When I first met Dave, I was about 21 and he was probably going on 43, though you still couldn't tell. He carries himself with youthful vigour. He asked me my name, and immediately knew who my dad was. "Tonto", they called him. It seems that everyone I have met that knew my dad knew that name, and felt it necessary to tell me a few wild stories. I have grown impartial to the stories. I think Dave could tell, because he only bothered to tell me one. I was working with my common-law husband, drywalling, and at the time Dave was running his dad's company cleaning out basements and shit for insurance jobs (after floods and that kind of thing). Every morning, the c-l and I would drop our daughter off at daycare, drive to Dave's, and have a cup of coffee. He drank his coffee like tar, I swear you could nearly stand a spoon up in it. Maybe that's where he got all the hair from, fuck he was a man beast, and it made me crazy. He likely noticed my eyeing him up over coffee, sitting next to c-l. I would fiddle with my spoon, bite on it, make "eyes" and grin at him while he told his stories, and often let my eyes wander over him.
Tag: G-spot
Ivy pt. 2. .. working on conclusion or “more”. Maybe even a part 3. Open to ideas/suggestions.
written in collaboration with my69shawn Thanks for the help, I have never collaborated in this manner before, and found it super fun. Finished writing without you, hope you like what you see! **YOU CAN READ PART 1 HERE
Cheers!
He awoke on the cold, damp cement floor, head pounding. He rolled over, vision unclear. As he blinked, it became clear that he was still in Ivy's now vacant lair. The cage that held the young woman captive was lying in a corner, twisted from impact… the girl was laying nearby, clearly unconscious. He slowly picked himself up off the floor, to his knees then his feet, surveying his surroundings carefully. He spotted his pile of clothing, armor, shuffled over and collected them in one exhausted reach. He straightened out, put on the basics and approached the sprawled out girl. As he got closer he could see the rise and fall of her chest. She wasn’t dead. He scanned her body for any indication of broken bones, and when he cleared her of any remarkable bruises, he picked her up, draped her over his shoulder and left without a word. He walked briskly out of the building and into the Batmobile, making certain to be unseen.
Putting on a Show [Gang bang, exhibition, f/f, MMMf, toys, a little pain, extreme]
This story is fiction, and is dedicated to a friend. ;)
My best friend Stephanie and I decided to have a "slut night". We were both crazy and kinky, but we never got to really play out our fantasies. We decided to go down to a high-price strip club and have a bit of fun. We dressed each other, each in revealing dresses.
Stephanie is a gorgeous redhead with serious curves. 34DD breasts, a small waist, and a bubble butt. Her green eyes and creamy milky skin are gorgeous! I am tall, with an athletic hourglass figure. She packed her curves into a teeny red dress that barely covers her tits.
Long brown hair tumbles down to my waist, falling past 30E breasts, a 23" waist, and 35" hips. I've got big brown "doe eyes" and an innocent face. My skin has a pretty glowing tan, showing my Native American heritage. I put on a slinky black number that barely covers my ass, and sexy black leather thigh-high boots.
The Farm Pt. 5 [ff] [oral]
Lucy was in high demand. She wasn't quite sure what it was about her, but there was never a lull in business for her. Mark now treated her with respect rather than snickering at what she said, or forcefully pushing her around hallways. Though Clark had always treated Lucy respectfully, he now doted on her to clients right in front of her. If a man was leaving the Farm after a session with another girl, Clark would waste no time introducing them and suggesting her – though she was a higher rate.
Every client was different. Each man came with something specific in mind, and no one seemed to see Lucy. They were either fucking their third grade teacher, punishing their mother-in-law, or having a sensual night with their deceased wife. Every man had a life separate from the Farm, but somehow Clark knew every detail, which meant that in turn, so did Lucy.
"Tonight will be different," Darla said, pinning back a portion of Lucy's hair to show off her eyes. "Have you gotten your script?"
Lucy glances down at the slip of paper in her hand. "It just says no dialogue and 'get to the point'?"
The Farm, Pt. 2 [mf] [fingering]
Ali dropped Lucy off at her apartment just off campus. Neither girl had spoken much on the ride home, but Ali had handed her an envelope as she was getting out of the car.
"Do you need a ride tomorrow?"
Lucy hugged her arms around her chest, guarding off the bitter cold. "Yeah, I don't have a car…"
That evening Lucy passed by her roommate on the couch and went straight for the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes and let them fall to the tile. For a long time, Lucy stared at her reflection until the steam filled the small room and fogged the mirror.
Under the hot water, Lucy scrubbed her body clean and thought back on her trial.
"Action!" Mark had shouted, walking off the set.
