Her phone buzzed on the table next to her computer. Jennifer picked it up and looked at the notifications on the home screen. She touched the hyper link and a picture appeared. The subject matter surprised her. On her phone was shot of an enormous penis, with a bulbous circumcised head. Hanging below were two very large testes in a large sack. She thought th...
We planned to meet on an overnight in New Orleans. There's something decadent about the place that adds to the excitement of a rendezvous. We had been lovers early in our careers at the airline where I am a pilot and she is a flight attendant, but then our separate marriages, kids and changes at the airline hadn't allowed for a chance to meet. This night w...
Beth looked in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. The dark blue silk of the nightdress shimmered in the candlelight like moonlit water. She could feel the coolness against her skin and the contact with her nipples. Reaching up, she cupped her swollen breasts in her palms and squeezed them gently. In a moment she would call out, Andrew would enter and fro...
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Terry and I had just finished eating lunch when the phone rang. “Hello.” “Oh high Betty just a minuet!” Terry gave me a funny look and gave me the phone, “Hay what’s up?” “Oh, Sam I drove the car home from shopping and there is water all over the dive way. You know Scott is out of town for the next two weeks and, well I was wondering if you would come lo...
I am your servant, your pet, your slutboy. At the moment, I am kneeling in my place in the corner of your bedroom, my ass resting on my heels. As is your desire, I wear only the loincloth that you gave me – a piece of deep violet satin that spans only the distance from the axis of one thigh to the axis of the other and held to my waist with a bright pink sat...
You're relived when the car finally comes to a stop. You've spent the last three hours in the backseat of cab that's been driving on some very windy mountain road. You feel nauseous when you step out of the car. When you manage to pull yourself together you take look around. You see a grey sky, green mountains, tall fir trees, perfectly manicured Kentucky bl...
Chapter 02: The Next Day I awoke on the Sunday morning without the usual desperate feelings to masturbate; granted, I was erect, but that was natural. As I became properly conscious I recalled the previous evening and lay there wondering if my luck had really changed, but cursing myself that I had not had the necessary protection to hand when I had needed i...
Ian Abercrombie initially mistook Paz Duarte for an Argentine. At the time Argentina occupied his mind. Having never met any Argentines, she looked like he thought a woman from the Pampas should. Springy shoulder-length auburn hair fell around her square face. Hazel eyes did their utmost not to engage in any mirth yet tried mightily from bestowing too much...
The summer of 1980 seemed to hold nothing but promise for this young man. Just one year out of high school it was an easy decision for me to take a year off before going to college. Heck, I was young enough to enjoy myself and wanted to travel and see the country while I had the opportunity. The year before, just out of high school, I had taken a job as a ca...