, and when we couldn't stand it any longer, I just straddled him and gave myself a good...
"Doesn't she look lovely today," Yvonne said as Clare carried a tray of drinks into the meeting room. "Yes, lovely," I said with enthusiasm, and then as she handed me my tea whispered in her ear, "Good enough to fuck." A little pinkness touched her cheeks, complimenting the pink and white colour scheme of her oversized t shirt. But she held my gaze and I w...