It had been a long drive and Travis sighed with relief as he pulled
into the driveway.
Thankful that the summer season was upon him and his studies at
college would wait for a couple of months, he smiled as he once
again pondered how he was going to waste his summer by pursuing
pleasure.
As he turned off the …
Read More → I wonder if they can see my knees shaking. I know they can see
my bottom. The attendants and our families are behind me, and my
exposed orbs must be the center of their attention. My breasts are
exposed to the minister, the nipples hard and pointing at him. If he
looks down, he can see the lips. Are they …
Peter groaned. His buttocks contracted and he arched his back, lifting
his pelvis off the bed in a futile attempt to reach Susana’s mouth,
hanging teasingly just a centimetre or so above the tip of his straining
cock. Her left hand circled the base of his tool, squeezing lightly in a
rhythm that matched the slow passage of her tongue …
I rubbed my neck and glanced at Joy sitting next to me at the nurses station.
“What a night! IV’s, blood hangs, ICU emergencies, cranky patients. Joy, I am
sick of sick people!” Joy nodded in firm agreement, then a big smile lit up her
face. Uh oh, I thought, here it comes. Joy and I had been in more …
He spent a restless night, constantly waking up in a state of
heightened excitement.
She would not leave him, even in his dreams. The last one he
particularly enjoyed. In it the Countess sold her apartment,
bought a large house in the country and of course, needed a
handyman to look after the place. Apart from one painful bit,
where …
It has been a long day. Your neck and back are a
little sore from being
on the computer all day, and you attempt to reach back and
rub them. But I
gently push your hands away. Then I begin to knead the
muscles of your
upper back,my fingers pushing in and around, up and down,
until gradually
you feel …
Peter groaned. His buttocks contracted and he arched his back, lifting
his pelvis off the bed in a futile attempt to reach Susana’s mouth,
hanging teasingly just a centimetre or so above the tip of his straining
cock. Her left hand circled the base of his tool, squeezing lightly in a
rhythm that matched the slow passage of her tongue …
She was hoping he would notice, was afraid he would.
She looked down at the tips of her nipples clearly
protruding through her tight silk shirt, noting the
round circles pushing out of the fabric that fairly
shouted “PIERCING”.
“Good girls don’t get their nipples pierced,” she said
out loud. To herself she thought, “Since when have I
been a …
“That is unfortunate–for you. For me, it is most
advantageous.”
Hazun’s prick had risen to an amazing stand as he looked at
the mem-sahib with the golden hair. Knowing that the sahib’s hand
was playing between her secret places made Hazun want to bend
beneath the table and sneak a peek. Only Hazun knew he would
immediately be suspect if …
Every sensual muscle in her sleek body in motion, Katt
MacNeil swung out of the Cessna and padded across the sand in the
blazing noonday heat.
The tall, leggy blonde was used to ignoring the scorching
desert sun a well as the admiring stares from a few local males.
There were not many fair-haired women to be found among the …
“And me too! Let me milk the men too!” Bow said impetuously.
“I’m going to send you up to your room if you don’t act your
age,” Petra warned the girl. (Of course, if she did act her age, not
asking repeatedly to be fucked, she got to go to an orgy, which struck
me as rather strange.)
“Oh, alright,” …
We undressed. Petra unlocked our cell. We went back up the
steps to the surface of the earth. Alfonse went first, opening the
storm doors of the cellar for us. Daylight flooded the steps and,
climbing, we emerged into it.
I was nude. We had no clothes. I embraced myself, covering my
breasts. My pussy hairs tasted sunlight. I dipped …
I drop you off at the front door and I park the van,
looking for the darkest corner of the parking lot. As
per your instructions, I find a spot in the shadows
under a large tree next to one of those bulky metal
garbage skips. I wait nervously in the van. We’ve done
this before, but it always makes …
Often it’s the little things that change your life. Two
lines of an old song, a trace of scent you all but
forgot existed, a face in a crowd looking just like
someone you knew and cared about… It sparks a
thought, encourages a gesture, the little gears get in
motion, the synapses start firing. The change is just
an …
We were horny young guys just past the cusp of puberty. It was summer
holidays and we were allowed to stay out far past the falling of darkness.
It was the late forties and kids were safe in the streets, even in a
working class neighborhood like ours.
Women on our street all stayed home keeping house and raising their…