In my heart, I always knew my wife Mary slept around but I feared that if I confronted her, she might leave me. When she would come home late with some flimsy excuse, I would just play dumb as if I believed her. Other times she would literally rub my nose in it, as she would sit on my face. Telling me, she was horny she would smear her used pussy over me and...
Montreal is a liberated place, and its sauna (AKA bathhouses south of the border) are no exception. Sauna St Hubert, one of the smaller ones is particularly creative, with theme nights including lingerie night every tuesday. For my first time, I did not take my lingerie, but I liked what I saw. Around 20 gurls dressed, some passable and dressed to the nines...
I'm sitting in the corner of the room, at first blindfolded, gagged, and tied up so tightly I can't move my hands nor legs. You come up to me and force me to start sucking your big 9 inch cock with my soft wet lips wrapped around you. You start pulling on my hair forcing me to gag all over your cock, make me lick your rock hard shaft before I start licking y...
He had read my journals. I want nothing more than for his strong hands to grab my tender flesh, feel the wet smoothness of his serpent nibbling on my breasts, after going so long without his touch I found myself craving his touch. Tell me I want it, force me to take it, make me hurt. Cleanse me off this filthy mind Every page, every paragraph, every reveal...
Once upon a time, not so long ago my old reliable Volkswagen van dutifully chugged away the miles while my girlfriend and I babbled endlessly and took delight in the passing scenery as dusk settled over the mountain landscape. It was always an adventure when we set out on the road for one of our frequent sojourns. Judy and I would make the 400 mile drive to...
It’s 9pm and here I am at work and it’s about 96* and I have a moment so I’ll them as I get them. I printed your letter and took it to work, but I don’t need it. All I have to do is think about what I want to do when I’m with you. Sometimes I play it out several different ways here’s one: When I arrive at your house your dressed in something comfortable wha...
What was it about this woman that when ever he, thought about or spoke to her made his love shaft stand proud and tall, almost as if it was calling out to her, come here and take me into your secret places. "Show me how you can love me." He recalled the feather light touches of her finger tips as they played up and down his shaft as if it was some musical in...
She turned her back to him. Her pulse was jumping and her hands were threatening to tremble, but she was determined to play it cool. He hadn't even touched her yet, but he had turned that smoldering gaze in her direction. She'd never met anyone that smoldered before and it was enough to send her knees into melt down. Determined to play the game as well as...
Why is it that as soon as I get comfortable in bed I want to play? As soon as the thought enters my one tracked mind I can't seem to function. I continue to argue with myself that it's late and I really should just forget about what lies in my "naughty nightstand." I close my eyes trying to think of something else but instead a man reaching his hands down my...
She walks into the room and is pleasantly surprised by you. She had only heard about your personality and your ability to stay hard for hours. What a bunch of crap that must be, she thought to herself as she smiled at the thought. You are tall, dark hair, dark eyes, very handsome – those things she forgot to mention in e-mails and chat windows. See, what h...