Sara comes in the front door after her morning run, she is dressed in her running gear which consists of a tight black pair of running shorts and a lovely purple tank top that is barely able to hold her breasts in place. She is a little out of breath and as she stands in the doorway she takes a few deep breaths and realises that something smells really good...
Colin & I Get Friendly, Sort Of Ch. 01 The usual disclaimer applied to all celebrity fantasies applies here as well. I know nothing of Colin Farrell's sexual orientation, besides he is at the very least a raging heterosexual. I don't mean to imply otherwise, he's just flat out hot to anyone, straight, gay or otherwise. This is fiction, plain and simple. *...
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Lenny was a confirmed bachelor and he liked it. A man in his mid thirties that had never had any kind of long term relationship he was now comfortable in his bachelorhood. All that changed the day he met Shirley, he never knew what hit him. They lived in the same building and Lenny had seen her before that day, maybe even said hi to her or maybe not, he coul...
These golden gates of mine shut tight for what seems an eternity; waiting for a man of honor, of valance, of worth; a man who holds the key to my den of delight. You are that man. A man who earned his rights to my den of delight. You proved your worth. Alone in my tower I see you marching forth. I am scared but excited; shy yet willing, nervous yet cravi...
As I drifted back toward consciousness, I reached up to push my disheveled hair from my face. But I could not. Opening my tired eyes slightly, I looked at my wrist: it was bound by a strange bracelet of black leather and silver. I looked to the other side, and there on that wrist was the same unusual jewelry. I tried yanking my arms free, but they were held...
As I sit in the control booth, my research assistant Tilly smears the electrolyte gel over the subject's trembling body. The subject, Margaret, age 21, pale, long-necked, lies on the examining table. Her white breasts flatten slightly to her sides and wobble slightly, hard nipples tracing tiny circles in the surgically chilly air. With two latex-covered fing...
Climbed the stairs to her flat, she said some guy called John had 'finished' with her and she needed some attention. This was her way of saying she needed a slave boy to come round and lick her. So I knocked on the door and it opened, she was wearing fluffy slippers and some sort of pink dressing gown 'bath robe'. "I'm just going to have a bath," she said...
"Black Kink, there's an App for that," Stevenson Fils-Aime said aloud, stroking his goateed chin. The big and tall, dark-skinned young Haitian man lay in bed, in the basement of his aunt Mabel's townhouse in the City of Orleans, Ontario. With his aunt visiting old friends in the City of Montreal, Quebec, the brother had the place to himself. What's a brother...
We have stopped at Macarthur station, grey sky outside and the doors standing open, waiting for the Concord-bound train to come by for the transfers; the wind is whipping by, lashing sheets of rain across the platform. You come up the escalator into a flurry of cold water, a gust right in your face that blows your short coat open and spatters your shirt with...