Sam

"I go to visit an old friend while at home on Winter break"

My hands are shaking as I drive out to his trailer on the county line. Breathing deeply, telling my inner Casey what a foolish thing I'm doing, but not heeding my own advice. Taking one last deep breath and walking...

All grown up at the trailer parkRunning around having sexMaking out in the darkThis slut has no respect Her tits show in her shirtsShe wiggles her fine assShe wears mini-skirtsThis doll has no class She loves to give blow jobsNear...

Princess Diaries (01): Prologue

"The girls have a sleepover while Ariel’s parents are out of town. Things get hot."

“Washing your breasts feels so nice, Bell. I can see why boys obsess about them,” said Ariel. She gazed at Bell’s hard pink nipples as her hands slipped over the brunette’s soapy breasts. “So much more fun than washing my...

Jezebels and Jades

"Sluts and whores beg you to own them."

 "You are a Sensual Flower in the midst of a transparent bouquet."I will always be your rose; I have been yours forever. you are my enslavement. A smirk on your face, you watch the trampswho primp and prance unashamedly before you. Sluts and whores bounce silicon titsin your face. Jezebels...

Professional Pounding

"A professional athlete uses all his strength and skill to satisfy a voracious slut."

“Alright boys, we’re done.”At last our practice was over. That was the second practice of the day, and we had spent at least half of the time doing running. I took off my cleats and headed for the locker room....

Cock•A•Ditty

"Adult Nursery Rhyme"

Hickory dickery dockI love My Master's cockThe lust I feelWhen he demands I kneelStops my internal clockHickory dickery deeWhile I am on my kneesMy Master takes controlMaking me swallow him wholeAnd now I can truly seeHickory dickery whatI am My...

Vendor Whore

"Fictional and fantasy inspired"

Placed in a not-so-known part of my local town lies a small yet tidy-kept building, which every customer calls, "The Release". It was a Friday evening when I returned to the building by driving my way through the back roads....

Maybe it’s just the air here. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s how you aren’t intimidated easily. Maybe it’s your boyish panache. Maybe it’s the overwhelming power of your confidence Curtained by subtle and deceptive modesty. Maybe it’s the idea of...