NOTE: This story contains some darker elements including rougher sex and the pretence of non-consensual sex. * I get home from a run, and open the front door, and go inside the house. I stop in the hallway to take off my shoes and socks, and then go into the kitchen for water. I put down my key, and open the fridge. Someone grabs me from behind. It's a m...
Upon their arrival, the gym was packed with sweaty bodybuilders of every shape and color, pumping iron without effort. Darla met Isabella in the women's locker room, who knowingly asked, "how was the machine?" Darla then said, "it broke me! I'm a slave to it! Now I know what sex addiction is, and I love it!!!" Isabella then told Darla how tonight would pro...
The euphoria of the win was still hovering over Anna Kournikova as she had advanced to a pro tennis tournmant final, her opponent would be tough Lindsay Davenport, but with this feeling of victory, Anna thought she could win the match easily. "Good job," came a voice from inside the private tennis player's cove/locker room. Bridgette Wilson-Sampras had joi...
This will be a short effort. I promised this fun lady I would give her fifteen minutes of erotic fame. I also promised to make the story vague enough so as to not ruin her happy home-life. I'll refer to her as Michelle. She is pushing 50, has an athletic body, cute face, and graying black hair. I know her through tennis at the local country club. Over the ye...
"I wanted to personally meet with you, to tell you, congratulations. You've got the job," Mrs. Sheridan said as she reached out and shook my hand. She was wearing a black skirt suit and I tried not to stare too much at her figure. She was in her mid-forties with dark-chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes. When she first interviewed me (for a full-time...
It was a hot, sticky August afternoon in our nation's capitol when I met Suzana for the first time. She was an exotic girl of mixed descent and had a strong free-spirited hippie vibe about her. She wore a flowing orange sundress that hugged her form perfectly. We stood on the DC Metro platform as the evening rush hour began, the air was thick and beads of sw...
The entire throne room is filled with smoke from Jabba's hooka, but I continue dancing and try to ignore the smell. Oola dances next to me, grabbing her leash and yanking it like a whip. Our Hutt master smirks. He likes that. I love Oola to death, but I can't have her stealing my spotlight. Music continues to pound loudly as I crush my own chain-leash betwe...
"Ok Coral... Truth or Dare?" asked Brad. "Hmmmm truth," the lovely large-breasted black beauty answered. "Oh man! Have some guts Coral," said a disappointed Abe. "Who has a bigger dick? The Miz or Abe?" Brad asked. Coral became red in the face and started looking around the small motel room the group of MTV reality stars had checked themselves into for a...
Sweaty bodies packed tight and hot. Amplified rock, extra loud in the balcony. Billowing smoke through colored lights, two parts pot one part tobacco. Just how Carly liked it. She felt the thrum of the bass through the iron rails. There were seats in the balcony, but everyone was crunched to the front. Her boyfriend Lee passed her a joint. She took a deep...
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