Kneeling Stories

I love it when I can taste you once you've soaked through your panties. The white darkened by the moisture showing through. Slipping in behind you and kneeling down. You can feel my breath on the backs of your legs all the way down. The inside of my thighs rubbing against the outside of your smooth legs. Letting my hands run up and down each one with an occasional pat on that sweet ass. Pushing your feet apart with just a...

(Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 2 Part II                   The next day I awoke, still a bit flustered and my mind racing at the events of the day prior. I sat about, rather bored reading my book for the second time when I saw a lamp come once more down the stairs. I hid automatically, assuming that it might have been someone else other than the man I had met earlier. The figure moved straight toward my posi...