EMB 120 Brasilia - by Jamie - 2114 words about fetishes. Nothing in this story is non-consensual, and nobody is ever left restrained and unattended. All participants are well over 18 years of age. Bloomington Minnesota - 1995 Lisa and I, Jamie, had just awakened fifteen stories in the air, in a hotel room overlooking the beautiful Interstate 494 - Highway...
Korey Korey walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower before classes. Five minutes in, Sarah enters behind him. She gingerly rubs his shoulder as she leans in. He can feel her breath just below his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. His cock begins to stiffen as she slowly moves a hand down his back and around to his abs. She rubs her hand in small...
Aaron started unzipped his pants and took them off with such fluidity as he walked toward me. Mitch's eyes widened as he saw the size of Aaron's cock jutting out from his body. I couldn't wait, my body was on the very edge. Aaron came beside me and sat down on the couch. I glanced over to Mitch for a sign of approval and met his eyes. He looked so full of...
Intro + Characters John - 18, an average high school boy, who you play as, Does not stand out particularly, It is September, John just got home from a day at school, he plops himself on the couch, feeling exhausted, his sister Becca walking down from her room wearing her pajamas "Go shower John, you smell like shit" she says with some obvious disgu...
"But Karl, he's an asshole. You know I think he's a prick! All he does is try to look down my top or stare at my ass..." Elizabeth Alexander replied to her sweet boyfriend of just over three years as she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder while unpacking the brown bags full of groceries -- if she put them away a little harshly...well, she was just t...
I first heard about Birgul, which means One Rose in Turkish, from my best friend. Before I get to what he told me about her though, I need to explain some things. First off, I'm a 53 year old American, living in Turkey, and married to a Turkish woman as my third wife. My best friend is a 37 year old Turk, who was once married to an American, and has been div...
Author's Notes: This is a one-off story. No sequels are planned for this this tale. I thought I'd try my hand at writing a piece about submission. Hopefully I didn't make a mess of it. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Chapter 1 The early winter storm raged and thrashed across the moun...
ENTRY 12 Hello digital diary. I have a lot to tell you so I apologize in advance if this entry runs long. But let's go ahead and get started... I have recently become best friends with the argument that the ends justify the means. Well, this entry... this confession... is at the front of that belief. But the ends were not for me this time. This confession...
** Sunday Evening ** I woke up dazed and confused; nothing really new there, but man did my dick hurt. My brain slowly re-booted as the soft, curvaceous creature lying naked against me began to stir. Gina, now one of my roommates and the best friend of my girlfriend, Britt, and I had just had a marathon butt-fucking session that threatened to cripple us bot...
He sat in his favorite chair, on the back deck, enjoying the afternoon sun. He was feeling sorry for himself remembering old times with his ex-wife. Their union had not been the most exciting life experience. He, was however, looking forward to his ritual afternoon pleasure. He was on his fourth or maybe fifth beer when she finally made her appearance, his n...