A lot of fuckers these days put a lot of store in words, books, anything where a bunch of letters are shoved together and think it's pretty darn profound. "Oh, Hi Wank, we've missed your eloquence, charm and wonderful insights!" No problem, little fella; it's what I'm here for. Now shut up and pay attention. Thing is, whilst these people with bookcases ar...
This is part 5 of an ongoing series. Please read the first ones in order to make sense of it. And comment if you like it! ***** I did not see Penelope for a while after that evening. At first I just assumed that the natural fluctuations of the party season had kept us apart. But after the weeks turned into a month, then two, I started thinking otherwise. W...
PART 1 I blush characteristically as Alyssa approaches the sound booth. Together with by best friend Chris and cousin Diana, I operate the booth on Sunday mornings, keeping the performance of the praise band crisp. The whiteness of Alyssa's skin seems almost political, I think, as if only a Republican would have the gall to be so pale in an age so inter...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 7 -- Saturday night spice It was Friday evening. As I'd had to work late, Emma had come up to town after taking her adult beginners' ballet class to meet me at my office. She looked gorgeous as always. After several weeks of warmer weather it was becoming cooler so she was wearing a black leather...
"Delivery for you!" said my Mistress Rashida, calling into the building from the street, as she used the reins to draw me to a stop outside the office of one of her elven clients. I stood on my two powerful hoofed legs and brought my hand-hooves to rest on the end of their short chain in display posture, lest I feel the whip again for forgetting. "I'll be r...
Only once we were in limo and on our way, did I notice that my wife had brought along a little PVC backpack. I was curious to learn what was in it, but she advised that I need to be patient and it will be well worth the wait. My wife also whispered in my ear that seeing me dressed up like a latex slut that had got her extremely turned on and that combined w...
Only once we were in limo and on our way, did I notice that my wife had brought along a little PVC backpack. I was curious to learn what was in it, but she advised that I need to be patient and it will be well worth the wait. My wife also whispered in my ear that seeing me dressed up like a latex slut that had got her extremely turned on and that combined w...
It was almost too good to be true. Lounging in my bed wearing one of my few pairs of really cute panties I'd had the guts to buy at Victoria's Secret, I'd been scanning Craigslist ads. Just for fun -- I'd never actually do anything; I just wanted to look. To dream. To fantasize about being bold enough to answer that ad about sucking that gorgeous cock. To se...
As I was drying off from a nice, hot evening shower, I heard the familiar frosty sound of the icebox closing. Not a second later, the familiar "clank" of ice cubes landing in an old-fashioned glass brought a satisfied grin to my face. "Ahh, she's pouring me a strong, straight whiskey," I thought to myself. I'd know the prize awaiting those consecutive sounds...
As the afternoon rolled around, Amber found herself sitting cross-legged in the middle of the living room, with bags of varying sizes sitting around her like rediscovered treasure troves. She worked through them one at a time, picking out items of clothing she hadn't been able to fit into for the longest time. After summoning up the courage to try some on,...