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I like it when Mistress is petting me on the head and with obvious love in her voice she tells me I am such an amazing pet. I love her elegance, her grace and poise in the way she talks to me always knowing the right nuances and where to push and how hard with either words or doings. I am now so excited because this beautiful elegant and fully dressed woman is gently patting my head and buttocks and I can see her smile which means she is happy with me. I have learned to read her moods and I have been trained oh so well to make her happy with me. When she smiles at me I am happy. I get lost in her green eyes and when her lips are showing that smile that is just for me, I could turn on my back and lift my limbs in the air and beg for a caress like a good doggie. Now with an elegant wave of her hand i am made to mount a table before her, on which i am sitting on all fours. It is a big table all shiny and made of wood and i feel my knees shake gently as i am mounting it and sitting there on all fours, exposed. I am naked except for my collar and the soft pink socks and nice kid gloves, pink too, in my hands. I feel goose bumps as Mistress turns around the table, letting her hand trail on my flanks, gently petting my buttocks. Her hands are warm on my soft slightly cold skin and I am shuddering when she softly puts her hand between my legs, gently touching the inside of my thighs. I lift my head and close my eyes for it is such an intimate and possessive caress that only after I hear the low growl of pleasure I realize it is me who is doing it. I immediately spread my legs wider, sliding them on the shiny tabletop. I arch my back and my flanks are tight and I am so exposed and I feel so frail and exposed on this tabletop with only Mistress to see. Also I am dying of shame, some vestige of maleness or pride or something else makes me aware of how humiliating I must appear, but also I am made aware by my shudders of the intense pleasure I feel being here naked and exposed before Mistress. This is not anymore how it was before, that feeling of fencing with Mistress's mind, try to outguess her. Those beginnings, those heady times when like a patient sculptor she would chisel away at me, chipping away to remake me in the image she wanted in more ways than one. I would get these feelings of excitement then too but it would be because she would show her possession over me bit by bit and it was so exciting because even if I could see her doing it, I was transfixed by how she would manipulate me, sometimes just a snowflake away from making me run away from her in fear of losing my mind. It was exquisite and oh so exquisitely exciting. Now I feel the back of her hand touch my soft penis, lifting it towards my tummy going back and forth, and her soft sigh of pleasure is killing me, making me squirm and move gently against her hand making me intensely aware of my lack of balls. My small sac gone, clipped away, I am now remade in her image. I almost whimper with pleasure when she exclaims with obvious pleasure, ?Oh my beautiful one'. The degree of possesivenes in her voice and the satisfaction are making me melt. I am arching my back more, thrusting my back more towards her and I let my cheek rest against the hard wood of the table. She lets one finger slowly ease into me. I can only surmise she is happy and I am riding on a high of pleasure from knowing it, so I moan gently, feeling the soft familiar pressure of her finger enter me, spreading me open, penetrating me. I cannot help myself and moan harder yet, still not turning my head, looking before me, but my eyes are closed and my mouth is open my tongue licking my lips. All this is done by her with soft measured moves, like it was rehearsed, her grace never leaving her a moment and I feel like a butterfly who is pinned and he cannot escape sliding deeper and deeper into a dream I cannot escape and I am not sure anymore I want to. It feels like magic and I live for moments like this when I am so intensely Her sissy pet. I imagine the sun warming my arched flanks, making them glisten with sweat and I am looking at myself in the mirror and I am moving slowly against her finger, not wanting this moment to stop, this moment created from us, sharing something so intimate. My eyes are heavy and almost closed but I am fascinated by the portion of my flanks that I see in the mirror, almost like an independent part of me. My eyes go up and my eyes met hers in the mirror and it stops me, because I can feel her eyes were watching me since we started, measuring me, gauging me, seeing how I react and also enjoying me. A small laugh escapes Her, and I am almost swooning because I know she realized what is passing through my mind. What this implies about Her control of me makes me weak with desire. She comes in front of me, her hand still on my shoulder, lifting my head and looking into my eyes gently. I feel like melting. She keeps smiling as she passes a finger over my lipsticked lips. I am opening my mouth taking her finger in, sucking it slowly, looking at her to see if I have done good. She smiles at me indulgently and I blush and I cannot keep myself from wiggling my hips. Her eyes leave mine and they are fixing upon my rosy buttocks. I am spreading my legs wider under her eyes. Then her hand is absentmindedly starting to fondle my small perky breasts and I am trembling and moaning while she now is looking somewhere else and thinking about something. I try to keep myself from becoming too excited because somehow I feel that I am such a slut to take such a pleasure from just an absent minded caress but I cannot stop myself. Her touch arouses me, she is larger than life with purpose, her purpose in making me a sissy and despite the fight I put up, I am know kneeling in front of her as castrated eunuch having given even my balls up for her. I am a sissy and looking back at how I came to be one it seems natural. Being a sissy is my natural