It had been almost three weeks. Three long, incessant weeks, which had dragged by, the time moving as slow as ever, and my sexual drive diminishing rapidly as I was now deprived completely from sexual activity. It was a strange and unusual occurrence, it was like I had suddenly grown a large, hairy mole on my forehead, making me totally undesirable to women....
Setting: Miami Mansion During a Party This story is meant to inspire other tales of a similar setting. If anyone writes such stories, please reply on my home page. ***** Yo everyone, Victor, aka V-Rock coming at you from my boy Ricky's swag mansion. If you don't know who I am, ya should read about my stint in prison. For the short version, I am a self-pr...
My husband and swing a little bit here and there. But not often. I am extremely bisexual and I love women, however, there is not a lot of single women who want to hop into bed with a married couple who have had children and aren't supermodels. On the rare occasions that we do find someone to play with, half of my fun is laying back and watching my husband...
The rain splattered against the windshield in fat, bursting droplets and the wipers swished furiously in defiance. Ryan pulled quickly into his driveway and glanced, grinning, at Carly, the gorgeous woman in the seat next to him. She met his gaze for a second and peered quickly into the back seat at the bags of groceries that they had just recently bought at...
I couldn't quite get my mind off the glare of the CCTV camera as I fucked Romee Strijd. I'd first met the 22-year-old supermodel two weeks earlier. After some wild group sex - Romee had spent almost an hour sandwiched between me and Stella Maxwell - she'd been arrested for her role in an international drug smuggling ring. Now she was serving five years in p...
My name is Sandra Jay and I am a tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in an apartment with two tall and very sexy, voluptuous Black lesbians. Madeline Brown and Michelle Anderson. I am absolutely in thrall to them to the point of becoming their very willing love slave. It's not just a game to me...
The cool night air caressed my bare skin while Brianna's heat sank into my bones. We were both naked. I was lying on my back on a blanket. My girlfriend of three months was crouched over me, skin to skin, her long brown hair like feathers on my face, her face inches from mine, her breath hot on my dermis. Other than our steady breathing, the only sound came...
The model, Kim, lay on the straw-strewn set, her cowboy hat balanced on the back of her blonde-tousled head. She smiled as she pulled the ribbon open on the front of her gingham and white-lace bra. The studio lights shone. Kim had always wanted to be a model, ever since she was a teenager. She would collect pictures of supermodels from her favourite magazine...
I have an obsession. Shall I let you in on it? Well, okay. My therapist always told me that it was best to get things out into the open. This just happens to be one of them. One of many things I've worked out of my system. My proclivity for female flesh was supposed to be one of them, but I've decided to hold onto that obsession, along with this one. And s...
This is a mile high fuck parody. The stewardess kept the free drinks rollin'. I had four and the fact she was hot just made the flight even nicer. What made it even better? Well... The passenger to my left... Kate Upton. We had been chatting for about 45 minutes and thanks to the free drinks, I had found out a few interesting things about Ms Upton. First, s...