Syrup Stories

Hello again. In a way, I’m not sure if I should tell this story or not. To be honest, it’s a bit strange. If I don’t explain it correctly, it may sound a bit weird. In fact, even if I do get it right, it may still sound a little weird. Anyway, I’ll give it a go and see how it’s received. I’m sure you’ll let me know one way or the other. For people who have never read any of my stories before, I am a married woman. I have...

Mia buffed the huge wooden cross in the white basement, deltoids aching as she remembered last night’s muffled cries.  The debased satisfaction she knew the clients always felt with Baun.  She’d hated every moment of listening to it, though a part of her always wished the mess she cleaned was messier.   Sighing, she wiped her brow with her forearm.  Took a few steps back, looking at the cross from every angle to make sure...

The light broke through the window illuminating the bedroom. Sara was asleep next to me on her back. Her breasts looked wonderful in the light of the dawn. As my eyes focused, I remembered we had spent the night in Sara’s bedroom. I also remember Sara talking about us “making love” and how she “loved” the feel of my dick inside her. My head was telling me I should stop her and make clear that we were just having sex and l...

A waitress led Randall to his table and seated him in a booth. He stared at her voluptuous ass as she walked away. Her panty lines were visible through her short white skirt. It was a real turn on to him, seeing the shape of her panties. She had dirty-blonde, wavy hair. Her pointy nipples poked through her violet top. The contrast between her small boobs and big butt was lovely. He imagined nibbling on her supple behind w...