state now but it wasn't always, or maybe it was and her will just brought it up in me. I am lost within a maelstrom of emotions, my hips moving wildly from side to side, my small limp penis touching the inside of my thighs with soft petal like touches. I was never well endowed but since starting to take hormones I am truly a small and delicate sissy. My penis is there to remind me I am a soft sissy slut and Mistress can do whatever she wants with any part of me. I remember the scary feeling that I had when she told me in her soft voice, like the most normal thing in the world ?These have to go??, She was holding my balls so softly at that moment, while a dildo was being introduced between my buttocks. It took me so much by surprise that i said Yes Mistress before realizing it. Then realizing what I have I done, I looked at her alarmingly. She was smiling at me and I was melting and I felt her hand leave my balls fall between my legs and her fingers came to rest on my lips, sliding inside softly. I was so afraid and excited by that time that I did not knew what to say anymore so I did not say anything and enjoyed being so expertly penetrated. At first she did not say anything on the subject but I realized she was playing more and more with them. Either binding them more tightly or making me wear a soft pink ribbon tied around them and nothing else. With the estrogen too, I was becoming more malleable. Sometimes she would just kick them, not very hard but it hurt a little. I was kneeling before her, my buttocks in her reach, my head down. It would not hurt at first but after repeated treatments like that, even breathing on them would make me shudder. The thing that threw me off so much was the fact that she would do that and then she would look at me questioningly. She never once asked me about cutting them or anything else but those looks would spoke volumes. She was doing it mostly to control my erections. She told me she likes a sissy, not someone who has the ambitions to be a man. Later after I become accustomed it was very rare that I was hard, and I started getting compliments on my panty line. I started wearing lingerie when I was being a good sissy. I would feel the back of her hand sliding over the satin of the panties, compressing my balls and I would hear her sigh. After a few times I would lower my eyes before her, pleading, 'Please Mistress, please'. The first time, she stopped, slid my panties to the side liberating them and i felt her fist closing around my balls, I never in my life felt as helpless as in that moment. It was such a nice feeling, knowing she was cupping me so, holding me in her hand. Her eyes then met mine and she shacked her head. They're mine now, not yours anymore, they never were. They will be in my hand and you will put them there and thank me for it. I was so lost that only when I felt wet running on my thighs I realized I came in her hand. She just smiled her slight enigmatic smile and I was made to clean up afterwards. The thing that stayed with me was how pleased she looked when I showed her my excitement about this, but what rocked me, was the absolute certainty in her voice. After that she would occasionally blue ball me again, but mostly she would now make me cum with a dildo, without touching myself. I started feeling naked without a butt plug and I started knowing Her better. One day after I was close to cumming about 5 times but she would stop penetrating me and would wait until she would feel me subside. I started by begging, then crying, then pleading and then pleading and crying but she was merciless. She would play me like a musical instrument. By then I could not take it, but it felt so good because otherwise I would not have stayed on that table on all fours while she was doing something that I did not like. I was so completely gone, her hand on me and her eyes were making me move and shift and her eyes would smile when I was making the right move or her hand would crush me firmly when I the pleasure was becoming too unbearable. So between my tears I said, please Mistress, they're yours. She stopped and smiled at me. Then made me go on the floor and for the first time, I was made to walk at her heels, when she produced a leash and a collar. She then brought me to the bedroom where I stepped up on the bed and she proceeded to insert another butt plug into me, but this one had a lustrous ponytail attached to it. I was so excited already from earlier so I did everything she asked; I pranced around in bed, feeling the ponytail caress my thighs and buttocks with each move. I started to get used to the leash, and to move how she wished me. I stopped in front of her, still on all fours. She started to check how everything was put on me, checking to see how loose was the plug. I was sitting there bursting with excitement when she took my face in her hands and lifted it up, then looking into my eyes she told me. You are my pet and I always take good care of my pets. She looked at me until I nodded and then with such a beautiful smile said?: That is why I have to have you neutered, You understand. I was crying when I cumm and she was so nicely cupping my head and petting me. I was sobbing into her arms and she was patting my head and telling me I am a good pet and I will be happy in her care. I was nodding by the end. I remember how she met me, she invited me to dance and then proceeded to lead. I was in heaven, she was pressing herself aggressively against me, leaning me back in her arms and telling me how graceful I am. When we stopped, she led to me to the bar by slowly putting her hand at the small of my back and guiding me. Up till then we have talked about the weather and stuff like that but now suddenly she became like another person. She told me to walk a few steps and turn back, while she was sitting at the bar. I did it without questioning her even though I blushed. She told me I was cute when I blushed and asked me if I was shaved, I said yes and I was suddenly