I met him online perhaps three months ago…it wasn’t long after our first chat that we decided to make it official. I was to be his slave. The allure of pleasing his cock at will was more of a turn on than I had anticipated, and have thus far thoroughly enjoyed every session we have
“Are you ready for your last test now pet?” David tilts her chin up on his fingertips, looking into her eyes. The blue eyes lift to his as he looks down, and she swallows nervously, but nods, willing to do anything for him, though she has no idea what he is about to ask of
“He’s getting close, Natalie, do you want the honors or can I start.” Natalie perked up, out of her sexual tease and walked around the back of the gurney. “I found him, I want to be the first. You go hold his face, it’s my turn to see his expression in the mirror.” As her
Mark if you want my firm to review it I can arrange it. It’s real estate not International law. Yes, but my firm handles all kinds of contracts, lawsuits, criminal, and real estate. WOW..I didn’t think your firm did it all. Sure, an extra pair eyes would be great if you can help me? Sure,
I’m 27 years old, born and raised in the great white North, with a Lebanese background and heritage. My husband and I have been married for about a year. Over the course of our marriage, I got extremely close with his friends, five guys who all took turns pounding me behind my husband’s back, sometimes
12 months down the line I think it is time that put pen to paper (metaphorically) and make public the events that have had such a profound effect on my life. Firstly, let me tell you the background. I am a 52-year-old housewife Jayashree a professor in college, married . My husband has been, well,
“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
Jenn Dyson slammed her apartment door shut, purse in hand. After fishing through her purse to make sure she had her keys, she went over to the elevator and pressed the down button, ready to walk into the neighborhood bar to drown a week’s worth of troubles. When the elevator door opened, she felt the
I’m exhausted. I came to save the Amazon and it’s killing me. Our whole team has been wiped out. I never thought Jane Wilson-Davidson would succumb, but she died yesterday. Sweat is pouring off me, as if I’m melting in the heat. I can feel my chest heaving, as if it’s going to explode or
He woke up with wood. The first sound that he heard was the sound of rain falling, and the sound of it must have triggered something inside him, a need he had. When he opened his eyes he looked down at himself, feeling the pressure of his need, and he saw his erection as he
I pulled up to the curb just as Jenny unlocked her apartment. She waited for me at the door. She was smiling. At me. “I don’t know what you see in me?” “Don’t worry about it, Kenny. Just get here and fuck me.” Two shakes of a lamb’s tail later, our clothes were scattered over
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING! *squick!* “You have reached the phone of Mary Smithson. I’m sorry I’m not at home at the moment, but if you care to leave a message please speak after the tone. Love you.” BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. “Hi honey, it’s me, Don. I’m sorry but I gotta tell you… I just fucked your daughter. “Now, don’t
“…and then the filtered signal goes to its ADSR envelope and then to its output.” Jenn was showing me her analog synthesizer design, carefully mapped out on a giant sheet of butcher paper, swiped from the art room. “And you have to use a separate mixer to get the final signal but that’s okay since
I came home one afternoon, put away my keys, removed my shoes as usual and called out to the wife, honey…. I’m home… We’re back here in the pool, a shout came back. Wondering who is WE, i made my way to the backyard. I opened the kitchen doors and entered standing on the deck
It sounded like a good weekend getaway. Brandi’s parents were going out of town, and they needed someone to watch the dogs. They had a house in the mountains. We got there early Friday afternoon. Her parents left, and we had the place to ourselves. It had been in the high 20’s, and about 4pm,