"The door swung open, and a petite figure emerged, her long blonde hair peeking out from under the hood of a wet raincoat."
James stirred from his highly erotic dream; some visions blend seamlessly with reality if you’re fortunate enough to wake up in a city as enchanted as Amsterdam with its quirky architecture and distinctive reddish-brown brick houses that line the crowded...
"Want me to go down on you?"
I sipped my whiskey, feeling the amber liquid burn its way down my throat as I scanned the Amsterdam club. The sign above the entrance read "Nyx" in bold letters, and the crowd inside lived up to its promise of...
"Porn cinema, big cocks, shemale and a sex club."
Finished with work, on a two-day break I woke early that morning to plan my activities. Mulling over options I decided the first port of call should be the Bulldog coffee shop in the red-light district to buy some weed....
"A trip to Amsterdam makes an online relationship very real."
As usual, the message from Jess went straight to my cock, they always do, even when she only wants to tell me about her new car. She is that kind of woman.This one was simple, “work wants me to fly...
"At the threshold of pain."
There was a pitcher full of the juice of freshly squeezed blood oranges. There was yoghurt, imported directly from Greece and a bowl of fresh raspberries - still wet with dew. Cherries, shiny brightly in a bowl of crushed ice....
"The photo shoot begins"
Have you ever had palpitations? When you truly believe that your heart is about to jump right out of your chest? I put my hand on my left breast and felt the thumping behind my ribs. All Zoe had done...
"The agony begins..."
The sky, of which there is rather a lot in Cambridge, was the colour of lead. From horizon to horizon an unrelenting solid coffin-lid of cloud covered my little world. No more the vivid world of Amsterdam, fizzing with light...
"When the boys’ trip to Amsterdam came up... Well who could say no?"
It’d been six months of happy masturbation. Since my return home I still hadn’t gotten any closer to pussy than the wank mags at work. So when the boys’ trip to Amsterdam came up, I decided to give the other...
"Enjoying Amsterdam more with my husband."
As we left the bar I could feel my pussy juices running down my inner thighs. I was walking fairly fast as I was desperate to get Tom, my husband, back to our hotel room. I needed to cum again and soon. Tom had his...