rewarded by one of those great smiles of hers. I would have knelt at Her feet then and there because of that smile. She then took my hand and we left. I never asked where we were going and I just followed. During the cab fare she made me open my legs wider and her hands were caressing the insides of my thighs and flattening themselves over my crotch. When she first put her hand between my legs, i remained shock still. I knew I was not some stud and I was afraid of losing this woman, this magic. But she just smiled again and said ?ohh so lovely', her finger trailing my zipper while her mouth was devouring mine. Before we left the cab, my lips were coated with her lipstick and she pasted it over my lips with her fingers. I never said anything looking at her concentrated air as she was sliding the lipstick over my lips and I never even realized what she had done until she said, 'Now that is better!' with a contented smile. In her apartment she closed the door behind me and pointed a finger at me and said Stay. I remained still while she took her shoes off. Then with her shoes hanging in one hand negligently, she turned another time around me and stopped in front of me. Her eyes on mine, she leaned down and proceeded to kiss the life out of me. When I was breathless she took a step back and once again she looked me up put her head a little to the side and said: Strip. I was shedding my clothes before even realizing it and when I came to my briefs I tried to look up, embarrassed, but she was looking at me with a look that said almost, What are you waiting for, don't make me wait. So I stood before her, naked, my hands hiding my erect penis. She never even looked down. She took me by the hand and started walking to a table that was in the middle of the living room. This was my first encounter with being so exposed. I was a little reluctant at first but she was too imperious for me and when she gestured to the table I looked at her scared. She looked at me and seeing my fear she smiled again at me, and patted my hair and pushing from my bottom made as if to help me up. I was up on it looking around when she said ?Knelling'. So I knelt. I was sitting there, naked on this table, on all fours and this woman had not even undressed herself. She moved around me, letting her hand trail on my skin her eyes drinking me, and I was there and so obviously excited that I could not even think of getting of that table. Part 2 A few weeks later I was used to being put on the table and admired at Mistress leisure. My small lean frame was becoming more feminine by the day. My skin was softer and smoother because of the estrogen and my hair, the only hair I had left was on my head was lustrous black and a delight to be taken care off. I already had it around my shoulder but now it was way longer. I liked to look at myself in the mirror and tremble with pleasure when slowly touching my tummy and sliding my hand over the smooth skin until I would touch the small and limp penis dangling between my legs. From profile you could not even see it because my hand would push it back and I would arch my back and moan gently at how beautiful it made me look. My stomach was flatter because of the intensive exercise program Mistress was making me go trough each day. I would run for 5 miles in the morning. It was my favorite time of the day, waking at sunup; I would go to the windows facing east and stretch my body in the sunlight. I loved imagining the sunlight caressing my body, feeling like a paean priestess offering her body to the sun. Then I would mount the treadmill and attach my collar to it and for the next hours I would just run, feeling so free and enjoying every moment of it. My skin becoming sweaty, I would occasionally pass my hands over my thighs, enjoying the sensation it would awake in me. Mistress has woken up this incredible sensuality within me, I loved to be touched, caressed and stroked. I liked the flowing way I was moving now, now forced anymore like in the first days but moving my hips naturally and putting each step in front of the other. I enjoyed so much wearing lingerie. My skin was acquiring a dark honey glow and I loved how white and black lingerie would make such a feminine contrast. Sliding the thigh highs up my smooth legs, the soft feel of the panties on my skin, the way a skirt would just drop around my hips and flare with my every movement or the way it would feel when Mistress would not let me wear panties under my skirt; feeling the air caress me with every move, and each soft touch of the wind would reverberate in my eyes, and then Mistress would look down at me and smile, her thumb just caressing the soft skin of my hand, but I would feel like bursting with pleasure. It was not something that would get me hard, because i was almost never hard at this point, it was something from inside. I would feel like doing something reckless just to show her how happy I am with being her pet. I loved when the light in her eyes would change and become darker and she would bring me close to her and her mouth would hungrily ravish mine, her hands caressing me in the middle of the street sometimes. I loved it because I knew that she was being excited by my submission to her and in those cases I was being particularly lovely or as she would put it, very good at being a sissy pet. I was not wearing too many bras, because my breasts were just budding yet and they were just perky, but I was so proud of my thighs and buttocks. I would stay in front of the mirror and admire them, imagining how to display them better to Mistress; The panties were making them very spankable. I remember once I could not stop myself, when I was admiring a pair of white virginal panties covering my buttocks. I spanked my buttocks twice lightly and I was beginning to bite my lips in pleasure when I saw Mistress leaning on the wall, her arms under her breasts, looking at me. I was frozen like that, the light of the sun coming down on me, my spankable derriere