I awoke to the sound of running water, the smell of brewing coffee and a tiny sliver of brilliant sunshine beaming through the minuscule opening in our bedroom drapes. I normally would have pulled the comforter up over my head and gone back to sleep but this Saturday was different. My lover had slept over he was showering and had started a pot of coffee. I w...
No one seems to have noticed us here, on the edge of the party. We strolled away from the gathered crowd and slipped under the overhanging branches of this tree for some privacy - to taste the desire we've been feeling all night. Your gasps as I made you cum with my mouth were not as loud as they seemed at the moment. I love watching your eyes sweep around,...
I first realized I was bi the summer after high school. Up until then I had only been really interested in girls. Like any high school guy I watched a lot of porn and soon realized that I really liked really nasty deep throat blow job scenes. I especially enjoyed watching a girl choke and gag and cover a hard cock in her spit. I also realized that my favor...
Out of the hollows of my hips jutted a mammoth cock, the likes of which I had never seen before. It throbbed, it pulsated, it bobbed to and fro with a mind of its own, and all I could do was lay back and allow it to be free to do what it needed to do. Kayla the fairy bent slightly over it, hunching her delicate but strong shoulders, tattooed with swirls an...
Lucia was both nervous and excited as she knocked on the door to room 342. She heard shuffling inside, and suppressed an urge to flee before her date came to the door. "Date" was the word she chose to label what she was doing that night, both in her communications with John, and in her internal monologue. She chuckled inwardly, thinking how ironic it was tha...
You come through the door, drop your keys on the table and loosen your tie as you walk to your favorite chair. I follow you to the chair and, stopping beside it, ask you how your day was. You ignore my question. It was apparently not a good day and you are not interested in talking about it. Instead, you reach up and grab my arm, pulling me to my knees in f...
He makes me get on the floor on my hands and knees naked. I start to shake and cry. He always demands me to do things for him, to him. He is so disgusting I want to throw up. He makes me call him Master. I hate when he makes me call him this. Its so humiliating. He likes making me feel so low. He lives for this. I cant help sometimes feeling a little excitem...
Chapter 4: The Throat Fucking Odyssey Continues When I think back about her now, I remember Chloe as an active, vital young woman involved in many different pursuits. She attended classes at DePaul University, and was very close to getting her Masters degree in English. She painted also, and was pretty good, too-she had openings in some of the galleries dow...
Several years ago, while living in London, I answered an ad in Craigslist: "Wanted: Submissive Cock Whore Willing to be Used by Me and My Mates." This is something I had always fantasized about and couldn't wait to make it come true. I read the rest of the ad, feeling my cock getting hard in my jeans as I salivated over the attached cock pick. The cock had...
Mark and Linda were humping every day and sometimes a few times a day as some deep desires had been let loose and demanded fulfilment. They fucked in every room in the house in every which way. Sometimes while watching television Mark would pounce on Linda. Other times Linda would wear a short dress and no panties and suddenly drape herself over the kitchen...