Samantha had had a highly successful morning, that is, it went to nearly 3 pm when she closed the deal and signed off. Unusually for her, she went out to have lunch in a street stall with tables under a shady tree. She finished her salad and coffee and, still feeling smug about her morning, had just decided to have a second cup when she saw Sarah coming along the footpath. “Well, hello there Samantha. You’re doing just what I was thinking of.” “Come and join me Sarah. I’d love to tell someone about this morning and you’re just about…
It’s such a hot fantasy to imagine being in the shower and out of nowhere, you slip in behind me…the first I know of it is when you press me up against the wall with your big sexy tits…mmmm this is really hot… you reach between my legs and start gliding your soapy hand along my hardening cock, wow that feels good baby. You take one of my hands and shove it up against your pussy as you continue to stroke my cock and squish your big soft tits against my back, kissing my neck and ears… you know that…
My name is Diana Styles and I’m a strap-on addict and an avowed fetish fanatic. A five-foot-ten, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman of Southern origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Forty years old and counting. By day, I am an accountant. I am the CEO of Styles & Madison, a multi-million-dollar accounting practice in Bean Town. By night, I am a serial bed hopper. A forthrightly bisexual white slut who does it all. Threesomes. Bondage. Dominance and submission. Role playing. You name it, I’ve done it. That’s me in a nutshell. Most of all,…
Maybe I should start by saying that writing this sort of stuff doesn’t come easy to me. Just making a contribution to an erotic archive, let alone heading a story with the dread letters “FF”, is not the Sam I’ve known/been all my life. I’ve had a quiet time, really. Dull childhood. A little repressed, maybe. Never, for some reason, quite as fussed about dating boys as most of my classmates. I had offers, sure, but I wasn’t bothered, that was the thing. Tho’ I should make it clear, in my story headed “FF”, that doesn’t mean that I ever,…
He says, “You like this, don’t you, Big Tits… you like me playing with your titties, don’t you… you know what else… I bet you like to walk around outside without a bra on, don’t you, baby… walking makes your big tits bounce a lot, doesn’t it… I’ll bet you like to walk around outside in a tee shirt… just tight enough to hug a bit, but not quite tight enough to make you look like a slut, huh, baby… your nipples get a lot of rubbing when you walk around like that, don’t they… it feels good… they get…
At sea again the next morning, the ‘Kajira’ plowed through three foot swells on our way to our next stop. We had left at first light, dismantling the camp the night before and moving everything back to the boat. This time the women helped carry things as we loaded them up like pack horses. With their hands bound and their heads bridled it was hard to think of any other practical use for them. I have to say that my nude wife loaded down with camping gear beats the sight of a mule doing the same job hands down! The…
The first “dirty little secret” that I ever shared with my live-in boyfriend, Ray (not his real name), was a real doozie! It was about how I had lost my virginity in a very unique way, back when I was a young lady. It happened on a hot and sunny summer Sunday afternoon, when I was unexpectedly cornered in a small bathroom at a middle-aged Hispanic friend’s equally-small house, and then sexually molested–and ultimately raped–by her teenage son, Freddy, who was so dark-skinned that he looked more like a black guy, than a Chicano. And I didn’t try to run…
Hello, my name is Jake. I am your average 23 year old boy, super horny. I was a let bloomer when it came to losing my virginity, I was 20. I started looking at my mom sexually at around 18, but I figured it would go away and that I was just so desperate for sex anyone was looking good to me. When I finally had sex at 20 that did not happen. My desire for my mom grew. She is my biggest fantasy. She is 54 years old about 5’5 and 280 pounds. She is the reason for my…