"A whore that knows what she’s doing"
Anatoly leaned in, grinning over a mug of frothy ale. “Come on, mate. I know you’ve never done this before,” he rasped, his voice coarse and breath reeking of stale beer. “It’s been, what, three weeks since we got back...
"Margaret contemplates Franklin’s business proposal"
After Franklin left late that Saturday afternoon, I decided a relaxing bubble bath would be just what my abused body needed. His gargantuan sex tool, along with the enormous size of his body, left me more than a little sore....
"I wanted it and he delivered."
Paul ended the call with a “I’ll be back in town late afternoon tomorrow. Roast chicken would be good.” No “I love you” or even “I miss you.” Was I now simply the good reverend’s cook?Some background:We met eleven years...
"After a mysterious Virus outbreak Dr.Veronica Miles is recruited by the US Government but an incident in the lab turns her from loving wife to black cock whore ."
They say opposites attract, and I also believed that when I met my husband, Wesley. My name is Veronica Miles. I have always been strong-willed and independent. I have always known what I wanted and followed my goal to the...
"Mandy learns her place"
I'm not sure what time I woke up the next morning, but my head was killing me and my bladder was ready to explode as I stumbled into the bathroom to pee. I just wanted to let my cock hang...
"Allie introduces Dani to their lifestyle"
Rosy's relieved to see Jill sound asleep Monday morning after a night of tossing and turning. Carla's been up a while, and has coffee ready in the kitchen. After their usual morning flirts and kisses, they sit back with their...
"Emma's - and your own - patient wait for sex comes to an end!"
Tuesday, 10am My mood is even more terrible when I wake up. Now I’m not just frustrated, I’m tired too. My first response to the morning is to frown and sigh. The Colin Firth-lookalike rouses us again, pulling back the...
"Emma meets a dear male friend for an awkward conversation. But an intriguing one too..."
Wednesday, 10.10pm I’ve got shaky hands again. Clammy palms too. But this time it’s not rage. I’m quivering somewhere between nerves and anticipation. Part of me wants to run away and hide in a bathroom. That part of me is...