Sorry to all of you who have been waiting for the final part of this story. When I did write this part I fully intended to have it be the last chapter of Lis Rome's journey. Yet as I put paper to pen I knew that I needed to add one more part. Consequently there will be one more chapter after this one. Please pardon my lack of organizational skills and I prom...
It had been a while since Sam's last sexual experience. If he recalled correctly, it had been 2 years ago to the day since his last sexual encounter. An awkward flirt of inexperience and clumsiness was a good way to describe what had happened. Sam yearned for something better, something that allowed him to explore himself for years this yearning had grown an...
I lapped on the water in the bowl as I waited in the cage for you. I had to crawl around to get to the water as you made sure that I built it too small for me to enjoy the space. The heavy chain around my neck was starting to ache now so I chose to lie down and kept changing my position for some comfort but it was a futile effort. The wind whistle as the nig...
Pietro Pellini is a master photographer who has photographed beautiful young women for well-known men's magazines as well a premier, subscription website. Not only are the girls stunningly gorgeous, but are photographed in a way that captures the innocence of youth with unabashed sexuality. There are hundreds, thousands of pretty girls who will do anything...
I pushed my cock into Kasim Muhammad's asshole, and the big Black man squealed. I smacked his hairy Black ass and told him to shut the fuck up. Looking at us while fingering her pussy, Kasim's sexy wife, a chocolate-skinned Somali beauty named Khadija, winked at us. Clearly the Black woman was turned on by the sight of a well-endowed white male fucking her h...
I lay there on my back, wrists handcuffed together beneath me, gazing into my wife's cunt. It seemed very red and swollen; it was oozing a milky white liquid which mixed with her own juices. I had never seen it quite so wet. It smelled like sex. Not our sex but a different kind of sex. She slowly lowered it to my waiting tongue and lips. I knew then what h...
This is a continuation of the "Wife Meets Trannie" story. I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. * Since discovering my wife, Lynn's fling with Jay and his TS wife, Tammy, I was constantly aching to know when they were going to invite me in. Lynn and I agreed that the right time would come for me to be let in on. I didn't mind too mu...
My libido was released by my wayward daughter Jane and her even more reprehensible lover, peter. Not that I am complaining, far from it, my sexual appetites have been awakened by that naughty pair. As Jane's mother, I should, of course, thrown a fit, lost my temper, remonstrated with them even if Jane is in her third year at university and twenty years old....
Valentine's day: That one day in the year where married couples all over the country make that special effort to inject some romance into their insipid stale relationships. That one day when your husband makes that special effort to make you feel cared for, loved and appreciated. Except, if you're my neighbour, Sue-Anna. Her husband is obsessively devoted t...
Secret #3 Betty was a beauty. Only, she was a woman who kept a lot of secrets. She could have been a beauty queen. She could have been a movie star. She could have been that mesmerizing young reporter who reported the news at 6pm and 11pm and the one who kept audiences glued to their television sets not to find out who was murdered, raped or robbed but to...