The next morning after the card party, Cheryl and I were laying in bed and she started to get frisky. Cheryl started rubbing my hardening cock through my panties and telling me how much she loved watching the cock sucking action last night.
I told her that she sure seemed to be getting off on the guy-guy thing and I reminded her that I love pussy.
“That might be true” she said “but there is no denying that you enjoyed Bob’s cock a week ago and you sure seemed to love cum
You have me tied down to the bed, my limbs stretched and tightly secured with the silk scarves to each of the bedposts. A fifth scarf is wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, completely blocking out all light. The faint scent of jasmine incense is in the air, combined with the smell of hot melting wax.
I strain to hear you, knowing that you are somewhere in the room… I feel the bed depress near me, your hand pushing a lock of my hair off my forehead. You lean down and kiss me, forcing
Andrew Weston was not a man to trifle with. Neither was Alison: his stepdaughter. It was as if they had been fashioned from the same cloth and they understood each other perfectly: often trying to outmaneuver each other in a game of one-upmanship. Both were self assured and attractive to look at.
Alison, now eighteen and in her last few weeks of high school, had inherited her mother’s grey eyes and her natural father’s mahogany locks, which had grown long enough for her to bundle up
“Missy… wake up!”
“Who… what is it?”
“It’s me, Officer McDonald. Come on, sweetie, wake up!”
“What time is it?”
“Shhhh! It’s just after three in the morning. Come on, get up.”
“Why?”
“Keep your voice down. I don’t want to wake up the whole cell block. Get up and let’s go.”
“Let’s go? Let’s go where?”
“I’m taking you to the linen closet.
Miss Sanders settled her class down after coming back from a break so she can start the English class with everyone calm and quiet. It never took more than two loud firm orders from her to get all of her students to hush up and pay attention. They were especially attentive ever since her sex-ed classes a couple months ago and they were all the more eager to please her and do as she says.
A rare thing for being a group of eighteen and nineteen year old students. But they do it in hope of her
His name was Roland and he was from Jamaica. I’m guessing he was about 30. He had deep ochre skin, eyes that were almost black, closely-cropped hair, and was tall, lean and very graceful. At one point in his life he’d been a dancer, but was now a set designer for one of the larger theater companies in Amsterdam. He was just a little bit effeminate, and overtly gay.
I’d come to Europe for the summer between my sophomore and junior years of college. I’d gotten to Amsterdam
I’d been to this Starbucks many times before. It was my home Starbucks. Sure, I’d seen lots of cute girls there. I do live near Hollywood, so attractive girls are by no means rare. I never approached them though. I wouldn’t quite know how. Do you just go up to one and “meow” to let her know the effect her femininity is having? Doesn’t she probably already know? I’m not sure if those questions are rhetorical or just pointless, but I know I’d never
Chapter One
As he had instructed, she was naked and kneeling, near to the foot of the bed. She was facing the headboard so she could not see him enter the room, so she would be vulnerable to him.
She heard the door knob turn and her heart raced. In her mind, she kept repeating to herself what he had told her “Keep your head high, your eyes lowered and do not speak.”
It took every ounce of self-control to not look at him as he walked into the room. She wanted so much to see his face,
It had been a real rough year for my big sister Debra. In the March she had lost her job, then in June our father sadly passed away in his sleep. Then in September she split up from her husband of five years Colin. It had been a pretty rocky marriage at the best of times, I never took to him and always wondered what she saw in the waster. Still my feelings towards him paled in comparison to his family’s towards Debra – they hated her with a passion from the first!
Anyway that was the past
Johanna has been my girlfriend for many years. And in that time, I have come to know all of her family. I want to relate something that happened two months ago. Johanna and I were supposed to take a trip to Manhattan to see her aunt. At the last minute, Johanna was given a special project at work. It would mean that our trip would be delayed by a few days.
Johanna suggested that I take the plane to New York by myself, and she would meet me there in a few days. I argued that I didn’t know
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