It was late at night, around 11:00 p.m. I was downstairs lying on the couch and reading a magazine. I noticed you were out of the room for a very long. We had been arguing all afternoon and evening, so I figured you’d gone to the room to have some solitude. I thought about what had happened during the day, and I felt like I needed to apologize. So I went to...
Lights are low, with that rosy glow so flattering to the complexion, head to toe. You devour me with your eyes, but say nothing, just that sly smile. "Come," you say, as you reach out and take my hand in yours. I am led to a sofa. "Water?" you ask. I say "Yes, please." The air in the room is electrified. In my nervousness, my mouth has indeed gone dry. I g...
Valerie meets her match (part I) Valerie was and is a love hate relationship. Valerie is a fiery red head with aqua blue eyes. I met Valerie in the summer of 1994. It was a friend of a friend deal so I knew she had to meet certain requirements of mine such as love of sexual adventure. She has a very attractive small body. Her best features are her well-form...
[Thanks to A for editing] 1] The ironing board in the kitchen was exactly the wrong height - or the right height depending on how one looked at it. Chloe tried to ignore it, but it meant she had to stretch her arms out further to press Mrs Petrescu's clothes; a task she usually performed with relish, eager to earn her Headmistress, manager and Ma'am's appr...
Rolling her sweat soaked head to the left, Roxanne could barely make out Tina's naked outline with her bloodshot and boiling eyes... "Oh... Tina," Roxanne compassionately tried to moan to her daughter but her throat was simply too dry... Between her and her daughter's distended gasps of exhaustion, Roxanne could also hear Malik and Tony talking above, pr...
The end-of-day buzzer had sounded yet there were those who had decided to stop behind for some naughty fun. For one, however, her plans for a long satisfying piss over the attic floor had been put on hold, for as Gabriella had rounded the stairwell doorway she had discovered a semi-naked Zara, squatting over the top step, and with a flowing torrent of hot pe...
Disclaimer: This story contains extreme fetishes including BDSM and forced seduction. It is also purely fictional. This is part four of my previous work. Be sure to read parts 1-3 if you wish to understand the background of this section. After we reach the bottom of the stairs, Madam Victoria leads us back into the cell. She locks the sliding bars, and b...
Note- Seriously, this never really happened. I made it all up in homage to those in celebrity. xxx I pouted and huffed as I adjusted the apron around my waist. What a complete waste of a sunny afternoon spent in a hot kitchen baking bread I thought to myself as I banged the chef hat on top of my head. When I had woken up earlier the sun was already shinin...
Ron and I were naked. We squatted in the middle of the room, back-to-back with our elbows linked and our legs spread as far apart as they could go. Ella and Mary wanted to show their audience what good sluts we were so she didn't tie our thighs apart. We were expected to keep our legs open and our cocks on display simply because we were sluts. We did as expe...
I met Cathy Ann at a disco in New York's meat-packing district. It was a hot sultry August night, a Friday night. I paid the cover, got the back of my hand stamped--silly ritual--and circled around the dance floor to the bar. Strobe lights flashed on the dancers. You saw them kaleidoscopically, in colored fragments. Cathy Ann was sitting at the bar nursing a...