Rosa inspires John's imagination and they wind up at a porno cinema. Rosa becomes John's slave. John becomes Rosa's slave. John learns that Rosa has a confidante. 05.22.2018 John: whisper: hi, Rosa. i am here. Rosa: hey Rosa: daddy Rosa: o poppy Rosa: hru? John: good. how is my Rosa girl? Rosa: excellent daddy waiting for you to arrive that such y...
It was a small little wrestling ring, perhaps 8 feet across and 8 feet wide, surrounded by what looked to be thick bungee ropes and covered in a cushioned tarp. Reba tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach as she stepped onto it, clad in a wonderfully skimpy bikini that liberally displayed her figure. Long, strong legs flowed into supple thighs, her h...
Chapter 3 - A Horny Halloween The day before the party Annie had as much of her plan together as she could without letting anything slip to Chiara. She knew that if everything happened the way that she hoped, her relationship with Chiara might fizzle out but she accepted that. She loved Chiara, and she wanted her to be as happy as possible, and doing what s...
Hi my name is Sue, I am a thirty something year old happily married woman. I have a wonderful successful husband John and a blooming career of my own in advertising. I am about five foot seven, one hundreds a twenty five pounds, plus or minus a few pounds, have long dark brown hair and hazel colored eyes. I have a bit of a fetish for exhibitionism but that's...
So firm, and yet simultaneously so supple, your man-flesh fascinates me. I've googled the biology, just to see if it's a wonder at the engineering -- but it's not. It's sensual. Even when you're small and flaccid, I love to touch you. I like the way your penis flops, lifeless; just a mass of skin and tissue, never hinting at the vivacity it will take on as...
I decide that it's best just to apologize in the morning for being late. I enter your room in the nighttime darkness, and turn up the lights to a gentle hue. Now I can see you sleeping, but it isn't as peaceful as I would have hoped. You're frowning, and slowly turning over and over. I guess it would be better to apologize now. I light a few candles near the...
I can't seem to stop thinking about you. All I can think of are your lips on mine, your hands caressing my body, your flesh pressed tight to my own. Tonight, I'm taking you from your dreams into mine. I've prepared myself specially, just for you. I seem to do it anyways, whenever you're on my mind. I subconsciously dress sexier, use more "va-va-voom" make-u...
Setting: Ancient/Feudal Japan (With all characters dressed in the appropriate outfits) P.S. All dialogs in the story should be considered translated Japanese. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories like this, please reply on my page. Thank you. ***** In a small, yet bountiful village of Japan, a f...
As I come upstairs to your room I see your roommate going to study downstairs. This means that you are alone in the room. I will have plenty of time to do what I want to do. I knock on the door. When you open it I see the excitement in your face. You weren't expecting me home this early. You are wearing a white sweater and tight khaki pants and a white scar...
It is....difficult to describe Roger. He didn't quite look like an octopus. His head wasn't quite as bulbous. It was more narrow. He had eight tentacles, but none of the suckers or hooks typical of octopi or squid. They were thick and scaly, like a boa constrictor or eel; and one tentacle, the thickest one actually, looked ominously like a big, long....well,...