I never thought my first encounter involving a CD would be with me as the CD, but strange are the ways of sensual exploration. I had answered an ad looking for a man who wanted to play in stockings and panties. After establishing my submissive nature (and torturing me with wonderful photographs of CDs in bondage), the man at the other end of the ad had persu...
As Tim added inch after inch, slowly taking his time, stretching his new slut, driving deep into Emma's tight twitching arse, she moaned with the pain like a wounded animal. He loved the supremely tight fit as he slid forward into her, bit by bit. His sweaty ball sack finally rested on Charlies face, each of his big balls settling into Charlies eyes sockets...
She walked into the room beaming. "Wasn't that wild? I can't believe it - walking around naked after being fucked right in the middle of the lawn! Could you see?" "That certainly was wild, but it was too dark to see details, but I could tell what you were doing. What on earth caused that to happen? I couldn't understand what was going on when he stopped the...
Settling In By The Preve Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit Pussy Wagon The Fourth arrived at the Hansen Hilton and opened its doors. The passengers' rush to leave the van nearly became a melee. "Oh! Please do be careful," the A.I begged. "The safety protocols for the resort haven't been fully implemented yet." "I don't care!" Kathy shouted. "If I ha...
This is a re-post of one of my first stories. It has been edited for punctuation, grammar, and I hope, readability. * Vincent "Vinnie" Blanton was not a mirror image of his older brother, Tom. In fact, the two could not be more unalike. Vinnie was two inches taller than Tom at an even six feet, but five pounds lighter at 185. While Tom had worked hard to b...
Jimmy came into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, sat down at the table and asked, "Can I join you, Jill? How are you today?" "Please. It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Jimmy? I'm going to get out and enjoy it while we still can," she said setting her coffee down on the Sunday paper strewn about the table. Sunlight was streaming through the windows...
Thanks for reading. How does humanity define "Home"? Is it a place? Or is it just where you have people who care for you? What would we do if we were forced to make decisions as a race about where Home is? ***** Sanira slowly eased the bottom half of her pressure suit down over her hips and pushed it in a bunch down her legs, sighing in pleasure as the bul...
With the help of a pair of silver chased pliers, a pair of tender, snow white hands were working to pull literal gold metal from an expensive stomacher. The stomacher had been adorned with gold weaved, sewn, and looped into the fabric. And now, as a self-soothing exercise, Danetta was removing the gold. She had worn it very proudly at the royal palace. Court...
That day when Erica returned to her husband having completed her visit with her sister, Vivian took stock of her and her own situation. She naturally wished the best for her sister, and fervently hoped that her marriage could be repaired. Matt English was certainly a great guy and seemed like the makings of a good husband for Erica. Vivian knew that Erica lo...
The bar was busier than June expected, but then, the hotel was busier than usual this weekend too. It looked like there was some sort of artist convention and a wedding reception both being held in the hotel itself. From the entrance coming from the hotel lobby, she scanned the crowded bar. There were several large groups obviously from the artist convention...