My beautiful wife Catherine got a call from her good friend Jeanie, asking her if she would help out with a play they were putting on. All the main parts of the play were filled and the practices were going great, but they needed thirty extras for one main crowd scene. This play was very serious and quite sad too. It was about the Holocaust and what it was...
I was woken by the mouth of my wife sucking on my characteristic morning wood. With a hand hold firmly on my ball sac, she bobbed her head up and down, pressing her tongue on my shaft as she sucked. My cockhead swelled as my conscious mind registered what my unconscious had already been experiencing. “Good morning babe,” I softly said, gently stroking her l...
Laurence flinched the second he realized what was going on. "M-marie? What the fuck?" "Something bothering you?" Marie responded. "Why are you... sucking my cock?" Marie's head popped up and down a bit more as her lips tugged on Laurence's shaft for just a while longer before coming up and saying "Because you like it." Laurence, both shocked and amazed,...
I woke up the next morning and found myself alone. It was weird going to bed with two hot naked 18 year olds who had just swapped your cum, and wake up in a bed all by your lonesome. I started wondering if I had been dreaming. I left my bedroom and was happy to find the shower running and figured my guests from last night were partaking in some morning fun....
Here's another minisode for your enjoyment. The idea for this one came from the interesting dynamic that's going on. Also: Megan cut her hair for DT5: Party, It's been slowly regrowing since then. Comments and feedback are always welcome either here or by direct message. I try to match everyone's suggestions and desires. Celebrities don't actually act like t...
Chapter 1: We Arrive; Nancy Buys New Panties In April I was invited, along with several other UC-Berkeley grad students, to a Thursday-through-Saturday conference on migration studies at the University of Washington. My wife Nancy got two days off from work to go with me to Seattle, and we immediately, of course, began thinking of ways of getting her into i...
Since leaving her husband Dan, Anne was tired of staying at home alone. Every night seemed to be the same old routine. She would come home from work, make herself a light dinner, answer some e-mails and watch a little television before heading to her lonely bed. This particular night Anne was feeling very restless and she found herself walking around the apa...
I sat in the back of the auditorium, my eyes burning with tears as I relived one of the worst days of my life. Work had been extra rough and although I was usually able to slog through the “shit”, I was super-emotional for some reason. The so-called friends that I was supposed to meet for happy hour never showed and some asshole stepped on my pinky corn when...
Lying in bed, feeling doggone tired after working an overnight shift as the only security guard for a grocery store, I feel dead. It's eight thirty on a Monday morning and I just got off the number nine bus from Hurdman Station. It stops right across the street from my apartment in Vanier, Ontario. A ten minute bus ride which I endured, half-asleep, sitting...
"Gotcha," I thought to myself as I spied the cute gal in the Hijab staring at me, with a mixture of fascination and disapproval in her eyes. Clad in a long-sleeved Black T-shirt over a traditional long skirt and Black sneakers, she seemed the very picture of piety and respectability, according to the norms of her Islamic faith, which I once followed quite fe...