Immediately, James stalked forward towards Lucy's bare body, and took her by her shoulders. He was so much larger than her, in height and muscle, and he was able to effortlessly toss her onto the sheets and pillows. When she hit the floor, Lucy's breath was knocked out of her which made the men off-set chuckle.
Sexy Strangers [feedback][short story][MMF][cuckold]
The rest of the story can be found here. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
VI. SHY NO MORE
As Brian is kissing her neck, Isabel is overcome with tremendous feelings of desire and nervousness. I can't believe this is happening. These guys are both about to have their way with me, and Jon is going to be there watching the whole time. Her body shook at the thought. She felt Marc exploring her thighs, slipping his fingers between her dress and her skin. He slowly slid it up over her body, and she instinctively put her arms up so that he could get it off. Wearing nothing but her tiny black thong, she felt suddenly exposed. But she resisted the urge to cover her breasts with her hands, and instead used those hands to pull Brian's face to her own and kiss him. This is it. Now, it's time to let go.
She rubbed Brian's dick again through his pants as they kissed. This thing is huge. I want to taste it so bad. Probably sensing her urgency, Brian placed a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to sit down. Marc got off the bed and stood at Brian's side.
A little late, but my Halloween story. [mf] [oral] [piv]
Halloween is my favorite Holliday and this year, I made it extra special. I love dressing up, putting on the makeup and feeling very child-like again. I'm usually a pretty bland, skinny jeans and Vans type of chick, but Halloween brought out a totally different side of me.
I spent all of October going to different costume stores, trying things on, messing around with new hairstyles and everything else. I wanted to be 70 different things at once! I was indecisive and impatient. It was finally the 31st and I still wasn't in possession of an outfit. I needed a second opinion. I knew that I wanted something small, girly and temping. I had a small party to attend tonight and of course, I wanted to be the center of attention. But of course, it'll be all looking and no touching for anybody but Iann. He'd be the one with me on his arm all night, so he should approve of what I wear. Of course, that wouldn't be much.
Female friend asked for details about what I was going to do to her
"As I teased her, gently tracing her panty line through her jeans. As I moved to slide my hand inside, she allows me, breathing deeply, her lips twitching. Making a "V" with my fingers I massage the outside of her pussy, stopping and sliding slowly back up again when the base of my fingers have reach her clit, pausing to briefly press and grind against it. As her soft moans become short gasps, begging soundlessly for more, I begin to explore. This being a new pussy, one of have yet to discover, I take my time. My two fingers together, gently moving down, finding her clit, testing with a gentle circular rub to make sure it is indeed her clit, then continuing down, slowly with pressure to ensure that when I come across her wet tight swollen hole my fingers will enter as this is the only way I know to actually find myself inside the proper hole, and not her anus."
That time I never wanted to stop. Part Three: The night that didn’t end
It was hot and we were sticky. The air conditioning and exposed brickwork was doing nothing to cool our bodies in those moments. The shower was all encompassing and inviting, with the dull red tiles rippling in as the water streamed down them. I was behind her, holding her arms tight to her sides with my grip on her wrists. My teeth and lips were being purposeful about her neck and lobes, and the very nature of having her at my whim was casually bringing my cock back to the start. I took a moment to gather her hands behind her back with one of mine, and pressed firmly, forcing her to nestle the side of her cheek to the fresh tiling. And now, with the water beading and running from the small of her back, I teased into her warm pussy; short, shallow thrusts followed by a deep one, nice and slow.
I’m a complete tease at heart. If I could do it all day I probably would; I was torn between reeling myself back in after our initial lust and at the same time just wanting to fuck for every minute of the night. I pulled out and spun her round, drawing her in close to feel her breasts up against my chest. We kissed under the drenching. I allowed her to touch and play with what she wanted.
The Master of Castle Oscarshall – Intro & Part 1 [mf] [bdsm]
Introduction: The wheels of the cab rolled along the dusty roads winding through the trees. The evergreen forests of the Norwegian were fullest and brightest in the Summer time, and June first had just arrived. Sabrina should have felt more excited – after all, she has just been awarded a fellowship to do her Master's thesis research abroad in Norway – and yet something was amiss. She couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was because Jean's grandparents were Norwegian immigrants to the United States. But, shit, why should she care to think about Jean, anyway. When she decided to go to the University of Warwick in the U.K., Jean just couldn't handle it. She couldn't totally blame him for wanting to take his offer at Cal Poly, but Sabrina hadn't wanted their relationship to fall to pieces over it. And yet, that's just what their careers had done. Almost two years ago, Jean told Sabrina if he had to bear the pain of being apart from her for years, he'd rather not be reminded by phone and video day in and day out. What an asshole.