Subject: Re: Skull and Crossbones Photos Message: Sent: 12 Aug 2018 The photos of you in the skull and crossbones stockings are so hot, Amy. The standing one covering your breasts drives me crazy. Your legs are so skinny and I can just imagine them wrapped around my waist as I drive my cock into that bare little pussy of yours. I'd fuck you really well and treat you exactly like the bad girl you want to be. Sent: 16 Aug 2...
Sent: 08 Aug 2018 Love the photograph of you gazing out over the Las Vegas Strip Amy. Very sexy! Sent: 08 Aug 2018 Thank you! Yes, that was definitely a memorable evening :) Sent: 08 Aug 2018 Had I known you were in my hometown I could have certainly added to your memories. Sent: 08 Aug 2018 I'm intrigued. Tell me more... What exactly might I have missed out on? Sent: 08 Aug 2018 A fantastic night for sure. I can gat...
I was in my early twenties and dated an 18 year old white girl named Katie. She was a freaky petite white girl that lived with her grandma whom she called “nanna”. Katie and I used to fuck like rabbits. It didn’t matter if we were at my place, a friend’s place, or her grandmas. We fucked everywhere every chance we could get. A few times while fucking at her grandmas house when we thought we were alone her grandma caught u...
That evening, Emily was in the bedroom looking for some clean knickers when her phone warbled unexpectedly. - thinking of you princess - Oh fuck. It was a text from her lover. She’d told him not to message her when her husband was likely to be home. And Justin was only next door in the bathroom. Double fuck; the phone sang out again. Emily quickly turned it to silent, as a picture popped up on the screen. It was Andrew’s...
The picture arrived on my phone with her accompanying message: This one? I tapped, made it full screen. Gasped involuntarily. The deep blue off-the-shoulder dress brought out the same colour in her eyes, dark tresses cascading forward into the lens, backlit by the changing room bulb. Hell yes, I typed. You don't think it's too short? Nothing is too short on you. Shoosh, you. Can't upstage the bride. Throwing the tennis ba...
I frowned at the dressing room mirror. The skirt I was trying on was cute, but I couldn’t tell if it was too short or just short enough. I snapped several photos to send to my friend for her opinion. Unfortunately, I wasn’t really paying attention and accidentally sent them to the last person I was texting, a cute guy I’d met at the gym yesterday. Shit! I frantically sent him another message: “omg wrong number sorry!!!” I...
Kelly and I met through an adult dating site. We chatted through the site then texts and emails. We couldn’t seem to arrange a personal meeting. She had a family reunion to go out of town and for personal other family-related matters. Then I had to go out of town to deal with a family matter. As it turns out to the same city, but she was already home when I arrived. Through our chats and texts we grew to know each other a...
Technically, Ryan wasn’t a co-worker. We just worked for the same company in the same building on the same floor. All of the women in the office talked about him and how good looking he was and I obviously agreed, though I never thought that flashing a smile here and there or having quick coquettish conversations would lead to anything. Eventually, though, he asked me to lunch and we got along so famously that I agreed to...
Her: Hey babe!My phone vibrated noisily with the incoming message. The colleague who was standing at the front of the room shot me a glare but quickly got back to his presentation. I hurried to switch the phone to mute and debated putting it down, face-down on my folder just to make a point.But then, the presentation was so very, very boring and that particular colleague was a bit of an ass.So I opened the messenger.My gi...
The cell phone sounds off loudly, making me press down on the volume buttons. My head snaps up, my eyes shift from left to right as the receptionist across from me looks at me curiously. I give her a soft smile before looking back at my phone. My smile becomes a genuine, all-out grin as I see his name. DarkPrince: And how is your day today, beautiful? Looking back up, my eyes target the receptionist as she types away on h...
Eva had needed a few days to recover from her visit to her master's house. She had left with apprehension about being a submissive and this new world was a challenge both physically and psychologically. Why did he need to own every part of her body? She had given clear boundaries and yet he pushed her to accept violations she had never agreed to but she had found obedience and acceptance of her depleted authority to be th...
When I'm on vacation I really love to jerk which beats sitting down or standing up at work. I take off all my clothes and lay down on my bed spreading baby oil over my cock head. Stroking up and down a banana in my ass pushing in and out smooth and slow and fast. Before an audience or sexting on the phone for hours and hours I leak when I'm in the zone. I won't waste a drop when it's time to cum. Spinning like a t...
My wife and I were a little concerned when a single guy in his early twenties moved into the other half of our two unit townhouse. The previous occupant had been an older woman whom we barely saw, and we didn't know if we would have to endure hearing loud parties every night through the thin walls. As it turned out though, Josh ended up being an ideal neighbor. He was a soft-spoken young professional and was very easy to...
Prologue I came to be in a simple moment of insanity. On a website that called to my usually very reasonable half to be something more, somebody that others could never believe she could be. Spontaneous, bold, flirty, sexy, beautiful, desired, all in all a woman confident in her sexuality. I was instantly popular with lots a chatters and started a steady social network with many men. I was coy and secretive, sweet and att...
"Shit!" Taylor swore. A panicked look spread across his face as he came to a stop in the middle of campus and patted down the pockets of his jacket and pants. "What is it?" Craig asked. "My phone," Taylor answered. "It's not here. "Did you leave it in your classroom?" "Yeah, probably," Taylor responded to his colleague. "Listen, man, why don't you go ahead to the faculty meeting? Let them know I'm running a few minutes be...
