It was 6:30 A.M on a Sunday morning in November and we had the day ahead of us. Laura had changed from her madam's dress to the loose fitting pants and shirt she so often wore. In twenty-five minutes I would have her undressed and we would be in her bed. She took her seat on the passenger's side but when I started to close the car door she grabbed me by my j...
Adults only! Beware, weird stuff ahead. Don't continue if you are easily offended. Consider yourself warned. Lots of boob-peril, stuck breasts and other silliness happening down below. Appreciate any feedback! Qexiqex ***** Ann couldn't remember when those dreams started. Ever since her breasts became so large, pictures of her globes started popping up...
When the door opened, she held her poise and stance well, pausing, so that his first view was her silhouette, shapely, sexy and erotically teasing. There she stood, in front of him, nervous and slightly unsure of what to expect, but eager to please and play his little role playing game. His role playing for today, was simple, it was their first time to try...
The Sunday after the crazy Friday and Saturday was a pretty quiet day. When I woke I unwrapped my balls from Amrita's panties. Gave them a big sniff, and hid them with the other three pairs of panties I collected. I spent the day studying and watching some football playoffs. I briefly saw Amrita as she was about to leave to go back to her own school, and he...
I closed the door behind me, flicked the lights on, and turned to face Adriana. "Nervous, baby?" She teased, giving me a sly smile. Her black skin was flawless, and her long, frizzy hair framed her pretty face. She was a few inches taller than me, with wide hips and full-bodied arms and legs, dressed in nothing but a very thin sleeping gown. The plunging n...
The front cover of The Metro newspaper had not seemed to change in months; credit crisis, everything crises, we are all fucked, big time. Well, it had never used the phrase 'we are all fucked, big time' but it might as well have, because everyone on the underground train had a feeling that the commute into the financial capital of the world would never quite...
Jane couldn't understand what was happening to her. She was 42 years old, happily married with three children, a loving husband and an adequate if somewhat unexciting sex life, yet here she was in the shower masturbating furiously like a sex-starved teenager - and all because of a new member of the tennis club. And it wasn't as if Ivan, the man in question,...
It was just another Tuesday, a Tuesday just like any other, Barbara was getting dressed to go to work, and her husband John was waking up already. They have been married for over five years and their relationship kept them both satisfied. Both agreed that they would not want to share each other with anybody else, just being a traditional, normal married fami...
Chapter VII: The Princess Escapes Horror clamped around Lisa like a vice. It took every iota of her strength to keep quiet, not to show any reaction to the news. She hadn't even known his real name. Paul Twilley. She'd only called him fag, wimp, Lisa. He was dead, split from his mutilated cock to his false tits. There were pictures. Her horror had two par...
It was Thursday night and Annette decided to go to dinner by herself again. The restaurant was near her home and it was called Contemporary Cuisine. Contemporary Cuisine was a huge facility. The theme was one of a rustic style. They had multiple rooms for dining, entertainment rooms, sports bar, dance floors, and even a babysitting room. It also had live...