turned towards the mirror and she was absolutely drinking me with her eyes. It was so intense that I did not knew what to do, I was red with shame and concealed pleasure but she was just sitting there and looking at me. My legs folded under me, and I found myself on my knees, looking up at her, still not saying a word. Suddenly it felt like the right thing to do, so on all fours I started walking towards her, my buttocks sliding from one side to the other. There was nothing else in the universe between her eyes and mine, and I did not feel ashamed at the pleasure I felt when her eyes got darker with desire. I stopped at her feet and looking up at her I rubbed my cheek against her thighs, softly, closing my eyes. I do not know how she did it but the only thing I felt was her hand on my head petting me. The desire that was in her eyes was burning right through me but she only smiled, her eyes were drinking mine and she just smiled, nothing else. I felt like I was at the feet of a great fire, her emotions raged in her and were founding an answer in me. I just whimpered sitting there at her feet, her hand in my hair and the only thing she was doing was petting me, but her eyes were boring into me, letting no doubts about how she would have taken me. I could just whimper and after a while I closed my eyes and continued whimpering, feeling myself get wet, my limp cock leaking pre-cum. After a few moments she lifted me and kissed me until I could not breathe, then she turned me around and with a light spank on my buttocks she sent me to my treadmill. That night again as I went under the cover, with a mischievous glint in my eyes she just slept, taking me in her arms. I was very excited, expecting to be taken, imagining it, but after the first time she told me that if I don't stop squirming I will sleep on the floor, I stopped. The next day went on the same and just when I had almost forgotten about that incident; I was wearing my minuscule pink lace apron, my bells and thigh highs with stilettos and I was wandering around the house with a cleaning duster; walking down a corridor, my hips swinging. I only hear steps behind me when I hear her voice telling me to lean on the table. I am obeying instinctively when I feel a hand dab with unguent around my buttocks and then I feel her enter me in one smooth movement. My only reaction to it being an AAAAA that changed from pain to pleasure by the end on the scream. I had a mirror right in front of me and i was looking at her looking at me, her eyes boring into mine, and even if I felt nice in the beginning for having aroused her, now I did not have time for it anymore, just enjoying her coming in and out of me. I love being taken like that, the absolute possessiveness of it, being spread open by her dildo, at her will and nothing but take it in and enjoy it. She played with me for an hour until I could not beg anymore, I wanted to cumm but when she would feel me getting close she would stop and start petting me caressing my thighs and murmuring softly in my ear that I am her favorite pet and I am absolutely glowing with her inside me. It was slow torture and she knew it. Looking at her I knew it that it was maybe equal with what she had felt a few days ago and I was passing through it, but me I did not want to rein in my desires but wanted to beg her for more, I wanted to be her pet so much that it did not matter anything else, pride or shame. I was crying gently by this time, completely broken when i felt her hand touch my cheek and slowly collect a tear. I stopped, looking mesmerized as she took that tear to her mouth and putting that wet finger in her mouth, she said, "Those are mine." I was jerked out of my reverie by her words. I nodded, lowering my head, and then with fear and excitement in my heart I felt her hand go under me and ever so softly cup my balls. While she looked into my eyes i felt her hand tighten in a ring at the base of my sack, and with tears in my eyes, i nodded again, opening my thighs wider. I have never cum as that day. Her smile gave me permission but when I saw she would not move, I started thrusting myself backwards, against her dildo and I cumm like never before, with her hand tightening around my sack possessively, while being her sissy pet and thrusting myself on her strap-on. Another thing she liked to do was attach chains, to my wrists ankles and around my hips. They were not chains to keep me, or so i thought, until i tried to see if i can break them, but they were beautiful with small little bells attached to them. Every move I would make it would be accompanied by light tingling. They were not big, in fact were pretty small and delicate but those little bells were driving me crazy, until I realized that if I moved in a certain rhythm it would not be jarring but the sounds were helping me. I was more gracious when moved, gliding mostly and when being taken from behind it felt so exciting, her every thrust into me and my little bells would jingle ever so gaily, it was easier to find the rhythm she would like me to go up and down her dildo. One of the moments i was so terrified I wanted to drop into a hole but I finished by trembling with excitement was when i was first presented to another Mistress. I was wearing a white shirt with a black skirt, short almost a hand span over my knees and I loved that dress because it was velvet so it was draping so sexily around my thighs when I moved. I was wearing black thigh highs with a pink garter belt and pink panties and also pink mules with faux fur, pink too. I entered the living room and there was another woman there. I had just taken my shower and prepped myself, I wanted to be very sexy for Mistress today, because it was Saturday and I wanted to make her week-end special. As I entered, I almost stopped and turned back, I was so surprised but I stopped and by Mistress's almost forced smile when she raised her finger and bade me enter I thought I did the better thing. I curtseyed lifting my