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,
“You’re doing it wrong.” Jake shook his head at me with a grin. He found it actually entertaining that I was struggling! That wasn’t funny.
“Fine then, I give up. YOU do it.” I handed the guitar over to him. Jake must have thought he was god’s gift. He held the guitar with raised eyebrows.
“What?” I snapped.
“Jessica,” Jake sang, teasingly, “I think you’re getting a little frustrated.”
I stood up and walked
As usual there was nothing on tv, just channel after channel of mindless drivel. For once I did not mind, for cuddled up against me on my soft blue couch was Ashley, her soft golden curls stroking my face and filling my head with her intoxicating scent. Looking down at her sparkling blue eyes watching the screen intently I couldn’t help but think back to how they looked filled with passion.
My gaze slowly traveled down her wonderful form to those incredible breasts, gently encased in her
For as long as I can remember, my best friend has always been this guy named Brian. Brian has always been the fastest guy at everything we did. So much so, that in order to keep up with him you had to chase him. After a while, that’s what we all started to call him. Chase and I did every thing together, even if I had him by two years. Over the years, our family’s got close as we got closer. By the time we got to high school, we were calling each other’s mother mom.
My mother,
Mastrom’s was Blythe’s favorite department store. Catering to an upscale clientele, they carried the latest in high quality fashion in a wide variety of styles. They took pride in their hands-on and solicitous customer service. After a shopping excursion, Blythe often left the store fully satisfied and upbeat.
Today, she was looking for a few items to add to her summer wardrobe. Her cotton, floral sundress with wide shoulder straps and a low cut neckline revealed a hint of cleavage.
Maria knocked loudly on her son’s bedroom door. “Matthew? Wake up! You have to get up and get ready for Mass.”
Matthew’s muffled voice came through the door. “I’m not going to Mass, Mom.”
Maria’s eyes shot up. We’ll just see about that, she thought. She wrapped her fingers around the knob, twisted, and swung open the door.
Matthew was lying in bed, covered with a blanket. His eyes were open, but he said nothing.
“And just why do you
My name is Frank, and I’m a thirty three year old, six foot tall white dude with sandy blond hair that dangles around my shoulder. I consider myself an open-minded heterosexual with occasional bisexual urges. On a recent trip to Peru, I discovered more about my sexuality than I had ever imagined.
It all started when a friend that I made in Cusco turned me on to a white powder I had not done in a long time. After a few lines, I found myself getting horny, but not in my usual manner. For
We’d been seeing each other for about six weeks, and I thought I knew her pretty well. So when Angela called and asked for my help in putting on a party for her girlfriends I accepted immediately. Her huge smile lit up the whole room when I came over and we spent the next several hours setting the schedule of all that needed to occur.
I was looking forward to it, not that I expected to attend, I just like to help her. Of course I volunteered for all the tasks I love to do, mainly the
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
Needless to say, I was enjoying my hot times with “Grandma” Anna and “Grandpa” Frank. I called my real grandmother to tell her that I was extending my stay by a couple of days, maybe even a week.
“Ok, baby,” grandma said on the phone. “I miss you, honey. But it’s ok. Patty DeLay’s husband just died, so I’m spending a lot of time with her. But come home soon. I need you.”
I agreed and hung up the phone.
Anna waltzed into the