There is nothing I hate more than routine! Commuting to a job offers more than an abundance of it! On this particular cold, autumn day, it was anything but routine. I was late to my train due to a lack of parking spots. I was running for the train when I saw the only other
IMPORTANT: All inequality, such as sexism, racism or the concept of slavery, is deplorable. This is simply a way of safely exploring those things which one inexplicably finds themselves turned on by. PLEASE leave a comment if this turned you on or if you have any feedback. This story is set in a universe just
Sarah and I have been invited to a swingers party. Seven other couples around our age, the email explained. Dress to impress. The expectation is for every couple to entertain the other couples, then play it by ear. The pass mark for the men is seven and a half inches, please email your pic with
Disclaimer: This story contains involuntary castration. Please do not read if you are not interested. The story presented here is purely fictional, any such behavior in real life is completely fucked up. I was still in high school when my dad remarried a woman who had a daughter, Rachel. She was my age and it
“Would you like to share a young girl with me this Friday night honey?,” my lady Veronica asked me on the Tuesday night while I had her close to her second orgasm with her ass supported in my hands as I teased her cunt lips my tongue. “Tell me more,” I managed to mutter. “I
You asked for more guys, so here you go! It had been a week since Jennifer and I had our little fling. I was driving down the road, windows down letting the wind sling my hair around and thinking. I was still confused about why I had reacted the way I had to Jennifer. She
Continuation of My Weekend Home Alone 10 minutes had passed, and my doorbell rang. Racing to the door, I fixed up my hair real quick and let Candy in. “Hey, girl! You look nice..” she greeted. Replying with a soft smile, I gave her a hug, making it my business to rub my erect nipples
The four of us got out of the black cab on Wardour Street and let Jay lead the way. I had a feeling that I knew where she was leading us and was soon proved right when we arrived at the red door of Kenny’s, the gloryhole and sex cinema venue of our visit the
Heroic Roman Legion officer is rewarded with several pretty slaves. – – – This story has a few sex scenes but is a historical drama, not wank material. – Caledonia (Northern England), 205 CE My name is Titus Cenius Argentus, but Titus is a common name. Everyone calls me “Cenius”. Before our wedding, my wife
“Olivia, we’re home!” I heard my twin brother Paul yell after walking through the front door of our house. I heard some rustling and suitcases rolling in while I did yoga in our living room. Paul left earlier to pick up his best friend from the airport who was coming here to stay with us