skirt and showing my panties to this woman. She was not physically impressive but when he showed me with a finger a place in front of her I went immediately and I dropped into another curtsey. She smiled and I almost sighed with how easy this was, when I felt my arms dragged behind me and I had to stay on my toes and I presented my chest to her. Mistress was holding me in a grip I couldn't escape while they continued talking about me. Mistress giving me praises when she said I was coming along nicely at being a good pet, and this woman touching my arms and admiring my soft skin. After a few moments i started to get excited and I felt Mistress let go of me but by now I was keeping still. The woman dropped her hands and lifted my skirt, asking me to open my mouth and take the skirt in my mouth and be a good girl about it. I was red with shame but I was starting to feel so excited at my helplessness. I opened my legs wider a little and to my shame she smiled at me, calling me precious at which I automatically mumbled thank you Mistress. My legs were shaking with excitement and I moaned when she let her hands lightly pass over my panties. This woman, I later learned she was Ms Margaret, then proceeded to touch my thighs and buttocks exclaiming over how firm and round they are, and that Mistress is probably very pleased with how I am shaping up. I was also complimented on my soft skin and how well I responded to a Mistress touch. She then proceeded to slide my panties down my thighs and I could feel her hands slowly taking my penis and holding it. I was crying at her exclamation of how delightfully small and feminine it is. By then I was as hard as I could get by now which is not merely enough for penetration but good anough to play with. She then asked Mistress how come I've still got my balls yet, first of all it ruins the panty line and second of all there are no more surprises afterwards. She then cupped my buttocks and playing with my little hole, she told me, that this is all a sissy needs. A good sissy has no balls, a good sissy is emasculated. I wanted so much to run and hide somewhere dark but i couldn't because it was almost hypnotic. This woman with her words and her slight touches was keeping me so captive. With tears in my eyes at Mistress betrayal, or at least that is how I saw it, I was nodding and sobbing gently. Mistress Margaret was so delicate as she put her fingers to my eyes collecting my tears on her fingers while her other hand was laying gently on my thighs. She then put the wet fingers in her mouth, licking them one by one, while her hands were moving gently on my thigh calming me. Mistress was sitting far from us smoking a cigarette looking at us with an enigmatic smile. The one time I looked at her, Mistress Margaret with a flick of her fingers right on my balls brought me to attention. . It hurt a little and I felt some tears accumulate and with a smile Mistress collected those too on her finger and made me suck on it. I sucked licked and did everything she asked of me. It was like I passed into a dream, where I was floating and the only thing I knew was how good it felt and that I needed more of this. Mistress Margaret told me she could undress me but she found a sissy in a skirt with no panties on more erotic. Immediately I felt so much more helpless, because she brought this to my attention and started to squirm. Mistress Margaret made me turn towards Mistress and lean forward a little. Mistress was breathing in the cigarette smoke as she was looking at me. I felt Mistress Margaret's finger gently settle under my skirt and with a mounting certainty I dreaded and ohh so wanted, I got the order to lower myself on it. I was so ashamed, because it was not positioned too well and I had to find the right position and then gently lower myself on Mistress Margaret's finger. All the while Mistress was looking at me and I could not hide anything from her, my pleasure at being so used was too evident. I took it all in, gasping with pleasure at Mistress Margaret hand on my buttocks and her gentle words of???nice sissy, good pet, hmm that is lovely??. I was told to lift myself up and I did it instinctively. I was told to get on my knees and run on all fours to Mistress and back. I did it ,without hesitation, this woman has broken me, I knew it but it felt so good obeying her orders that I did not want to stop. When I returned to her feet, Mistress Margaret petted my head gently and then smiled warmly at Mistress telling her that I was an admirable pet, and I was a fox. I blushed and Mistress Margaret just cupped my jaw gently and caressed me under it. She then told Mistress she had a surprise so I had to close my eyes. I then felt her hands lifting my skirt and something pushing into me. I gasped and almost with a plop it went inside me, a dildo feeling me. It was a bigger dildo than what Mistress accustomed me too but it was great. Only when I felt the soft touch on the back of my thighs I could not stop and looked back. I was told to get up, sharply. I did and I felt her hands lift my skirt over the tail. I was told to get to the mirror and admire myself. I walked gingerly but with every stop I almost moaned with pleasure. I turned my back to the mirror and I saw the most beautiful fox tail jutting out of my backside. It was lustrous black with a white tip and it was coming near my knees. The skirt was bunched at the base and was exposing my buttocks so beautifully. I could not resist and without being told to, i got on all fours thrusting my buttocks and my magnificent tail in the air. Mistress Margaret applauded and only then I realized what have I done and the shame come back, but the excitement was back too, and so I trotted back to Mistress Margaret and when she put her hand out without hesitation I put my cheek in it and then turning slowly I started licking it. That's good my pet. I blushed and my heart swelled. Then she turned me around and with a pat on my buttocks sent me back to Mistress

