Chase stirred and I felt his cock twitch and begin to grow. He slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. A few moments later I heard the shower come on.
I couldn’t help but think about the intensity and depth that we felt in our encounter. I didn
As I opened the door he stood there smiling…as if he knew something but wasn’t going to tell. As if his anticipation for what was to come could hardly be contained. He set his bags down…grabbed my hand and had me sit down. Then he said…”Breeze.
…And so I set about finding the secrets to my scope. I am very good at this sort of thing and besides I certainly wasn’t going to give in. After a short time I discovered a zoom lense hidden in the tripod. I also learned that the tripod
…The moment our eyes met they were locked together in an unspoken dialog…it was as if I was gazing into a mirror reflecting love and hate. Pleasure and pain. Serenity and chaos. All there is and nothing. I was held captive…by my own desire…
The waiting room was rather small. As you entered there was a large window with floor length dark purple drapes and four cozy looking black leather chairs in front of it facing the door. To the right was a leather black sofa with a dark purple accent
I had purchased a body- stocking that gave the appearence that I was entirely covered in tribal like tattoos. I opened the curtains all the way back to reveal a pole (a portable pole for pole dancing *giggling*…who knew?). I turned on some “dirty d
I very slowly and deliberately take the scope and move it aside…quickly checking that I could still see the window. He was watching…wondering what I was up to. I stood facing him. I began to turn very slowly and when I was almost full circle I pl
I was having the most fantastic dream. It was dark, and hot. I was holding on to something- bars, maybe? My long red hair was in my face. I could feel it sticking to my gently parted lips. I was pushing my little hips backward, impaling my pu
I decided to run away for a few days. I needed some space…away from my world. So I flipped a coin. Heads…north. Tails…south. It was heads.
Once on the road…I found myself wanting to put on a show for my fellow travelers…just the thought of
That night we met at the Hotel Allison, a dumpy slum on Stockton Street for cheap or poor European travelers. It maintained, in spite of its low prestige, a facade of proper accommodations, sporting a faux-Victorian lobby
We were in bed. I gave her a smile and she knew what I meant. She smiled back. I undressed and also undressed her. I massaged her legs and boobs and nipples. She caressed my cock and my cock head with her thumb. I ran my cock all along her calves and
She was in the kitchen wearing her PJs. The morning sun was streaking through the window, and through the PJ, making her body fully visible. I silently pulled my cock out, walked from behind and hugged her. My hands were around her waist and my cock
It had always been a fantasy of mine to be black mailed into having sex. The idea is if you get caught you can fall back onto the blackmail story.
One day while at work I was surfing the net for porn, mostly gay and transvestite porn when my boss c
Nathaniel stared over the hill waiting for the bus full of campers to arrive. It was his job each and every year to greet the campers and the counselors who come with them. He shuffled his feet, sweating in th
It had arrived. After much anticipation a long heavy non descript box had shown up at my door. I rushed inside with it and commenced to opening it. A sex swing. I was getting excited just unpacking it envisioning my lover in it. Black n
I sat in the restaurant with a glass of wine and my friend Jackie. I met Jackie in a support group for guys who feel they are women. Jack wore a nice black silk pants and a blue blouse with her long ear rings that topped off the entire out fit nicely
My wife and I were on vacation in Italy, bouncing around from city to city just being regular tourists. Towards the end of the trip we checked into a small bed and breakfast in a small town just for one night. We arrive and are greeted by the hosts
An RP from my North African friend and I actually.. (I am Tunisian French myself; but my french is a little rusty so bar with me!~
This is wrong.
He knows he shouldn’t do it but he can’t resist. If you’re a scrumptiou