"Your late slave boy," yelled Marcie to her cowering husband Ronald. "Strip idiot and get your slave face in my feet, NOW!" No words were spoken Ronald quickly stripped and neatly folded his clothes. He crawled to the end of the sofa to where her ankles hung her feet over the end. As her dedicated foot slave he kissed the tops of her ankles and then licked...
I was still damp from a shower; barefoot with no shirt wearing a pair of well worn, but freshly cleaned red sweat pants when the doorbell rang. I scowled across the room at the front door. I had gone on my first twenty mile run that day, I was exhausted and none of my friends would come over without calling first. I did not want to listen to someone ask me i...
I woke up disoriented. I was extremely confused. I wasn't totally awake at the moment. I was still half asleep. The place smelled like raunchy feet. My pole became so stiff, I felt someone gyrating on top of it. A contraction squeezed hard. I felt hot flesh over my 22 year old face. I couldn't see. Sweat dripped over my face. I started to sniff uncontrolla...
"Yes, just a single glass please." Turning the page of her magazine Mrs McKinley barely glanced at the restaurant operative as he asked whether she wanted one glass or two. The imposing jug of water separated the table, with Nigel meekly hidden behind it. The restaurant guy took his leave, understanding that he would get no further feedback from Mrs McK....
He was in New York City. The hotel he chose for the short stay was too elegant for the patrons to notice him. If it wasn't the bald head and the mustache, it was that southern twang which gave him away. "Oh My god, It's Dr. Phil!" He had enough of those pesky Midwestern housewives cackling for his autograph. He was the son of a doctor for crying out loud...
A continuing story concerning my relationship with a sexy female decorator: She clambered eagerly from the front seat of the van and pointed a toe toward the pavement below. It was quite a reach for her and her ample chest heaved inside her overalls as she sprang from the vehicle and entered the site with a cheeky grin on her face and said in an eastern Eur...
You walked in carrying a sealed box and sat it down beside the bed. "Go ahead and open it," you directed with a cute smile. As I pulled the flaps open, I saw stacks of rolls of duct tape and I heard you giggle at my reaction. I blushed and squirmed, not able to even look at you. "Take off your panties and get on the bed. I'm going to tape you up, head to...
This is a humorous take on Santa, please laugh and remember to vote. Dear Santa, Last year you screwed me! I am not some cheap little whore. I maybe a blonde bombshell that stands taller than you, but I have a mind and free will. I could have been a model if I wanted to. I could have been anything I wanted to be, if I set my mind to it. Just because I wor...
I'm not 6'4" or a top notch horseman and I started fifteen or twenty years too late to double for Wayne, Gable, Heston, Mitchum, Peck and Lancaster like Chuck Roberson. I am small, so I lied about my age to fall off Buttermilk dressed as Dale in the late fifties. A dozen years later, I remember the director saying "I don't care if he survives, make him look...
I got all dressed up. Put on my tight black one piece with a snap up crotch, a tiny transparent black skirt, a black g-string, thigh-high fishnets, six inch black open-toed heels, my black leather choker, big hoop earrings, blue eye-shadow with dark red lipstick to match my finger and toenail polish, and a large black plug. I'm five-eight, one hundred and fo...