There were different 'suites' in the Ironwood Mansion, specially designed to my specifications, for enacting my various sexual fantasies in. I was presently on my way to the 'Secretarial Suite' to meet one Candy Apple, a new tryout to become part of my harem of girls. I hadn't seen her yet, but Duke, one of my best Girl Recruiters, had told me she was a knoc...
Ivy was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Caroline knocked on the door the next morning. She answered it and Caroline walked in holding a brown paper package. She set it down on the table. "This is for you, but wait to open it until after breakfast." She sat down at the table and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing much of her cleavage. She fanned herself....
This is a fictional story about a suburban Chicago couple who drift away from each other sexually only to find themselves again. The story contains straight sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, anal sex, non-consent / reluctant sex, gay sex, lesbian sex and bisexuality. It also involves sex between adults and teenagers but all characters are 18 years of age or older....
This story is fiction, but it was inspired by @noirindigo, with gratitude from @RaunchYwriteR. *** Generally, I like to stick to my own kind. Thin girls with dark-chocolate skin. Girls with cafe-au-lait curves I can get a good handful of. Every hue seems to complement my blue-black colouring. And girls know where to touch, knead, caress, kiss, lick — and y...
"Now, Henry, tell me some more about how your wife finds you inadequate in bed," Rosetta pushed, adjusting her enormous rump in her specially designed leather chair. She was very interested in getting deep into the psyche of this client. A very small man, only about 100 lbs, he was slightly intimidated by the African-American amazon with hips nearly as wide...
The boss shifts awkwardly on her chair. BRRRRrrrrruuuuuppp! She sighs in relief. Below her, under her ass, Martin softly shook and cawed, trying desperately to survive breathing in the boss' putrid gas. PRRRrrrrpppp! "MMm, it's good today, isn't it, Martin?" "Mrrumm," I mumbled, in the affirmative. "That's a good boy; you've learned well." She lifts u...
Anne brought the car carefully to a halt in Ralph's and Georgina's driveway. Unusually, Brian had agreed to take the passenger seat. Normally he preferred to drive whenever they went anywhere together as he was a better driver than a passenger. However it was New Year's Day and he'd had quite a bit to drink during the early morning festivities and Anne had i...
Place D'Orleans, located in the East End of Ottawa, Ontario, is a fairly busy mall. The locals are primarily Francophones, and this suits Oscar Nogabandi and his fiancee Marguerite Monceau just fine since French is their first language. To say that this interracial couple looks unique is not doing them service. They come from different worlds, literally. Luc...
The vulnerability of men's balls fascinates me. I can identify with the women who get off on ball-busting. Of course, some just get paid to do it. I know very well the insecurity that causes men to crave ball-busting, to test themselves, to experience the unbearable and not cry like a baby. Ball-busting is a power trip for the ball-buster, of course—sort of...
This is a continuation of the Mountain of a Mess series! While not required, this story is a lot more fun if you read all three, as it's all one day. Enjoy! _____________ Blake reached out and grabbed me by the back of my head, yanking me against him. I moaned against his mouth as he kissed me hard and passionately, his grip on my hair tightening. "You...