Cum coated Stories

Hello sweeties. Now I've always made it a rule in life not to talk about myself. I'm very much of the opinion that celebrities should be ethereal gods and goddesses and that nobody wants to know about your genital warts or that time you upchucked a five-course meal all over Anthea Stephenson's feather-cut, blonde-highlighted, sad excuse for a hairdo at 'The Annual Lifestyle & Wellbeing Weeklies & Periodicals Writers Award...

It's so serene up here, almost in the clouds, looking out over the Thames from this high-rise city flat. I’ve pulled the white leather sofa to the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window and all I can see are the twinkling lights of other occupants across the river. I can be certain they are not like me in any way, living out their boring lives. I wish they could see me, but they can't. Closing my eyes is the most relaxing pa...

You can’t imagine how much my life has changed in the last six months. I’ve progressed from being a spotty seventeen-year-old shy teenager to rampant sexual beast, but then, I have my mother to thank for that. Sex has been, more or less, non-stop. She can’t seem to get enough of my dick and to be honest, I can’t get enough of her juicy cunt either. We’ve had some near misses and some risky encounters. None of them come cl...

The Stalker – Part 3        I don’t think I’ve spent many happier mornings at work. I slump unseen behind the ‘privacy screen’ at my workstation and although my computer screen flickers before me, all my eyes can see is his pulsing, trapped cock standing exposed in the morning light. Sliding down in my seat, I replay my morning’s adventure; the weight of his cock on my tongue, the touch of his pubic hair against my skin,...