God, I hate that alarm clock. It's insistent buzzing prods me out of bed to shut it off before that insistent noise drives me nuts. I pad around the bed and reach a hand up to the noisy little prick. Blessed silence descends as I slap the off button. Not for the first time do I marvel at my wife's ability to sleep through almost anything. She just lays ther...
I had always had the hots for my sisters friend named Melissa, long dark hair, brown eyes, and gorgeous long legs that ended at a perfect tight round ass. My birthday was today, and Melissa told me that she was coming over to give me a birthday surprise. She had promised to give me a real treat. Now I'll tell you I've lost count of the wet dreams I have had...
Mandy whimpered not that anybody present cared at all about her comfort. Cole certainly didn't care. If he had he wouldn't have put her in a position so physically and emotionally demanding as the one that he had. She was still having a difficult time believing that she'd allowed him to do this to her. The only comfort she had was knowing that just a few fee...
"I'm coming over. P." My cell phone buzzed with the text message and my head ached from where Mrs Charles' hurled cell phone had hit me. I was nervous about what Mr Charles would be arriving to say, and in my anxiety, I had not noticed Mr Charles sign off his text with his initial for the first time - I expected his visit to last no more than ten minutes. He...
The camera pans to Simon sitting next to a languid Melinda who is still stretched out on the bed. Simon Cumwell: Melinda. We really like your work and think you should go for another spin. You've got three grand in the bank but I think you can go higher. Care to spin the wheel again? Melinda rises slowly from the bed. Red finger marks are evident on her...
Author's note: This story does not continue from the previous one - it's just a short one-off story. Although...I might take the two forfeits part somewhere in future. ***** I woke to the feel of a raspy face nuzzling the side of my head and a voice in my ear. "I need to fuck that ass again." Sleepily, contentedly, wickedly willing, I raised my ass and wi...
First a little clarification, if you've been reading parts one and two (I hadn't kept this quite straight up to this point). Here are the correct character names: Bob, or Robert, or Dick (or whatever my mistress decides to call me): Me Rick: My boss Brad: An office co-worker Rod: Office co-worker in an adjacent cubical, very buff, quite manly Wilson: Of...
My Facebook tab lights up, flashing: "Elle messaged you". Messages from my slut always brighten my day at work. I read her message. "I want to misbehave, Master. A lot." I shake my head; Elle is always such a slut for me, and such a good girl to ask her Master's permission. Before I can reply, another message appears: "My pussy aches, Master. Please may I...
The name is Franklin Perez Bronson. A tall, good-looking, brown-skinned young man of African-American and Hispanic descent. I'm a Criminal Justice student at Boston College, a first-rate sexual adventurer and an aspiring urban fiction writer. I'm here to tell you about one of the best weekends of my life. The kind that other people can only dream of. Steamie...
At 25 Neil was a virgin. He'd never had a serious date with a girl. Even more unusual he'd never masturbated to orgasm. He'd tried... but he couldn't get hard no matter how much he touched himself. But almost every single night he woke with a rock hard cock spurting into his boxer shorts... and sometimes twice a night. But he could never remember his wet dre...