Freema opened her dorm door, naked and smiling. Tenting hard, I pushed past. “Finally! Fuck babe!” She locked and laughed, “It's Saturday night; no one's here.” I gasped - she was staggeringly hot, wearing nipple clamps and chain. We crush kissed, remembering our office fuck when I had come so hard as she rode me, pulling our tortured tips repeatedly! I reveled in the pain, wanting more! I fell to my knees, mouth devourin...

The next Sunday morning, I went through the usual routine of going to Mass and then having lunch with my family. I wished I could call Gina for some encouragement to calm my nerves a bit, but I knew neither of us would have the privacy to talk about what was on our minds. After eating, I told my family that I was going to meet Gina and Jenny, although I didn’t say that they’d be right on the street in front of my building...

Sunday was a slow start for the both of us. It wasn’t until morning that Cheryl really felt how much wine she’d had the night before, and I had been tossing and turning through the night, my mind racing. I’d wake convinced I’d forgotten something, and I’d reach down to make sure that I wasn’t sleeping with a ribbon tied around me or with a plug still buried in my ass. After a late breakfast, we sat around for a while talk...

In the bustle surrounding my return to college for sophomore year, I didn’t have much time to think about my introduction to gay sex during a weekend at the lake with my best friend. Not that it ever left my mind completely; sucking my first cock was not the sort of thing I could easily forget. Looking back on it now, years later, I still can’t get over how willingly I did it. Before that weekend, I’d considered myself to...

Casting aside the typewriter, I curse my writer’s block. Give up, write another story. Love scenes are too difficult. I lay back in flowers and close my eyes against the bright sunlight.  “I need a Muse.” A shadow blocks the rays. My eyes snap open. A beautiful woman stands over me stripping off her dress. I’m transfixed by her white breasts, rosy nipples, and soft curls between her legs. She straddles me. Without words a...

I sleep heavily through the night, not even stirring when you carry me to our bed. I only begin to rouse the next morning around nine o’clock.  I wake then from the feel of your checking my diaper.  I groan awake and turn to you. “Daddy, thank you so much for yesterday. It was the bestest day.” You smile at me and my talking childishly to you. “Well sweetie, I think today we need to get your hair cut, so I learn how to do...

It's been nine months since visiting "The Brickyard" and I was nervous all over again. I was now the ripe old age of seventeen and my measurements were 39D - 19 - 32. I still have a hard little butt, big nipples and cunt lips that were swollen with excitement. I wore the same denim dress that opens like a robe. It's low cut showing some serious cleavage and had an above mid-thigh hem. I had on just the dress and a pair of...

…..A king? A completely, utterly, absolutely, entirely useless king! Holy shit was I in for it now! The king was a nice card but of absolutely no use to me whatever. Patrick’s straight was good enough, and my hope of waving a full house in his face was dashed. Patrick, of course, was grinning like an idiot. “Oh, girl,” he said, “I’m afraid it’s time for a little payback.” I had no reason to doubt that assessment. Well….....