Oct. 27, Monsieur, I tink you ez right. Could you 'elp me take my skirt off? I want you to see the sexy black garter I ez wearing. Au revoir C Oct. 28, Mon Belle Fleur: Act II, Scene II Cara: Monsieur, I tink you ez right. Could you 'elp me take my skirt off? I want you to see the sexy black garter I ez wearing. My gorgeous French Maid stands bef...
After talking for months online there was so much anticipation my skin was buzzing when we met in real life for the first time. You're pictures did you no justice and my tummy fluttered as you looked at me through long lashes, you're sparkling white teeth gleaming through the acutely trimmed goatee that frames your mouth. We had spent nights talking on the p...
This is the continuation of Samantha loses it, so in order to enjoy this chapter you must read the pervious chapter. * "Steve!" "Samantha!" They lay there for what seemed like hours, still joined to each other. Samantha panting her heart still racing and Steve fully aware and barely affected by what had just happened. He had must more experience he was a...
I smile as you stir in your sleep. I have been awake for a long time and have been watching you sleep. I let my fingers run along your back and hear you moan. You roll over onto your back and I can see your massive hardness stand up. My pussy gets wet instantly. I let my hand slide between my legs and start stroking my clit. I love lying next to you and ma...
He lay beside her, lost in a trance. Her fingernails trailed gently across his skin, so light it sent shivers up his spine. He lay as if dead, transfixed by the thrill of her touch. That entrancing touch, which left him helpless against her will. She continued to draw lazy, slow circles up and down his chest, gently grazing sensitive pierced nipples, running...
She's fast asleep. I wonder what she's dreaming of. Perhaps something wistful and sweet, judging by the smile on her face. She's dressed like a little harlot though, with a silk, red thong digging into her soft, cushiony ass and soft cunt. My little slut. My agent provocateur dressed in the outfit I strictly instructed for her to wear; a soft, lacey bra, sil...
To Mark, It's been said absence makes the heart fonder. Actually, I think absence brings more clarity to most situations. It's been four months since we've last spoke or seen each other and I've finally realised I'm in love with the idea of being in love. I've always believed I've loved you from the moment I met you. I was 12 at the time, you were 28. It...
"Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax . . ." "Do you watch porn?" She asked, and I imagined her fingers stroking the keys, letters spurting quickly through channels faster than the eye could register to splash onto my retina . . . and coat my mind in a hot sticky miasma of lust. I hesitated, and then said, "Yes." "What kind of porn do you w...
(This story is a prequel to “The Mail”, written by SINderellaBelle) The proper choice of words is critical. Finding exactly the turn of phrase to create the mood I’m looking for can be difficult. I want to create an erotic storm that concentrates a burst of static electricity at her core. I want her skin to prickle with it, needing some sort of relief to st...
We were planning on attending a costume party for Halloween but once you saw me you forgot all about the party. I was dressed in nearly sheer skirt of many colors of scarves that seemed to be tucked into a gold belt around my hips. My bra covered in same gauzy material obscuring my stomach my dark black hair tumbling in wild curls over my shoulders. A few go...