Friday finally came. Tami called me around noon to tell me she was going home early, she was unable to concentrate on work, her mind was only on what was going to happen that night, and she wanted to be well rested. I, too, was having difficulty concentrating; the thought of my once chaste wife spreading her legs for a group of horny college boys kept me ha...
This is not about a cozy Sunday morning in bed with coffee and the arts pages of the New York Times and a breakfast somewhere off in the distance like a glassy horizon. This is not about the lovemaking that can happen on weekends, the slow deliberate crawl to an exuberant finish, the taking of time, the patient thread of minutes spilling into whole hours, f...
The annual Super Hero's Ball was normally a rather boring affair. The hierarchy of the Super Hero community would gather in their cliques and their teams, speaking so highly of their exploits while giving condescending pointers and tips to the less famous Super types. As you would imagine, Superman was the ringleader, playing his silly, sophomoric practical...
You hate cliche, and so you would never say no one would ever know I'm Daddy's filthy little slut by day, but this common trope fits like Cinderella's slipper. You're successful, a leader in your field. You manage others. You're responsible and authoritative. You're the expert And yet sometimes even the carefully calibrated (one of the boys) uniform you wear...
This is a copyright work by Zeb_Carter and is not to be duplicated or copied to other sites without the explicit authorization from the Zeb_Carter. Sloppy Seconds III With the eradication of all venereal diseases, men and women had found a new freedom in their sexual relations. During the late part of the twentieth and the early part of the twenty-first-ce...
I'm awakened by a muffled bang, confused in the dark of our bedroom as I sit up. My arm slides to your side of the bed, empty, and my eyes find the clock on my bedside table. 2:30 in the morning...where are you? My initial worry fades as your light giggle filters up the stairs and down the hall to our room. Hmmm, back from girl's night I remember. I'm halted...
We were staying in Paris a few years ago, at the Hotel Angleterre, a historic building made into a hotel many years ago. I'm George, my wife is Jane, Jayne, or Janey, pick one. Janey was thirty-two, not beautiful, but a very attractive redhead with long sexy legs. She enjoys the attention of men, and has had many men friends, some of them intimate. I'm ten y...
**If this is your first worst maid ever, you can read parts 1-4 but... The short version is 'A really rich person hires a sexy woman to live out her filthy kinky fantasies which include scat, watersports, mud, skipping showers, and any and all general filth you can think of'. This chapter has more of the same, going up to three sexy women having a dirty time...
Elbow Deep Indeed NB from my previous profile Penisleeve It was dark behind the hood I'd had put on. The gag was making my jaw ache and the ankle and wrist restraints held me firmly across, the top of what I presumed was a vaulting / fucking horse, belly down. The room, wherever that was was cool but comfortable. Miss had brought me here blindfolded with i...
The fall was crisp and clean at the University and getting into the advanced photography class in my sophomore year, on the strength of my portfolio, gave me a sense of accomplishment and some trepidation. This class was graded entirely upon your work, and not just the finished photograph. Student composition's were discussed and dissected, during the class...