My strict master had ordered me to prepare myself for picking him up at the airport by binding my nipples with rubber bands and to present them braless beneath a tight white tee. Naturally I did as I was told. ... But do you have any idea how long waiting for him to get off the plane was? Not only does waiting always seem long, but with men ogling my 36F's...
The tit-diddling bees raised their stings. Beads of clear venom gleamed at the tips of the black needles. "Oh no!" Odetta gasped. "They're going to sting me!" Her fears were confirmed when the two workers plunged their lances, dead center into her pointy red nipples. "Aaaahh!" she screamed as white hot fire flamed her tits. Odetta watched with wide brown...
Hey everyone this is my first story I've submitted and will hopefully be making a series out of it. Since I'm new I would LOVE to get some feedback on ways that I could improve as well as what I'm doing right. Outright Flames are fine too as long as they have something constructive in them :D Anyway Onto the story, enjoy. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-...
I can't believe how hot the neighbors' son looks. Running my fingers over my nipples and squeezing them through my tee shirt, I gaze at their car as they back out of the driveway. Kevin has sparked my imagination many times. A smart, good looking kid... what I wouldn't give to teach that boy the ways of the fuck. I've never acted on my lustful thoughts....
My part time job during the holidays was one of the best I've ever had. The four weeks off from college don't really allow for a truly great part time job but I did hit upon a good one this time. I played one of Santa's elves at the mall. It was fun and easy work. Besides, if you like kids and you like the holidays, why not? The guy they had playing Santa wa...
After a few years it was supposed to get stale but it never is with him. He understood everything about her, seemed to see through her skin to her very soul. It was frightening sometimes. He seems to tap directly into her darkest and most exciting fantasies. The next day she would blush at what she had done, but wanted more each time. One night he told her...
Bob Dylan's voice, in a pleasant level from the speakers; "The times, they are a-changing". And as I listened, I enjoyed a glass of red wine, reflected of life itself, my life, women and particularly my wife. Not many years ago, women stayed at home and men worked. And some lucky men travelled on business, stayed at hotels, drinks in the bar and happy life....
I don't know why she did it, but she did. Every day, at the same time, at the same place. And every time I would be there watching her. I'm talking about my neighbour and best friend's wife, Kimberley. She definitely was a beauty: tall, busty, beautiful auburn hair that hung half-way down her back. She was 24, a year younger than myself. Perfect weight, not...
Chapter 1: The Talk As I lay next to my wife of nearly 12 years, my naked body spooned behind her, I can hear her catch her breath as if she wants to ask me something but is afraid at the response. My nose nuzzles into the crook of her neck as my hand idly toys with her rather large nipple. "Honey?" she says. "Hmm?" My hand begins to creep closer to her...
One day in May 1980 I received a telephone call from Morocco. She asked if I'd seen that month's issue with her fight. I told her that I had. Silence. "It was a mistake," she told me. "Cynthia caught me on a bad day," she said. The match had been fought earlier that year. Because of Cynthia's loss to an aging, but sexy first time grappler she was having diff...