My brain is racing through the endless possibilities of what Jerome may use me for as I drive to the convenience store by my house. I can practically feel the buzz of energy that is running through my body from my own arousal and nerves. Never did I expect that a wickedly naughty Friday night would turn into a devilish fuck at my school on a Monday, followed...
Please read the prior chapter first. * Over the next few weeks, we spoke often of that evening, and every time it was followed by an intense romp that always ended in an intense sexual release. One evening when I was behind Jane plowing her sweet pussy doggie style, she turned back and asked me spank her ass as we fucked. I started out slowly, but soon I h...
Despite no-one living in it, the apartment was neat and well-furnished, with a wide-screen TV affixed to the wall opposite a comfy couch. Next to the window was a desk, from which you could look out into the street below and in the bedroom was made-up bed. It had seen plenty of use as the members of the A-team had practiced their anal technique on a successi...
Letter from the author: This story is about a young man who dominates older vulnerable women. If you find this offensive please find another story. Comments are always welcome and e-mail feedback is always appreciated. Goamz86 * After being in the work force for over a year and hearing from all his friends how much fun they were having in college, Jake b...
Letter from the Author: This story is about a very dominating young man who takes advantage of older vulnerable women. There is humiliation and degradation in it. It is just fiction. It is not about hating women or anything of the like. It turns me on to write and read about this, and I hope you too. If this is not your cup of tea, please find another story....
I had been friends with Peter Verhooven since grade school. We'd played little league as well as getting into a lot of trouble together, but of a more innocent variety, unlike many of the kids of today. As we had gotten older and reached our teens we stayed friends even though we now had as many differences as we did similarities. In spite of that we were as...
Chapter 23: Wilderness Survival Danger threw his duffel bag onto the cot and peered out the widow of his log cabin over the rest of the camp ground. He had agreed to be a counselor at a weekend camp put on by a local private school. Each year the new students would go on a camping trip for a weekend to get to know each other before the term started. Danger...
Submission. It's an interesting word, isn't it? Submission. What comes to mind when you think of it? Weakness? Passivity? Consider that even the Latin root of the word translates to 'lowering oneself'. Maybe that's why, initially, I fought so hard against thinking of my self, aligning myself if you will, with that word. If someone were to describe to you...
Wanda Catron needed to cum. She needed to cum badly. The dildo in her pussy was buzzing away at high speed. The slim jim vibrator in her ass was going, too. And the pussy on her face was cumming, its delicious flow smothering Wanda and upping her desires. But she could not cum yet. Her Mistress, Anne Franklin, had not said the word that would let Wanda Catr...
"Let's play a game." said Sharon, holding up the cards with an impish look on her face. Her husband, Manny, nodded and chimed in, "How about poker?" Audrey and I looked at each other. This was our first time entertaining our new neighbours in our house and after only an hour of chit chat and drinking it seemed like we were all hitting it off. We didn't have...