Whose wood this is I think I know,His balls are fairly unfamiliar, though;He will not see me through the gloryholeTo watch my strokes make his wood grow.My swollen cunt must find it bold     Unsafe sex has risks untoldBetween his cock and my folds‘Tis the wettest night his schedule holdsHe gives his hirsute balls a shakeTo check if there is some mistake     The only action he has seenIs me wiping his cock cleanWhose wood...

Tera stood back. She didn’t really have a name - not one that humans could pronounce anyway. So she adopted names wherever she went.She usually chose the names of the girls of easy virtue, the harlots, the sluts, the ladies of the night, the porn stars - call them what you will. She felt that they were kindred spirits. After all she was the perennial harlot, the eternal slut, the bottomless cum drinker. She traded sex for...

Norm kissed her tits for the eleventh time. He just couldn’t get enough of her. He had last made love to her a year ago, but here she was, back in the flesh. The year in between he had lost all interest in girls. It was almost as if they were meant to happen.Or so he thought.She was different this time round. The color of her eyes was no longer sea blue. It had a little green mixed in with it. The color of her hair was st...

She was like the cheerleader who gang bangs the entire football team. Only she was never going to be exhausted at the end of her debauchery. This was the one and the only reason she existed. She drew her strength from their semen. Every man who landed his load on her, and grinned, thinking how messy he had made her, had given her additional years to further her sticky existence. Every last ounce of jizz that came anywhere...

It was only a couple of inches flaccid. When it became turgid - it expanded to a good eight incher. It tasted earthier than most cocks I’d tasted in the past. I ran my lips from the head of the cock, down its thick shaft, to where it joined its potent testicles. I nibbled at the ballsac for a minute, savoring the experience, like a gourmet cocksucker. He looked like Samuel L Jackson and Joan Rivers had had a baby who was...

Victoria moves into the dark room, and is informed that her client is going to enter a short while later. She knows what she must do, and works through her usual routine, setting up her oils and ensuring that the temperature of the room is just right, and that her hands are the right temperature, and that she has a beaming smile on her face. Good customer requires plenty of subtle preparation, although one would not know...

I am not sure how I should describe the enclosure. It was my first time, so there were lots of other thoughts swirling in my head. The enclosure had a hexagonal cross section, and its dimensions were such that my buttocks touched one end, while my face touched the other. It was designed like this very purposefully and with great precision. There was one glory hole aperture to each face of the hexagon. My first batch in th...

Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest. Anatole France I slept like a baby that night, after running a good six miles, and doing fifty push ups, fifty stomach crunches and good twenty minute stretching session. Fifty years ain’t that old, but that was enough to knock me out. I got a ton of brown rice and salmon inside me, chased it down with a tiny cup of chocolate ice cream, and then brushed my teeth an...

February bought the painting on a Monday. On Tuesday she wondered whether it was suffering from moisture damage, and made a note to take it back to the painter for tips. On Wednesday she realized that she was dealing with something very, very odd, and held off on a trip to the painter. On Thursday, she started liking what she saw. By Saturday she had big secret that she wouldn’t share with anybody. By Sunday she knew she...

Security and insecurity The serpents Men were the only targets. There were three of them, against the whole male population of the land. They were immune to swords, scimitars, cannonballs, ammunition of all sorts, and they were prescient in battle. They anticipated every attack a minute ahead of time. It was as though they were in tune with the army’s every thought. The Sultan and the Sultana and their battle council were...

Sylvia was one of those women guys like to call MILF. Her hair was a mix of dark red and gray, and she was one of those people who barely wrinkled as they aged. She was absolutely beyond all resistance. Perfectly conical breasts, a figure that was both fit and voluptuous, just enough muscle on her toned arms and legs to make her appear strong without detracting even slightly from her feminine charms, and a derriere that i...

Laura sighed, and looked around her, post orgasm. La petit mort was also la petit renaissance, and post climax everything looks different from the moment before. She distinguished more features in the women who had been pleasuring her, and wondered how many centuries they had been around. The fingers vanished beyond the grill, as their owners observed that they had done their magic. The disembodied voice spoke up again. “...

Khalid sneered. He saw his lieutenant Mustafa inserting his cock into the folds of the red skinned beauty with perfectly formed breasts and thick, curly black hair that fell to her shoulders. She nodded, feigning pleasure on her face, and oohed and aahed more than Mustafa’s wife must have in bed.  Khalid felt he had gotten the best of the lot. She was light skinned, and appeared to be of Teutonic stock. He wondered where...

The clang of steel interrupted the afternoon post prandial stupors of all palace personnel. It was the Sultana training her children in sword fighting. Everyone stayed clear of the practice arena except designated personnel. The only designated personnel were the ancient Zaran, a sword master who had been teaching the royal family for two generations now, and a young lady, Zoya, who was his granddaughter and who was the o...

The whole palace had the smell of myrrh. The myrrh was a decoy, a mask, a facade. It masked a subtle odor that one would not want to associate with such an esteemed part of the desert land. The emperor sat on his throne, leaning forward, trying to pay attention to what his vassals were saying. He didn’t really need to, nor could he hear that well. He had been a powerful man once. He stood several inches over six feet in h...