Click. "Now, put your right hand between your legs. No, on the chair. That's it." Click. "Throw your head back and push out your tits." Click. Click "Lie back, open your legs and put your hand on your cunt. And look at the camera." Click. Click. Click. "Insert your finger into your pussy." Click. Click. Click. Click. I was enjoying this. Behind the...
WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The a...
copyright 2015 "It's time for my next adventure. I feel like a trip to the movies." Veronica Hart stood in her boudoir - looking at her reflection in her mirror. It winked at her - wearing nothing at all but a wicked smile, garter belt, and red lace stockings. She gently squeezed her full breasts together and watched them jiggle as she thought about her "B...
Chapter 17: The Puppet Show Soon after La Contessa's encounter with the Archbishop, I'm summoned to the changing rooms behind the theatre to prepare for the performance. I put on the mask of the inamorati with its lovelorn expression, puckered lips, and bright red, painted cheeks. I strip off so the puppeteers can attach the complex arrangement of wires th...
Note- I do not own the rights to Doctor Who, this is just a loving tribute to the iconic British tv show. Might be a first to write an erotic story about a famous composer. Chopin was quite a ladies man in his time. Not to mention Liszt. xxx The Doctor could not wipe the smile off her face as she listened in awe at the tinkling keys of the piano in the c...
Trouble was, she liked being fucked. Liked being fucked hard, by men who didn't try to be nice. Nice men were sweet, but they couldn't fuck her right - not unless she could make them angry - sometimes this worked. She had found out early about herself - knew then that she was going to be a slut. She loved everything about it, but most of all, she liked b...
Hi, my name is Veronique. I'm a 35-year-old girl from Los Angeles, currently working in the Netherlands as a management assistant. I have a boyfriend from Sweden, who I met during one of the many ex-pat meetups we have here in Amsterdam. My boyfriend and I get along very well. That goes for all parts of our relationship, but for one thing in particular: I'm...
Chris was on all fours in the middle of the room. His back straight with his head in line and looking down. He was naked as this was always expected when serving his Mistress however he wore a few accessories. Around his neck was a steel collar. The collar served two purposes, the first was that it served as a very real reminder that Chris was a slave, as so...
LETTER IV You might well be pleased with my last letter but you have merited your own reprimand. You confess to having read it with too much action of the hand, not expecting any such very racy termination, and that when it came to such delicious mouth-fucking you were obliged to spend all over your dressing-gown. All I can say is don't do so anymore, but c...
I kidded Donna often about her cheerleader thighs. She had great legs for any age, never mind being almost 70. She'd gotten me back on that comment. We went to a costume swing party for Halloween, I as a football player, she as a cheerleader. It's a cliché, I know, but the theme of the party was "homecoming". Despite the cliché, it was a popular theme-after...