I’ve told you how BBW (aka. Beatrice, aka. Bibs,) entered my life, bringing with her joy and happiness, and lots and lots of sex. Well, the winter came in and I felt that we need some respite from the biting cold of Chicago, so I have shut down my business for a month of a
I am a 42 year old lady who has recently gotten into the K9 scene. It had been a fantasy of mine for several years but only lately that my husband, Tommy decided and I decided I needed a dog for me. I am an overweight person who loves sex just as well as the
“Hey mom! I’m home.” Alex the shortish brown haired, green-eyed girl called as she dropped her school bag at the kitchen door. “Mom?” She called again. “She’s not here.” A strange voice said from behind her. Alex jumped back from the stranger. “Who are you?” She demanded. The woman she was confronted with simply smiled.
I have for some time been writing about a relationship with my partners, 76 year old, Aunty Jean and her daughter Jane. I feel it is time to commit to paper how my attraction for much older women started some 31 years ago when I was 19. Like a lot of young men of that
She was standing nude in front of the full length mirror when I entered the bedroom. I stopped and admired the view, both rear and front, as reflected in the mirror. Her eyes met mine in the mirror. Kay is petite at five foot tall and less than 110 pounds. She is not skinny, a
his story was written as an extreme adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. Simka walks in the house, glad to be home, glad to be alone at home. “I think I am going to go sit in the hot tub for a while and just relax, especially since
Sue twisted strands of her shoulder length brunette hair around and around her finger as she talked on the phone. “A movie and then something to eat? That sounds nice Jim.” She listened for a second and then said, “Cool, I’ll see you at six-thirty then.” Sue hung up the phone and then fell back
The chairs were easy. Tony had them done by Saturday. He could strip pieces for his customers and enjoy the work, but stripping something for Jodi was a major turn on. His cock stayed hard the whole time he was working on the chairs. His mind painted pictures of Jodi and her lover doing every
I woke up Sunday morning with a hand full of hard wet cock. It was frustrating because it was only my cock. I was tired of the women who thought their shit didn’t stink. I had been out the night before with my construction worker friends pissing and moaning about needing more excitement at our
Dog, camera, action! Her cunt was stretched beyond any limit it had been before. The dog’s knot had at last been pushed into her, past her tight lips and beyond the muscle of her opening. The slightest movement of either her or the dog sent new waves of pleasurable thrill through her system and made
Warning, extreme story, but only fiction. “Up,” said my Master, coldly. He was obviously very angry with me. This was never good. He dragged me by the dog collar around my neck from the small closet that passed for my bedroom. “You will be punished,” he continued, “for your behavior last evening.” Last evening, I
For Addie, it all began simply enough–a comment overheard when her grandson Jimmy and his friend Joey were staying over at her house three years earlier. They had come to San Francisco to see a rock concert, but stayed at her house the night before; going upstairs to check on them, Addie blushed when she
Normally, I’m a very jealous man, so the events of the last couple of months leave me puzzled. Excited and angry, but also puzzled. I’ve lost girlfriends because of my jealousy. I had it under enough control to ask Wendy to marry me, even though I knew she’d had a previous lover. She told me
“It’s your wife,” my secretary said. “Thanks,” I’ll take it in my office. I sat down at my desk and picked up the phone. “Hello, Beautiful.” I said with a smile. “Hello!” came my wife’s sweet voice. “Guess what! Today’s the day!” “Really?” I said with some excitement. “So your sure now?” “You bet!” she
It was an ordinary Saturday afternoon. This was the day my son and I did all of our laundry. We were usually sitting around in our underwear or an old t-shirt while all our clothes were in the wash. My son Alex and I were all that was left of our family. His father had