Wax play Stories

Mention hurricanes and most people think devastating winds, never-ending rain and widespread flooding. Mention hurricane to me and I think candle wax. Yes, candle wax. It was my first real hurricane. I had experienced remnants of hurricanes growing up in upstate New York, but this was my first in the Big Easy. It hit right as classes started that year, leaving me just in time to meet Evan in my American Lit class. I rode...

"I love the sounds you make," she said. "It's like you've entered heaven when you penetrate me."Did you know that the sounds you make are different for each hole you fuck?""Are they, my little slut?""Oh, yes Sir, they are. You moan when you fuck my pussy.""Whose pussy, slut?" "Yours, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.""No need to apologize. I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to.""Oh, yes, Sir. How could I forget when...