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coldhands_warmheart © 2013 The sequel to Prince of Darkness v Prom Queen 1 & 2 Chapter 1 Hooray for Hollywood The calendar was watching him. Every time he glanced up it was staring at him, reminding him of the date of his first wedding anniversary. It was like one of those paintings, the ones with the creepy eyes, following him around the room. He tri...
Author's note: This slow-starting vacuous romantic stroker is fiction. All sex involves live humans over age 18 who eschew condoms. Tags: multiracial, bisexual, clusterfuck, RV trip, 2020 National Nude Day contest. Views expressed may not be the author's. Details may be incorrect. Enjoy! ***** THREE (And More) FOR THE ROAD ***** Fucking along some carefree...
I arrived at Mike's on my own that Friday evening. Penny had arranged to meet Tara in town at lunchtime, and I had a late tutorial. So it was nearly six when I rang the door, and my breath was caught by what I saw when it was opened. Penny was in full slave gear. Mostly leather and chains, although there was not much of either. She had a leather collar wit...
Sometimes summer is more than just a season. Sometimes it's an entire world; it's lifetimes; it's emotions. In this world, these lives and these hearts, summer burns from within. *** *** *** I knew I had a problem on my hands when the sight of her painted toenails captivated me. There was plenty to catch a man's eye, no lie. But her pink nails were the fla...
She awoke the next morning, alone in the bed, the sheets a mess around her. She looked out to see a gorgeous day, the sun was up, the balcony was empty. She shuddered at the memory of the night's escapade and suppressed the growing sense of shame and arousal. Voices outside the bedroom door sparked a reaction to cover herself up. Feeling vulnerable she race...
1 The young schoolboy lay back in the bath, entirely relaxed. The hot, steaming water enveloped his firm, slender yet muscular frame, the white foam making little islands of his knees, his slumbering penis and his head as he lay back, closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Jonathan could still feel a tingling running through his body from the morning’s enco...
The alarm clock went off at 4:30 am sharp, dragging me back to consciousness from a sleep that I thought, last night, would never come. Things are usually better in the morning right? Let's see. Nope, this still sucks. I set the alarm last night because, well, what else am I going to do? I reserved the boat, bought the plane tickets, stopped the mail, all th...
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her skirt gathered at the flatness of her tum, then fell away from her no-wais...