The blonde ballerina twirled and lifted her long willowy legs up and down, up and down... and with every lift her camel toe winked at me. Winky-winky pussy-winky. And my poor cock ached with each pussy wink. Damn she was hot! My cock said we had to meet this pretty ballerina. Dance class was almost over so me and my cock watched and waited. When the door...
Dark. Nothing but dark. A sharp noise cutting through the black. The noise repeats. Twice. My eyes flick open and while I know it's late, I can make out the shape of my bedroom with the light coming in through the window. The light. The motion activated porch light. Someone is- Knock, knock. The noise again. I throw off the covers of my bed - empty,...
It only took three visits to chat up the 18 year old gay boy at the takeaway. Both of the first two times my cock was semi rigid in my jeans, a warm twitching presence nestled against my balls. He was flirty from the beginning, obviously liking the attention. On the third visit I made my move and arranged to pick him up after his shift ended. It was simple:...
(Authors note: Trigger Warning. Graphic sexual content, violence, rape. Read at own risk.) Chapter 15: Crisis of Faith "Come back to me, my little hedonist." His voice was the smooth rich flavor of mulled wine as it slid down my body as I opened my eyes and truly focused for the first time in what felt like days. Lucifer was wearing my favorite face; that...
Peter secured Sara to the bed. The restraints were not too tight, allowing her arms and knees to bend. "Comfortable?" He asked, looking down at her naked, helpless body. "Yes Master." Peter trailed his fingers up and down her arm, watching her body shiver in anticipation. "What would you like me to do to you, slut?" "Whatever pleases you Master." Pet...
I woke up on the couch, confused. Oh, that's right, I fell asleep watching Netflix again. The screen showed the haunting, "Continue Watching?" button. No, I guess I'll just go to bed. I turn off the TV and head into the bedroom, throwing my shirt in the hamper and climbing in bed. I turn off the lamp beside my bed before I realize I forgot to turn on the f...
[This is my first submission and I would greatly appreciate all readers interested in this subject matter to give their honest opinions of this work. I wrote it in part because I did not read many stories with scenes similar to this, a perpetual fantasy of mine.] * I'll just jump right out and say it: I'm horny. I'm horny for you. I don't care why; it's ju...
I was awoken Sunday morning by a glorious blowjob. The angel with her head in my lap was working me so expertly, it was magical. She noticed that I was awake and without stopping what she was doing; looked me in the eye, tried to smile around the throbbing pole of flesh in her mouth and winked at me. "You're going to spoil me if you keep waking me up like t...
Panic is an awful thing. It's a good thing it's mostly fleeting. Like a lightning strike--quick, shocking, painful. Though as it subsides there is this burning sensation left as you realize your insides have been cooked. I woke up with panic. I don't move quickly from our bed on most mornings but this morning, at around three, I flung myself from the grasp o...
It starts with a text. Or an email. You've emerged from your self- imposed wilderness, brushed off the cobwebs of your sexual desire. Back to the games we've been playing for long enough that we know the moves that excite us both. Teasing and denial is one of those games, one that can be played anywhere and anytime we both have a few hours to spare. A coffe...