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Again the ravings of a lunatic. Fiction. I like this story. It seemed so real when the idea grew in my mind. There is no sex. I have no idea where this should be posted. So I will put in the Loving Wives and get on with it. Copyright by mcwade May 15, 2005. The damnest story you ever heard: OK. Here we go. I am 63 years old. My gut is a bit too large, my waist is 36 inches instead of 32. I am way out of shape. I will walk this summer to regain some of my wind and shape. But that has...

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Anthony = Skye’s brother tired of his sisters rudeness and misbehaving Jeremy = skies boyfriend, a jerk all around. Skye = a snooty stuck up 18 yr. old, who has a lack of respect, and doesn’t care to spare the feelings of those around her, believes she is so much better than the people in her hometown, some sexual experience. Lessons Learned (the pre-story) Skye was sun tanning by the pool when she heard her brother’s voice. What could he possibly want, the fact she was sharing...

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My days in Thailand part 5 A Thias storyy

A NOTE FROM AUTHOR: Following story, although it changed to different girl in different country is true. It is slightly changed to fit the storyline. A word of caution: THOSE WHO DON’T LIKE ROUGH AND EXTREME SEX, DON’T EVEN START. - Master, why don’t you slap me sometimes? – asked Thia once in the middle of cleaning my room while I was working on some project drawings. - Excuse me? - Well…. I know that you love rough sex……and I know that you have some rough games with some girls….Sora...

