Julie's excited, but nervous too. The cleavage of her curve clinging little black dress is cut in a deep V between her breasts and she's not wearing a bra. Her dress is daringly short up her bare thighs. As Julie totters along on her high heels she feels as if her every step will bounce her breasts out and give any man who's interested a glimpse of her knick...
All characters are age 18 or above. "You know Stacy, you'd better buckle down and start studying or else Ms. Zander is going to fail you." Stacy Grayson, however, paid her well-intentioned friend, Zoe, no mind. "Relax, I've got this under control. I know exactly what to do to get a passing grade in her class." "If it's not studying, then what?" Zoe repl...
When Annie had returned to her position in front of the Driver, she was told to stand at ease. Again the host asked of the driver, "Anything else you'd like to see?" It was obvious theater for we all knew where this tableau was headed and the driver, as anticipated, speculated aloud, "I wonder what color this whore's nipples are under that expensive bra; I...
Halloween Experiment—Would He, or Wouldn't He... Fidelity... It's one of those warm, fuzzy, nebulous concepts that one is probably better off not exploring too deeply—at least that's what I think I learned. I'd always wondered if it was something that one was born with, or simply an artifact of circumstances—a question of opportunity, really... The subject...
I was having the most wonderful dream. I was a warrior playing a post-apocalyptic killsport called PunishBall. Heavily armored and wielding a 12-pound sledgehammer I defended my goal against the evil enemy. One dared enter my territory and I stopped him cold with a mighty blow from my sledge. Stunned, my foe staggered and fell to the ground, his helmet torn...
{Note: these are only slightly 'obscured' accounts of my life at the Broke Oak nudist resort in south Texas. I warn you that not everything is all 'cocks and pussies' as we are fairly normal human beings and these are actual accounts of our lives. Things are sometimes slow-starting and if you don't care for that, I apologize.} Mornings are a great time of d...
I love being me. I don't think that anyone has as much fun as me. I don't think anyone can do what I do, which is why I have so much fun. So what can I do you ask? Well, let's just say that I have the wonderful ability to morph any and all parts of my body anytime I want. So what do I do? Well, I use this ability for the best reason possible...sex. I can c...
"It's called a penis gag. How do you like it?" I stared at my wife with wide eyes. I had thought we were going to have a little fun, she had talked me into the four cuffs on our poster bed, my arms were pulled out to the sides, my legs were spread and fastened securely, and I felt like a butterfly pinned to a board. My upthrust penis, of course, would have...
The long version. Probably has some typos. I'll fix later. *** From the darkened kitchen, I had a pretty unobstructed view of the goings on in the living room. One young guy was seated in a comfy chair against the far wall. On either side of him there was a matching chair and another man sat in each. The chairs appeared to have been arranged for just this...
I strutted into the bedroom, my seamed nylon stockings swishing beneath my evening gown, a cloud of expensive perfume surrounding me. I stopped and placed a gloved hand on my satin hip. "Well," I asked seductively. "Do you like what you see?" He stared at me and took the cigar out of his mouth. "My god," he muttered. "You look incredible." "Incredibly edi...