My name is Steven, I'm 24, and I am a narcissist. Not in the psychological disorder way, but in the "I really want to fuck myself" way. I absolutely worship myself because I know I'm incredibly sexy. When I'm alone (which is most of the time) I like to jerk off in front of the mirror, admiring my gorgeous body and cock. I even take pictures and videos of mys...
Two creamy white cum shots begin sliding down the side of my boot. My husband and I look at them as they make their way down the sparkling black leather leaving a filmy track in their wake. My fingers gently caress my clit, the sight of the boots and the cum and the events leading up to it have me on edge. "How many is that, my love." "Seven, my queen." "...
This story features Femdom and CBT along with some elements of forced bi fantasy, if this turns you off then this story may not be for you! ***** Emma smiled at herself in the dressing table mirror, her blood red lipstick making her reflection look oddly unfamiliar. Emma never wore red lipstick, except when she was playing the role of her husband's Mistres...
6. Veneration Sam took deeply to heart Victoria's implication that he had thus far been found wanting. He imagined that it had only been through Keri's intercession that he had been kept on, and this made him more devoted to her than ever. He vowed to himself that he would do everything that he could, double, triple his work efforts to justify her undeserve...
"Don't you knock?" Mike did not feel taken aback by these words, despite having just stepped over the threshold of his own home. He was already so stunned that they barely registered. Sitting before him - sprawled on his sofa - was a vision of the sort that, until now, he had witnessed only in his fantasies. Mike was a small-minded man, unimaginative and i...
We had been married for four years when my wife took on a new job, she was going to be the manager of a new insurance brokerage in our town but had to spend a few weeks of orientation and training at head office 180 miles away before she took on the responsibility. She spent the weeknights with an old university friend and would come home each Friday evening...
We had been married for four years when my wife took on a new job, she was going to be the manager of a new insurance brokerage in our town but had to spend a few weeks of orientation and training at head office 180 miles away before she took on the responsibility. She spent the weeknights with an old university friend and would come home each Friday evening...
"I'm tellin' you, mate, you're gonna love this place. The owner, this woman called Dima, she makes a stew like you've never tasted before, serves it up with bread that's got honey baked right in, so it's all sweet. They got real dwarven beer and ale, not that imitation shit that these northerners usually like, and fruitwines all the way from... What's it cal...
This story contains foot worship that you may not enjoy reading about. If so, please listen to the authority figure watching this story develop telling you, "Move on! Nothing to see here! Just move on!" Thank you! But, if you do choose to read this, please let me know what you think of it in a public comment (preferably) or in a private message to me. Agai...
Readers: I am a wife worshipper. This is how I choose to live my life as a husband. ... This morning I woke up early and walked naked downstairs to the dressing room. There as always were the garments my Wife had laid out for me in a perfect order. The panties were pink with small white polka dots and there was a matching chemise. To the right were white s...