It had been a hot day. The sort of day where the humidity lays upon one's skin like a heavy blanket. She had spent nearly all day in the heat. The shower had been little respite. Warm damp did little to erase the exhaustion brought on by the sub-tropical temperature. After the shower, she wandered the house like a restless zombie. Air conditioners turned to...
This little tale is entirely true, including the bits about one of my inspirations, my friend Beth Taylor. Just thinking about that woman's cleavage makes me hard which brings me to my cock. Enjoy, and let me know what you think, too. I cannot stop thinking about my cock. What a concept! A few weeks ago I took a picture of it it was beautiful and since then...
I was fucking stressed. After fucking me in the ass and filling me with cum at his house, then cumming all over my face at the tree, me and Ryan hadn't had another chance to hook up in weeks. Sure, we still texted and exchanged photos and jerked off to each other like crazy, but since my parents divorce that was harder to do as my mum gave me little privac...
Even the air in the modest hotel room was full of energy -- the steady, strong energy of Master and his dominance, the sexual energy that generated when Master and Master's bitch were in each other's physical presence, and the energy of Master's bitch's excitement at having the opportunity to serve and submit to Master directly. As Master's bitch brought in...
(Set in Queensland, Australia) Walking along the main street late Saturday morning and carrying a shopping bag in each hand, lanky blond Australian Pete Rutter pushed his sunglasses back over his curls with his right wrist. That gave clearer vision of the approaching nubile woman in white shorts and wearing an eye-catching multi-colour top knotted above t...
Drake switched between putting his weight on his arms and on his toes. Both were unbearable but by switching he gave one or the other a little relief. It had been a few hours since Raell had left, and the sun was fully up in the sky. The three men waited, hungry and hot, for the return of their mistress. It was past noon when Raell once again made her appe...
Laura was bored. Each morning she would wake expecting a text and by nightfall her hopes were dashed. Five endless days had passed since her tryst by the pond and she was beginning to look back at the experience as if it had been a dream from a different lifetime. Strangely no one seemed to have noticed any difference in her. At first she had felt like she m...
Chained by her chubby wrists to the great granite slab perched above the gaping gorge, Princess Imogen was reflecting upon the demands of noblesse oblige. She did not of course entertain doubts that she was doing the right and proper thing, but she had thought that the blue blood that ran in her veins might perhaps have spared her some of the indignities of...
It was a cool quiet night as Dan Sampson sped down the highway. As he drove, his mind wandered to the motives that drove him towards his destination. He thought about his crumbled marriage, his pending divorce, and even the numerous mistresses he had taken in the past few months to pass the time until his divorce. He now despised his soon-to be-ex wife and a...
The weekend started out as a couple's trip to the Riverwalk in San Antonio. Robin, Eddy, Carl and I met for a few days of football and partying. We were staying at an Old Cuban Revival hotel on the end of the Riverwalk. After taking in a great football game where our beloved team kicked their opponent, we went back to the hotel bar to celebrate. It was not v...