It was another argument, one that left both of us angry and heated. Sitting on the bed, simmering down from the pent up emotions, I watched as you played on your computer, ignoring the rest of the world. I knew it was a way for you to release stress but I still didn’t like it. Watching you play the keys on the keyboard and move the mouse around was always an erotic sight. Always I wondered why you couldn’t play me like that.
Getting off the bed, setting the laptop aside, I walked
“Well here it is the weekend already. Since we don’t have to work tomorrow, how about we spend some “quality time” trying to give one another the most INTENSE single orgasm we possibly can,” I said. It didn’t take long for me to convince my wife to partake in my little orgasm challenge. We decided that the other would treat the winner of our little contest to dinner the next night.
“Do you have something particular in mind,” she asks. Then she
“So, what did you have in mind?” you ask with a coy smile.
I thought about the evening out from which we just returned. The kids were away for the night. We had been flirting and teasing each other all night, and I could feel the sexual tension between us. I knew you could feel it too. I could see it in the way you had been looking at me. In the way you slowly unbuttoned your heavy coat when we walked through the door, one button at a time, watching me until it was open and you let
As the group walked down the path in the state park, Jared pulled me aside to look at a flower.
As we were bent over, he whispered to me, “I want you to find a reason to get Frenchie alone for a few minutes. When you are out of sight of everyone, I want you to offer him a blowjob, right then and there. The group is going to be stopping by the stream to look for fossils, so you’ll have time to catch up. When you get back to us, squeeze my hand twice if you accomplished your mission.
Night never falls quickly enough on New Orleans. Interesting by day, certainly, but darkness brings the true city to life. The barkers and harkers, bodegos and cafes. The places seeking merely to move money — from your pocket to theirs. And oh the promises.
This night will bring something else to the city of cadence and creole. She feels, rather than hears, the calls for attention ringing and melting together in her ears as she stands looking out her window.
It’s a tingling sort of
Those that have never taken the time to get to know him, think of Griffin Connors as an eccentric old man. At fifty years old, he is still a very striking man. He is five foot ten, and weighs around one hundred eighty-five pounds. He has steel blue piercing eyes, that most fail to see are full of warmth. One only has to look beyond the full beard and moustache to see the kindness and humor that life has left etched there through the years.
He loves history, especially things dealing with the
Sophie squatted over the woman’s latex covered face. “Lick your Mistress, lick her well and she might have a gift for you.” The woman eagerly lapped at Sophie’s fleshy cunt lips, her tongue protruding from a mouth hole in her mask. “Mmmmmmmmm………not bad, keep going……….mmmmmmmm!” squealed Sophie. The woman’s husband knelt in the corner of the large conservatory, his ankles and wrists cuffed, also wearing a latex mask,
The boy awoke, the morning light streaming in through the window on to his face, warming his naked body. Already the day was warm, the hot dry desert air causing the small room to be uncomfortably stuffy before the sun had yet fully risen. Today though, there was an electric current upon the air. Today was his eighteenth birthday.
Today was the day of the grand ceremony, to be performed by the High Priestess herself, in which he had been
At the front door to the gym I looked to my left for no reason at all and espied a young woman dressed in a black pant suit walking toward me with plastic bags in her hands. It had been some time since I did something nice for someone and so I waited. She was the club’s receptionist and waiting for her was a small price to pay for the view I received.
I took in her beauty, capturing it with my photographic memory: she is petite and top heavy, with short brown hair and blonde highlights, a
Tracey woke to a silent darkness. Groggy she opened her eyes, tried to sit up, confusion swirled in her mind, then awareness flooded her as heart hammered. A blindfold covered her eyes, a gag of some sort filled her mouth. She could taste the rubber and leather on her tongue. Straining against her bonds she moved her head, then realized she couldn’t hear. Earplugs had also been placed in her ears. Her arms were tied over her head, she could feel her nude body lying on some type of corse