This is my Sex Toy Uh-Oh! It happened to me a few days ago. Told someone and they wanted me to post it. First my sex toys, then I'll tell you about the big 'Sex Toy Uh Oh!' The Rabbit: ordered it online after a friend raved about it. Bnaughty Unleashed: like a small vibrating egg you put inside and a wireless control. My X BF got it for me. Look it up onli...
The Photo Album Ch. 03 Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section. Dinner Photo 1 The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps. How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the d...
Bored with my mundane office job and my sexless marriage, I downloaded an app that allows you to vent and share your secrets anonymously. Like most things on the internet, it became over run with thirsty perverts. Myself included. With it, users can chat with people or post publicly. Through using this app, I made friends with an American woman living in L...
Note: To avoid confusion, You should be aware that this addition to the story (part 3) is written from the female's perspective, while the previous parts were written from the male perspective. I hope you have enjoyed the story up to now, and continue to do so, as it continues. I feel you getting off the bed, and I wonder what you are doing. This has been a...
Ah, another day at the West Falls Mansion in Buckhead, a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Mistress Stephanie Voltaire sat down on a couch, sipping her drink. She checked some of her stocks in her Blackberry and noticed with satisfaction that thanks to her clever investments in the international Asian market, she made three hundred grand without leaving her home....
On June 13 the twins arrived at the Island at 9 in the morning wearing summer dresses, sandals, sunglasses and big hats. They looked vibrant in the mid-summer sun. I introduced myself as their Host, and informed them that anything that they needed they are to just ask. I drove them to their cabin in my Jeep. Not much happened and just a little bit of conve...
My name is Wendy. A five-foot-eight, short-haired and dark-skinned, curvy and big-bottomed young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a student at Brockton Community College and in the afternoons, I'm the manager of a store. Since I'm married and a mommy, this really doesn't leave much time for a social life. Howe...
We arrived. I let us in through the back door and into the spacious living room. I had lain five outfits out on the furniture; the girls all knew to keep silent and went to their positions. The items were simple enough, a corset and garter belt combination in five different colors. The two Asian women went to the blue and red sets immediately, and I directed...
What's going on, beautiful people? My name is Shaima Hossein, and I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed Somali-American Muslim woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. I work at Wells Fargo as an account manager, and I've worked for various banks since I graduated from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst in the summer of 2004. I'm th...
I was in a surprisingly good mood today. I was walking home from the library at dusk. The world seemed alive, I felt alive. For some reason I was so happy I thought I would burst. I didn't even really miss him, much. Spring was finally here. I thought it would never arrive, but I think that every year. Usually, when I'm just about to give up hope spring arr...