If I was a Tranny,my fanny would be fine,and I would never worry,if I could sing or rhyme.If my hairy buttocks,was smoother than my cock,to find a one night stand,I'd only have to walk -and sway it like a trollop,as I'd sashay down the street,in sexy thig...
Green lasers pierced the club, sweeping and jumping, refracted from the thick dry ice, forming myriad swirling shapes and patterns to the relentless beat. The bass was suffocating, filling every square millimetre not occupied by hot, sweaty, happy, grindi...
I lay on my back, naked, of course. My wrists and ankles crossed and cuffed together and to the table. Rather than being stretched, my elbows and knees are bent, opening me up to her ministrations. The room is slightly cool and absolutely silent which add...
Honey dipped upon your belly lick by lick the candlestick, as wax is dripped the vanilla candle slips and your member stands tall, firm, as I kiss it, taste it, smell it, until you shake in fits of ecstatic, thunderous applause, My honey dripped Valentine...
His heart pounded as he stood in the doorway, watching as she moved about, enticing with her wiggling hips whenever she bent to retrieve something. He wanted to move farther in, to take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, but she had commanded that...
There she sat, grey-haired and stern looking like always, in the middle of the long cherry-wood table on the dais, her lips barely able to contain that self-assured smile that annoyed me so much. Behind her hung the usual silly and perversely expensive de...
“Talk dirty to me.” “How dirty would you like me to get?” “Really dirty. Shock me. Make me cum here in my empty bed, totally fucked by what you dream of doing to me.” “I dream of sinking my fingers deep into your wet pussy in a crowded lift as we travel u...
My little Arab buttercup, Aisha, had been married to me for over a year now. I found work with a civilian contractor for the military. My technical and computer training in the army gave me the knowledge and experience they needed there in Silicon Valley....
It all started on a dark and stormy night. No, seriously it did. I attended college along the coast of Florida and experienced more than my share of thunder filled nights and soaking afternoon rains. However, this storm was much more than that. For severa...
This story follows on immediately from Auntie Mary Part 2 Nigel stood, soaking at the door to the garden. "Go get a towel from the kitchen and dry yourself off. Then get dressed." I said. Make sure you don't leave a mess anywhere. "Yes, Miss." "Oh! And br...
You've been so naughty lately, even on the lazy side. I hate that, I hate when you become lazy. It makes me want to punish you, and I think that is what I’m going to do with you right now. This is what races through my mind, watching you sit on the bed. Y...
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...
I love when my parents are out of the house. And who wouldn't? The peace and quiet without my father obsessively trying to convince me to follow his path in life is more of a relief than I can describe. It's also rather nice not to have my amazingly nurtu...
Finding Her MasterBy Ropeteasec 2010Chapter 9Joe turned off the lights in the living room as he went out the front door making sure it was locked. Putting the key in the ignition, Joe hesitated a moment. He thought back to the day’s events. Joe admired ho...
Finding Her MasterBy Ropeteasec 2010Chapter 8Robin leaned her body closer to Joe, a heavy sigh coming from her lips as she melted against him. Dropping her suitcase to the floor, Robin stepped back from Joe, shrugging her shoulders back, the coat slid dow...
