"Don't pretend," you said. "Tell me," you said again. "Fuck my mouth with your toe," saying it aloud to you made me dizzy. "Stroke your penis," you said. "Close your eyes and imagine a cock in your mouth." "Nod your head if you can see yourself." "As you pan the camera back, see yourself on your knees. Between a man's open legs, his feet resting on the f...
15.00 Darmstadt I stand on the platform and wait for the train, HER train. She doesn't know I'm getting on. I don't know what she looks like. I haven't got a clue as to why I am even here. Something is urging me to be here. Wild horse couldn't keep me away from this platform in the Darmstadt Hauptbahnhof. The train arrives. I get on and slowly start making...
Mike stopped at the PetLove store to get dry chow and look at the collars and leashes. His wife Cathy was a brunette who looked attractive in dark blues and reds, and there was a maroon leather collar with plush lining that might fit her. The collar ring could be connected with a carabiner to a leash or chain. They had tried tying her up with pantyhose and s...
I live in a large city famous for its beautiful people, very hot summers and free spirited way of life. I commute to work every day, go jogging, biking or hiking several times a week. I encounter and experience other people's beauty everyday. I get glimpses, accidentally or not, of their intimacy, and sometimes naughtiness, quite frequently. Here are a few...
As I watched her walk through the apartment doing little chores here and there I wonder what she is thinking, did she realize that her carelessly tied back dirty blonde hair that became a persistent harassment to her falling in her eyes framing her face, made her look like a dirty magazine model. Not trashy…no much more high class, her baggy swishy soccer sh...
Women have been devouring romance novels and chocolate bon-bons in lieu of satisfying their sexual desires for a long time. Sometimes the partner isn't willing. Sometimes there isn't a partner and going out to pick someone up at the local bar seems a little unsafe, at best. What's a girl to do? We turn to stories to stir our imagination and sate our appetite...
The lights are dim, a gray haze drifts above despite Nazi like no smoking laws. I hold you close to me protectively. I look around at the other couples. I watch them going through the motions together in dances of grace, or lack there of. I've come to live for these nights together. I caress you through the tight leather encasing your curvacious form. I gr...
Things have been going great. We often go to the beach, in a conservative swim suit you don't see most of her work (the hard cock tat between her tits are hard to hide with a swim suit) and in her bikini the wording above her nipples is clearly visible, both "Cum Slut" and "QoS" as well as "Nina the Slut" across her lower back. It was very obvious that she w...
I have to know what it feels like to wear heels. I have the house to myself tonight and I'm going to play. I already have panties but want to buy some new ones. My wife bought me a black, frilly thong which I wore for her when we went out one night; I also have a cheap, supermarket pair of sheer black briefs, which have a tiny red bow and a little silver k...
What I am going to write about happened at a strange time for me, during a sad, crazy, and yet somehow bittersweet summer. My husband Mark—now my ex-husband--was an airline pilot. Before I had met him, he had been engaged to a gorgeous, shapely flight attendant named Sherry. Sherry left him and married a doctor and, he told me, broke his heart. I should hav...