I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I'd taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let mysel...
One of Jon's company's customers runs an ice cream sales business. He has a few vans and has a concession at a number of big events around the area. Jon volunteered me and Bridie to help him when he was desperate for staff. The day of our first 'volunteer' work came and Jon drove us to this country fair thing. He introduced us to Pete then left us for the...
Last month, you had discovered that your local adult novelty store had a glory hole. Since that day, that glory hole has been all you can think about. Every time you close your eyes, you picture a cock sliding through a hole towards you. Every time you masturbate, your mind is filled with fantasies of strange men's cocks. You shudder with a mixture of trepid...
It was to be the greatest display of wanton sexuality and utter perversion in the history of mass media, and thanks to the 24-hour news cycle and Hollywood's cult of celebrity, it was streamed live over the internet and into every household in America, even across the world! People would remember it for years afterwards, keeping it alive through blogs and wo...
Thank you to my Protector who gave me "One More Angel". The courage to do this came from your affection and your understanding, and I will always love you for it. * Honey, it's your Mommy. I know that you probably don't recognize me because it has been a long time. I haven't been well, locked away so as not to be contagious, but for the first time in a...
The pond had always been empty. Ever since I moved here. No matter how much it rained, that pond never a drop remaining in its weedy basin. I don't think it was ever full. I think they just put it there so it would look like there used to be a pond there, and they could tell people who wanted to move here that it was a dry season, or something like that. Any...
Lying on her back, legs in the air, Feminist Icon Muriel O'Shea was exactly where she wanted to be. Her mouth was wide open, screaming obscenities and drooling as she experienced the fucking of a lifetime. The man fucking her was none other than Mohammed Akbar, a macho young man of Arabian and Somalian descent she met at her Introduction To Criminology class...
It's raining hard outside. You are lying along the sofa with your head in my lap and your hair spilling over me, hazel eyes gazing upwards as we listen to music and the drumming of rain on the picture window. You have on that lovely yellow cotton short summer dress with its pattern of red roses that I enjoy seeing you wear, especially like now, bra-less. I a...
Women, It's OUR turn now! MEN are lucky! They have sex basically until they die and may we say die HAPPY! Women, on the other hand, as they get older, may not for a lack of a suitable partner, health reasons, menopause or plainly, they are disgusted by their husbands after years of being humped by them. SO, WOMEN! Let's unite and chase after those younger...
I'm lying in the tub on my tummy with just my ass popping out of the milky looking water. The room smells of lilacs and lavender. I catch you watching from the doorway, shirtless. You walk over to the tub and slap each ass cheek. I giggle and raise it further and shake my ass back and forth to tease you. You groan as beads of the milky water roll down my ass...