Johnnie Cosentino was always a trouble maker. Being small and somewhat effeminate, he strived to make others take notice of him by constantly breaking rules. Because of this, he had been held back several times. At almost 19, he was easily the oldest kid at school. He started growing his hair long and wearing eyeliner, trying to look like a rocker, a bad boy...
You lay there naked except for a pair of white panties and a red bandana as a head band in your hair. Your long blonde hair hangs over your shoulders, I gaze into your hazel eyes, " I own you and can do anything I want with you, you know that don't you slave!" You look up at me and in a soft voice say , "Yes Sir." I rub my hands up and down your body,...
There is something about a wild, west coast beach that can inspire. Inspire one to do things, things that may be a bit daring, a bit risky, a bit wild themselves. And while this spring feels like it has been long, dreary, and cold, occasionally a day has come along that blazes out of the monotony of grey with fingers of bright warm sunshine that soothe the s...
Master Cat, understated in black cloak, pink satin Stetson and jodhpurs, paid the cab driver and turned to face the ruin of the Pickled Pig. He rapped on the vault door. Curdy let him in. "So what you got for me?" asked Master Cat. "More fucks for your bucks," said Curdy. They walked through the remains of the pub. Old fruit machine, beaten out of shape b...
Roger sat there in shock, listening at the receiver in his hand but not hearing anything, desperately searching for an excuse, yet none surfaced. It had been a conscious decision; he had known about the possible consequences and had taken the required precautions why had this happened? How had this happened? He hung up on Veronica and relaxed on his bed, al...
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The school where before they only studied pure women who then mixed. That did not take away the fact of the students of that specific beauty school, especially the girls of the Hidden Club, which was composed of: Rías Gremory, the president of the Hidden Club. Rías Gremory: she is a beautiful young woman with white skin, blue eyes, she has a body that every...
She finds the site by accident; and, having found it, finds herself returning to it, over and over again, her fascination and arousal growing stronger with each viewing. During the day she finds herself thinking about it: about the stories, the descriptions of the punishments. So humiliating. It can't be real, she thinks, only another example of online fant...
Stepping in from work she kicks off her shoes, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she closes the door. Dropping her bags to her feet she steps into her room... a smile crossing her lips as blue eyes gleam, spying what she had laid out on the bed that morning. She moves to the bed, soft fingers touching the silken bedcover as she glides her hand along it,...
She came to my door with the sound of her husband's car engine still idling outside our building; the air in our hall was still heavy with the melodrama of his florid cologne when I opened the door to his wife's brazen invitation to adultery. Her sari whispered against her caramel skin as she unwrapped her body like a gift, and I could still taste her little...