This is the realest story I'm going to write because it's basically a letter to all future lovers of mine and at some point if you are the girl that marries me you will read this. This is a basically a how to for loving me in the erotic manner. I have used my stories as an outlet. I knew by middle school that I had these fantasies of being tied up and domi...
[Note: This is a continuation of the story commencing with Double Vision 1 in which the main characters are introduced. The installations are meant to be read in order.] After the initial drama, I hadn't seen Darolyn at all for several weeks. I guess our schedules didn't overlap and I rarely thought of her. But early one Tuesday evening, in the same plaza...
Ten minutes from now I will find the thought of his cum on my face quite disgusting. I'll have a warm washcloth wiping away every drip of evidence before I get back in bed to his devilish smirk. But while his tongue examines the every fold of my inner thigh I can only imagine that eventual release of his warm flowing cum onto my flushed face. It wasn't alw...
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Chapter V "Eh, like, I wouldn't worry about it too much. Man, I really need to get myself to a salon." "Really? It was pretty embarrassing. I never wore anything like that around him." Cassie sighed, briefly looking up from her nails. "Look, if that freaks him out, I can tell he's got issues." Reema pursed her lips as she chose her words. "It's not so mu...
Gretchen groaned to the noise of the alarm. She was majorly hungover, and her head ached something fierce. But her hand felt nice on her vagina, and she started to move it gently. Her mind went back to the night before, standing out in the street with her pants to her knees while she pinched her nipples. Her free had went to her breast and played with the ha...
John was conflicted, he came from a traditional background but had always felt like the odd one out, the black sheep if you like. He had spent his adult life trying to be 'normal' especially in relation to his drives and desires, people who thought like him were inclined to be labelled as perverts in the working class community he lived in so he tried repeat...
It always has to start somewhere and this one started at a backyard barbecue pool party. I was new in town and it was one of those friend of a friend invites that leaves you feeling awkward and insecure. The first time I saw her she was cutting watermelon. She was easy to notice--tall, dark hair pulled back into a pony tail, athletic, wearing a white bikin...
Another installment in Stephanie and Sir. Just getting home from a long hard day at work dealing with one person after another person's crises. I have had my fill of people today, just want to make some dinner, have a drink and kick back relax. That's when my phone chimes, a text message. Looking at it, it's Sir; he wants to know when I will be home? I rep...
This is a sequel to "Bridging Barriers", and will provide more enjoyment if read in sequence. * One of the many things about Fonda that Paul liked was that she told you what was on her mind. She would tell him exactly what she liked during sex and he was happy to oblige. However, a request she made late one Saturday morning didn't elicit the usual immediat...