I am Wolf. My name is Wolf. I'm an Englishman in America, 49 years old, and I know exactly what I need to feed my passions with to find sexual satisfaction. I'm a Dom, through and through. My style is particular and precise and I make a point of taking my time. The details are my greatest arousal. A bead of cum on a shiny lip, the sheen of sweat on a broken...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
*Author's note: If you haven't read the original story, please do so before reading the sequel. I often get requests to write additional chapters and rarely ever do so. However, I got so many on this story I decided to give in and write a follow-on story. You guys win, okay? ********* He didn't sleep well all night and found himself wide awake at 4am and...
He sat in a chair across from the end of the bed that I laid in naked and exposed for him, my fingers twisting and pumping inside of my sex. His eyes were locked on my naked flesh, as his fingers steeple together elbows resting on the plush arm rests of his chair. The experience of being so exposed to him made me shiver with arousal as he just stared between...
Chapter 1 "Young Insurance," Michelle's bored voice answered. "This is Leah Farmer," Leah answered when Michelle transferred the call. "Give her some room," Cecil ordered as he broke open the vial of smelling salts and waved it under Leah's nose. "George's Garage, This is John," John breathlessly answered the ringing telephone. There was no way around...
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We were in the back room of our local drag club, "Miss Thing's", a very special place where only the seasoned and initiated drag queens and sissies are allowed after hours when the queens have finished performing. As one might imagine putting on an erotic performance going as far as the law will allow all painted up in all their glory makes them aroused in d...
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Ceanne and I clashed almost immediately. She was very boisterous and deliberate in everything she did, this included being pissed-off. Our up-set had been at the coffee counter at the local club, I really don't remember why we raised our voices at each other; I'd never seen or met her before and although, finding her attractive, I remember walking away from...
Nothing gets me hornier than raiding my stepmother's lingerie drawer. When she leaves the house, I like to sneak into her bedroom and start trying on stuff. She has everything a woman needs to feel sexy. My favorites are her garter belts, lacy bras and thong panties. They squeeze me in all the right places and make me feel like an irresistible temptress. So...