This is one is about a bit of role-reversal from our previous stories; My wife and I have discovered that we're both switches, and we keep swapping the dominant and submissive roles. *** It was a warm evening in Leetown, where my wife and I were spending a quiet weekend. We had just finished a sumptuous dinner at the Quay, and were merrily ambling along th...
XXXIXUnto the Next GenerationAlex2029 It was barely a week now since Isobel and Alex had become the proud parents of a daughter. Isobel gave birth not long after arriving at the hospital and an anxious Alex endured only a few hours of anxiety in the waiting room. The whole process had been very efficient and well-organised from beginning to end, as was ev...
I find that in general sexy females, irrespective of facial beauty, divide into two categories, tit girls and cunt girls. The reason is that women like to enhance and project what they consider to be their best feature. Walking down the street you see a girl in a tight sweater or transparent blouse, breasts thrusting, nipples on show and all that you can thi...
The things I do for love will never cease to amaze me. Seriously. Right now, I've got my husband Stephen Vincent on all fours, face down and ass up. I'm kneeling behind him and spreading his ass cheeks with my hands as I thrust a seven-inch dildo up his butt. I can't believe I'm doing this. Dominating a six-foot-three, 250-pound Black man with my newly acqui...
Reversal can be fun. Sometimes even enlightening. My name is Tina Adewale, a tall, sexy black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a senior partner and chief at Adewale, Milagre, Dale & Madison, one of the top criminal defense firms in the city of champions. M y husband Jerome Jean-Paul is a police officer. We have two sons and a daughter...
I had heard how they were going to pair us but I still didn't know why I was matched with you. I knew I was a sub and had signed in as such when I arrived. I had seen you from across the room several times during the night and had admired your curves, your smile your hair. But it was the way that you carried yourself that told me you must be a domme. The con...
"Hello, this is Brad," he answers the phone at noon on Tuesday. "Hi Brad, how ya doing?" Amy is glad that she catches him. "Great. I was thinking you might be calling. It's been a couple of weeks," he responds. He normally sees Amy about once a month. "Well, you know. I need another fix. What's my next surprise? Can I get it this Sunday?" Amy asks. "Sure...
Hayley Wolfe checked herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time as her friend Magnolia pulled up to the valet. Usually to shy away from the sin vanity, Hayley had to admit, she looked gorgeous. Her usually neck-length red hair had been grown down to the shoulder, her black dress clung dangerously to her thighs and hips, and Open-toed pumps fresh from the s...
Roz Doyle looked at Frasier Crane as he lay on her queen-sized bedroom. She smiled at him. Frasier Crane and Roz Doyle had known each other for a long time. He was the Harvard-educated Psychiatrist who was the star of an Award-winning radio show on Seattle City's KACL. They had worked side by side for a long time. At first, they were just friends. After ten...
Kirsty had been off work for three days now. She had a throat infection and could barely speak. Her throat was very hot and dry constantly. Although it was nice to have time off and the house to herself she was getting increasingly bored. Her room was tidy, she had plucked her eye brows, waxed her pubic hair all off making her pussy all neat and very young...