This story was told to me by one of my previous lover. How true it was, I had no idea but I knew some parts were true from the way things seemed to match and the photos he had shown me. Knowing his charismatic ways and bad boy character, it was not surprised that he really did it. Words used were pretty nasty and crude as this guy loved to swear. Stomach it if you can. Skip it if it is not your cup of cake. Before he met...

She was running hard - her aertex shirt clinging to her wet flesh, rain and sweat mingling and pouring down her face, her chest, between her breasts and down her belly. The short gym skirt flapping as her thighs pounded against the slippery ground was leaving red marks on the vulnerable skin. Mud splashed on her calves, forming dark marks against the cold pink. She looked up as she ran down the hill and lost her rhythm as...

The Rejection Chronicles: Carmyn and Angel Guess what ladies? Men have huge egos. When we meet you and we’re attracted to you we can’t help it, our egos swell to enormous sizes along with other parts of our body. We start to imagine you are interested in every third word that slips from our lips. Our imaginations run wild and we believe our cocks must captivate you. We sit there pretending to listen to you prattle on abou...

En Vacances Part 5: Fucktoy Tease     All is quiet; the silence broken only by the eternal background noise of insects and the heavy panting of shivering, orgasmic me.   I’m clinging to the balcony rail, my body shaking from the after tremors caused by Anita’s fingers’ twin assault on my arse and pussy. Ejaculant drips from between my legs, my vagina an open faucet with a stopcock that can’t quite be fully closed, my thig...

You got home from work, tired and ready for a shower. I washed your body, paying close attention to your back, ass, and legs. You have the most sexy ass, full, round, and very tight. My cock was throbbing from the feeling of my hands on your body, so I grabbed you by the waist and rested it between your cheeks."Mmmm, happy to see me?" you asked."Oh yeah!" I reply. "It's been a couple days and I want you badly!"The play an...

En Vacances 4: The Balcony     “Just give her the water, Grant.”   There is a different tone to Anita’s voice, a mix of steel and determination so absent from the tinkling waterfall of words and gentle laughter that had fallen from her mouth earlier.   Grant must have noticed the change also, as immediately, if perhaps a little sullenly, he pulls a canvas shopper from beneath his sun lounger, roots around amongst its cont...

En Vacances 3: Grant     “I want a drink.”   My words sound petulant in my ears like a small child demanding a treat; and my tongue, unused to forming words, feels thick in my mouth. It had seemed like a good idea holidaying alone, ten days in the sun, an opportunity to relax and recharge my personal batteries away from the daily grind, but a holiday can be a lonely place and I’ve spent three days lying alone, eating alon...

Eric stopped at the cooler and gazed through the long glass panes at the sides of the door to Maya's office. She was in there, his petite goddess. He could just glimpse a bit of her face through the panels. Unfortunately the angle was wrong to see any of her body. It wasn't like that at the gym, however. He had started to work out lunchtimes on Mondays and Wednesdays so he could catch her going into the yoga class and com...

En Vacances 2: The Bar     Embarrassment consumes me; my entire being flushing crimson as her hungry eyes watch my little girl body quivering with pleasure, fixed on the twin digits that have slid so effortlessly into the soaking wetness of my pussy. My whole body is burning up with shame; heat radiating through every atom of my being, capillaries engorged and swollen, visibly causing my lightly tanned skin to glow violen...

Before you start...this is quite a long story, but please have patience. Thanks. Cindy’s ice blue eyes stare deep into mine, a rock solid, unflinching gaze. I get the impression she is not going to deliver good news. “Rob, I won’t hold back, you’re a dear friend and I care about you. I think your accounts are a wreck, and your projected figures for the next year do not inspire confidence at all. If I am brutally honest, y...

It had been almost a week since the day of Susan’s first (and second) enema. As instructed, she worked all day on her essay describing everything that happened that day. Bill expected not only comprehensive details of the actual events, but also insisted on clear expressions of how Susan felt during each story point. Susan had no idea why Bill was having her do this but she was sure that she would find out in due course....