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
Isobel Ford glanced back and forth from her stopwatch to the runners coming around the final curve. She started calling the times out to her assistant, who’s own gaze was darting back and forth from her notebook to the numbers pinned on each runner’s chest as the members of the girl’s track team thundered down on them.
For a moment, Isobel faltered, her attention drawn by the flashing long legs of the girl in the lead. Her long brunette hair, pulled into a ponytail, floated
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‘Wow, this is some paradise huh?’ My wife asked as she lay down on the sunbed and took in our surroundings; we lay next to the swimming pool, surrounded by coconut trees, only a stone’s throw from the tropical, white sand and blue-green sea.
‘Yeah,’ I agreed as I had a quick scan of our surroundings, taking in all of the bikini-clad women as they walked around in front of us; ‘this place certainly has some great views.’
A whole week of sun, sea and
My eyes flickered open as the shrill staccato of my alarm clock tattooed on my skull, seemingly without end and insistent that I wake up. I threw a look of disgust in its general direction, cursing the blessed thing for interrupting my sleep, quickly following the look with my clenched fist which thumped down hard, silencing it mid-screech. Closing my eyes in relief I decided to treat myself to another minute or two of rest.
Twenty five minutes later, after managing to prise my eyelids open
I had just turned 21 years old and every gay male who reaches that age does what every male gay or straight will do and that is to legally drink and go out and hit the bars and clubs. That day finally came in the summer of many years ago and I hit my first gay club with some friends. We were partying it up seeing the male strip show and then having shots, drinks, and just having some fun.
As I waited in line to get a round for my buds, I was greeted by a very handsome and hot blond surfer guy
Jenna drove as fast as she dared. The wreck on the bridge had caused a stand still in traffic for thirty minutes and when it had started to move it was at a snail’s pace. She was fifteen minutes late. Jared would be displeased. He’d told her to be home no later than six-thirty. She left the packages in the car and went straight inside. “You are late.”
“Yes, Master, I am sorry.”
JaredMaster grabbed her wrist and pulled her quickly to the lashing post. Her
Life was good for a marauder.
Here they sat — circled around a bonfire, roaring and laughing, a successful week of raiding and plundering behind them — now with beautiful, buxom wenches riding their cocks.
It had taken quite some effort for these great warriors to arrive at this place with such bounty.
The plentiful food and drink that filled their bellies, the gold and silver and precious jewels that overflowed their sacks, had all come at great price. Villages had been invaded,
You’d think we were a couple of seasoned, jaded perverts by how depraved we’ve become. But I’m only 26 and my wife is two years younger. We married three years ago and almost from the start we started dreaming up and living wilder and wilder scenes, with each other, and then with partners, another girl, two of them, a couple, a guy, two guys. We were bi from the start and loved that about each other; it meant there were so many ways we could mix it up with other sexy partners.
Naresh got on to the bus that was going to the small town that he had been posted to. Lakhanpur, a place he had never heard of, was eons away from the urban environment inhabited by him prior to his present course in life. Naresh was going away for the first time from his parents who were in Delhi, a place he had spent a good part of his life in. They had provided him with a reasonable amount of money in order that he never felt any immediate need for it till his first salary.
Naresh was
Sharon stood in front of her closet, sliding hangers one way, then the other. She really had no desire to go out tonight, but Jeff had made it very clear, this evening was important. If he was ever going to make the right connections in the company or have any chance of moving up the Corporate Ladder, this was the going to be the first rung.
She’d been to dozens of these parties, and it was always the same. Middle-aged women wearing heavy cologne that choked the very air from your lungs,
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