Erotica: Walk Towards The Ocean
Walk towards the ocean, down the old cow path there is a swimming hole and waterfall was the last line of the instructions he had sent. I...
Walk towards the ocean, down the old cow path there is a swimming hole and waterfall was the last line of the instructions he had sent. I...
I had plans with the girls, my girls. Dinner and some dancing. I know you wanted me to stay and play, but these plans were made ages ago....
Three perfect freckles in the center of her foot, just above the strap which held her toes into the strappy sandal. Two leather straps...
I have exceptional tits. The kink website had provided them a constant stream of adulation and praise. New virtual friends and discussion...
This was the best part — the first session. Mark was a 30 something once upon a time hockey guy with a love for satin and lace. I wore a...
The adrenaline made her heart pound in her ears. Aroused and scared, she fought the urge to call red, she closed her eyes and worked to...
Sissifying a hard body was more than fun. It made me happy. I loved turning my fit fantasy men into sissies on the down-low. On the hotel...
He thumbed through the handwritten pages. Colorful descriptions and dry accounts of their play intermingled with some reflections of her...
On the bed were her matching lace bra and panty set and the green velvet dress. Its scoop neck accentuated her cleavage, and it was snug...
He sat watching, wondering why they were moving around so much. They were shifting and bouncing around in their chairs like water hopping...
The shower stopped running. “What the hell was that? What are you, and what have you done with my husband?”
How did it start? The mood at the dinner party had been so light and fun. She watched him take off the tie and undo his top button.
She loved being his. When they were together, she was his focus. Her mind wandered to the sound of his voice, commanding, but caring.
He’s back in town. So many hate the rotation.Then the message- “Can I see you?"