I honestly don’t know why I’m making this confession. Is it a confession if you don’t feel bad about what you’re doing? I love what I do, and the men love it too…well they love a particular part of it. What is the saying? A fool and his money shall soon depart. That’s my motto and luckily for me, there are lots of fools out there. I knew that he was my mark from the moment that I saw him. He had the cocky attitude that I...
Understanding hands upon my flesh ignite a fire long forgotten Searing kisses melt my icy heart Eyes pierce into the darkness that I’ve bathed myself in Hypnotized by its warm light Unable to hide from his prying member He enters my warped place of ecstasy Long strokes coaxing confessions Secrets spilling from two sets of lips Withdraws pulling on my heartstrings Reconnecting what was severed Deep plunges open the floodga...
Day 4- 2:30PM Cameron had been tied to the chair by Josie for almost an hour, and his body felt like it was on fire. He wasn’t sure what hurt the most, his clamped nipples, his wrists that were tied together behind the chair, his ankles tied to the wooden legs, the rubber bands around his exposed cock, or his pride. He thought Josie was kidding when she told him to strip naked, but she clearly wasn’t. He figured that he w...
Day 2 - 6:30 A.M Josie’s cheeks flushed as she thought about the scene that she witnessed last night. Watching Cameron fuck her mom like a wild animal pissed her off and aroused her at the same time. She woke up wet, and it annoyed the hell out of her because she had Cameron on the brain. She sighed as her hand absentmindedly dipped inside of her cotton panties. She shouldn’t think about him that way because he was a pig,...
Day 1 12:16 P.M Cameron pushed deeper into Kristen’s taut asshole. He loved bringing her to his home for a quick romp every time the opportunity arose. Fucking his personal assistants was something that he had done for most of his career as a lawyer. He changed them every year because he loved the variety. Some have been known to stick around for two years, and that’s only because they were actually good at their job. Thi...
I feel like such a fucking idiot walking down an alley at two in the morning. Granted, I’m in the affluent suburbs and crime hardly ever happens here. But what if my neighbors look out of their windows and see me in my black spandex mini dress, fishnets, and red fuck me heels? They will probably call the cops on the hooker in their alley. I wanted this fantasy, and Rob was all too eager to give it to me. It’s every woman’...
