They returned three days after their daughter had her oral desires filled, and I'd not seen her since. I'd spotted his car, but not seen either of them. I did wonder whether he'd told her he'd sucked me off in the garage. I was also a little curious about whether their daughter had told her mum anything too. I doubted she'd tell her dad. It's not a father/daughter conversation, not in my head at least. That being said, no...
The door closes as he turns from the window, precum sticking to the lace panties he was left in. "She's going to come back, right?" he asks himself quietly, looking at the empty spot on the floor where his clothes last lay. A few minutes tick by—tortured by the thought of having to make it to the garage wearing only the thong of his lover, and more so by the thought of disappointing her by not following her commands—he ma...
Ever since Pete and Stacy had been simultaneously spanked by her mom, they had been trying to figure out how to create another scene. The high they'd been on for weeks was waning. The tricky part was keeping her mom in the dark about their intentions, so they could manufacture a real punishment. Also, they were hesitant to put a plan into action. Sure, an impending punishment was thrilling and intoxicating, but the pain t...
The cliché hot stepmom fantasy was real life for Pete. He had just graduated high school and was living at his parents's house, trying to save up money for college. His dad got remarried a couple of months ago to a beautiful woman in her mid-forties. She was very sweet and kind to Pete. He found it awkward to call this bombshell mom, but she insisted, and he became more comfortable with it over time. She always wore skimp...
A notification pinged Josh's phone, a message on one of the gay apps from an account named Bi4Top. "Hey stud, you lookin?" That was all it said. He'd normally ignore messages like this. But it had been a while since his last hook-up so he decided to give him a look. A bit of a belly, plenty of fur; just Josh’s type. The guy's profile was hot but Josh noticed a wedding ring in one of the pictures. "Does she know?" he chanc...
Fifteen inches. No, no oh no, it’s not what you think. That size? Does it even exist? Do I even want to know? Do I even want to imagine what can and cannot be done with that size? No, I’m just talking about a ruler, a forty-centimetre or fifteen-whatever-inches ruler, which I’ve just found clearing out an old cupboard. I always had a thing for rulers and unknowingly hoarded a large collection of them throughout the years....
I meet you outside the front door of my apartment. No words are said. I pull you inside by the collar of your shirt. My room mate is in the living room. His back is to us, so he doesn't notice me dragging you to my room. "Hey," he says mildly when we pass. But you aren't allowed to speak. I walk through the door and turn to face you. "Shut the door and take off your clothes." You narrow your blue eyes at me. "Is there som...
