"Mmmmm, that's nice and warm,' I purred, as another load of cum landed on my face. I groped my spunk-coated breasts, massaging the warm, succulent goo into my skin. I looked around the room. I was surrounded by men, too many to count, all naked, hard and ready to cum. This was a situation entirely of my own doing. My name is Amber, and I am a spunkaholic....
My cursor hovered over the “Watch” icon. My eyes shifted left, and then right. No one was home, actually, but I wasn’t taking any chances. The fewer people who knew about my fat granny fetish, the better. I actually prefer to call them “GILFs”, but most people call them “disgusting”, so I try to stay low key about it. Still, I had found an entire art accoun...
At the beginning of Ch.02 I had mentioned my Scottish Blackening before my marriage with boot polish under finger and toe nails and disgusting stuff poured over me and how after the leaving gunging in Ch. 01 I realised I had a gunging fetish. Despite the kinky goings on in Ch. 03, where I had enjoyed a beating. I still had a secret desire to be messed up a...
"He's an arrogant, sexist dictator. You will hate working for him." Jane remarked sternly. I carefully balanced the phone on my shoulder as I mixed a perfect shade of claret for the painting I was working on, "Honey, I'm so far behind in my bills I would be willing to be a personal assistant to Pol Pot." "Dahlia, you are shameless!" "I know, I know, but I...
He was gone when she woke. Sir was very rarely there when the next day dawned but a part of her always hoped. They were never there. Her mates. They might stay the night, sleep with her curled against their bodies but they never stayed to great the sun with her. Some day. Nika rolled to her side and looked out the window before stretching and leaving her b...
Ohio Spring 1996 "My how you've changed!" A flushed faced Marie remarked. Darterrius looked Marie up and down, she was his tutor and former babysitter from years ago. She had the same ash brown hair styled in a layered bob. Her breasts looked bigger, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. "Uh... thanks, I play football now and box on the side. If I ca...
When I got to my car that second night and sat down I had to tug on that damn dress pretty hard to get it to cover me to my stocking tops. It was pretty embarrassing to think of anyone seeing me with a dress that short when I was sitting. I managed to get visions of truck drivers and anyone else looking down at me as I drove home. I thought quite a bit abou...
Lights off, projector on, time to teach these kids some Calculus. Mr. G projected the first graph from last night's homework on the smart board. "Who would like to draw the derivative of that function on the board?" No one immediately raised their hand, that was normal. Mr. G walked around the room giving them time to build the courage and debating on who to...
******************************************************* Author's Note: Many thanks to my fabulous editor Rip_isback, who pointed out that I hadn't settled on a first name for may main character, among many other boo boos and aw shits. Thanks a bunch, Rip! In terms of the story, it's mostly true until AFTER the strip club. Swear to God it is! *************...
The next practice started off in the typical fashion. Jill read her romance novel ignoring the pool for the first 45 minutes. She purposely concentrated on the book as her plans had her too excited and she needed the distraction. Jill had worn a thin short sleeve tshirt with the team motto:"My wake, your funeral", with a matching, modest-length denim shorts...