If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell - Virgil's Aeneid ***** Jack stirred in his sleep. He felt like he was having a wet dream, a not uncommon event for an eighteen year old who had not yet had the pleasures of relations with the opposite sex. Suddenly a burning heat enveloped his loins, filling him with a pleasurable sensation unlike any he had know...
I was alone in the dark, blind and scared of what was to come next. My mind was racing with anticipation for freedom. I remembered the last words of my captors as they left the room where I lay now. "Strip him in a half-hour, clean him well, feed him and bring him to the room.” I guess the half-hour had past when I woke, because now I heard the voices again,...
CHAPTER 3: Al really wanting to prove himself feels comfortable this time knowing he has already cum once so now he can put a serious fucking on you, despite having to follow a fist. He is stroking his cock spreading pre-cum all over his dick as he moves into position between your legs. He rubs his cock head up and down from you clit to your asshole making...
When I press her, my gf tells me stories of sex she had before we met. The Train Story I've heard a few times, always a little bit more each time, so I'll give my understanding as much as I know. She usually opens up and tells these stories when she's sat up with my cock in her, having sex physically and mentally. Makes for one hell of a combination. General...
When I was younger, I dated women solely on how they looked - and for whatever reason, my brain was wired to be attracted to short, busty women. I never seemed to date any woman for very long - probably because my only criterion in pursuing a woman was the ratio of her breast size to her height. I dated one woman for almost a year - she actually had a dreadf...
Working at Le Boulanger a top restaurant in the city is not for the faint of heart. For a chef the hours are brutally long, the pace is relentless and the heat in the kitchen is energy draining. For a server dealing with demands of discerning guests while maintaining poise cannot always be justified for a tip. The center of this maelstrom is the kitchen line...
Summer always makes me think of being on the white sands of some exotic faraway beach. Just the thought of bronzing my exposed skin under the sun in my matching bronze Bond Girl bikini, gets my beach fever blazing. Closing my eyes, I imagine being there, and soon imagine seeing a firm, toned man standing just south of me on the beach, above his beach towel s...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: ***** "Jilnar Jardaly Fucks the Interns" Hey, guys! It's your naughty Arabian nymphomaniac Jilnar here again. You know, being an oversexed cock-hunter gets me into all sorts of horny adventures. I remember a few years ago...
Irene was late again. I couldn't fire her ass because I couldn't afford anyone who would be on time. I decided she could wake me up when she came in. Sliding a little further down in the chair, I adjusted my feet on the desk, and eased my hat down a bit. As I was about to nod out, I heard the bell on the office door. "Hello?" a voice too sexy to be Irene's...
"Alright ladies, now don't go overdoing it tonight or else we won't be able to fully enjoy ourselves. And Jackie, please don't shed all over the couch again. It's a pain in the ass to clean." A thin feline spliced with slightly gray fur and black stripes gave a wry smile before resuming licking her forearm in long, drawn out strokes. Her markings were that...