i wonder, Sir... What if we had the opportunity to meet somewhat regularly and each session went beautifully for both of us? What if i waited for you in a lovely hotel room one summer evening? What if i put on the little blue plaid mini-skirt and white blouse, white stockings, and little lace bra and panties you'd left for me, and put my hair up in a nice...
David swiped his hand across the mirror, checking for stray stubble in the brief moment before the glass fogged up again. Satisfied, he continued to dry off, finally wrapping the towel around his waist and opening the bathroom door to a blast of arctic air, and stepping out into the hallway amid a cloud of steam. The clock on the wall directly opposite showe...
The fact is, I was really looking forward to her visit. She and I met online at a spanking site and had hit it off quite well. When I invited Tasha to come out and stay for the weekend, she said she couldn't wait. Apparently, that was an understatement. Imagine my surprise when, instead of arriving Saturday morning as planned, I found her at my door on Frida...
She stood in front of her closet determined to make the right choice. Would it be the naughty librarian, wearing the business suit, the blouse unbuttoned one button too far, the glasses, the skirt, the stockings? Or her hair in pony tails, plaid skirt, the schoolgirl in detention. Or something else, the busy soccer mom, the real MILF, speeding through town o...
Dear Shoeblossom-- Just a little interracial "Taped Confession" for your hungry eyes! Love, Lyric Gibbons "That was just incomprehensibly weird, Lyric." "Marybeth, you are so conservative. You seemed to be laughing." "Well, sure. Two guys jerking off in a race to finish, and when the first one wins, they both get locked in those little crotch things."...
Hier ein paar Geschichten zu Paola. Im Folgenden schreibe ich aus der "Ich" Perspektive auch wenn die Geschichten nicht wirklich passiert sind. VG bedeutet, dass es eine (kurze!) Vorgeschichte gibt, bevor das eigentliche Thema beginnt. Erstmal Allgemeines: Mein Name ist Paola. Ich bin 19 Jahre alt und wohne in einem kleinen Dorf direkt am Waldrand....
Hi, Simon here. First of all I would simply like to thank you for checking out my work. If you're just skimming through and want a quick description, this series revolves around a timid bisexual young man who, along with his charismatic and eccentric friend, delves into the world of BDSM. This is meant to be a slow burn series, so there won't be any real act...
She awoke groggy, a little confused. Sore. Jesus, her shoulders and neck were sore! Left thigh, too, from where she's slumped against the bathroom floor. Wrists chafed a little from the cuffs. Her head still hung in the toilet bowl, where some of her hair now hung down to dangle in the mix of water and urine there. The toilet seat still rested on her should...
Mark is open. He is spread-eagle on the landing, his wrists bound by silk ropes to the curling balusters of the staircase. Two dozen candles of every shape, size, length and breadth flicker in the dark. A sheen of sweat begins to dot his skin. Diagonal shadow lines criss-cross his torso like the bars of a jail cell. He is naked, cock lying small and innocen...
Markus walked casually through the Seattle streets. He had been on foot for quite some time, waiting patiently for the text that he had been expecting for the entire week. It was well after six pm and night had fallen quickly. There was a sense of nervousness and excitement that coursed through his veins at the thought of experimenting with the woman he had...