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Verstory

(These poems have all been posted elsewhere on the internet, years ago, but I decided to string some together to partly tell a story.) I had dated Jackie David perhaps a half-dozen times before we went dancing. I had found her more and more attractive each time, but had gone slow with her in the hope of building something solid in the way of a relationship - since she seemed to have more substance than any woman I had dated for some time. But the night that we danced I...

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Last Stop Bubbles A Purple Sidestory

- JALEN /-It’s the rattling of chains that wakes me, knocks me back down the hill like Sisyphus’ fucking bullshit rock. Yea. I know Sisyphus. Paint him black and you get the inner city version where the damn rock is America’s racial aggression that never quite dies. Double down by making that sad fuck an addict and shit, there I am, up the hill, down the hill.I groan, head pounding, and pull my face from the salty sweet embrace of a still moist cunt.Nose twitches.I fight back a sneeze. Realize...

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TruStory

During colleges I worked famous coffee shop, young and sexually active. I had crazy nights with plenty of young college age coworkers, but one in particular she had a boyfriend for a few years and was pretty wild but she never cheated on him. After one day she cracked and we became like rabbits almost every other day,we fine any opportunity to be alone... Fast forward 6 years into the futer... I just broke up a 4 year long relationship and I came back to my old stomping grounds, I was at my...

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you were sitting on the couch watching me undress. i unzip my pants and the back down, revealing my round, plump ass. you like that im wearing a lace thong, think its sexy. i took off my pants and bend over infront of you. i pulled the thing crotch to the side, exposing my hairy glistening pussy. you told me to pull my ass cheeks apart so you can check my holes. i followed as i was told. you ripped off my undies and proceeded to finger my holes. you slap my ass and told me to get on top of the...

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Sex In Goa With Indian Sex Stories Storyreader

Hi how are you all iss story readers… All Male and female me fir ek story le kar hajir hu apko aur entertain krne ke liye or jyada maja dene ke liye.. Mera name Meet he.. Aur me ahmedabad gujarat se hu..jo log pehli baar meri story read kr rahe he unko meri details de deta hu.. I m 26 yr old..doing business in ahmedabad..i m single… So now all readers me aab story pe ata hu.. Ya baat 1week pehle ki he.. Mene meri last story post ki”muslim housewife ki chudai”..uske baad muje kafi logo ke mail...

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Bi Beki TrueStory

This is the girl who is in this story with me : http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/1352687/bi_sexual_beki.htmlThis all starts off with me going downtown just by myself to a well known gay bar. I have been bi-sexual since I was about 14 and I am 18 now. I was wearing a burgundy dress which flared out a lot at the bottom and was showing a fair bit of cleavage, my legs were bare and I had black lace panties on and a matching bra. I was in the mood for a girl tonight seen as I hadn't had sex with a...

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My sister and I True story0

Nickerlover; My sister and IMy younger sister and I only 13 months apart in age,I was the elder.right from a very early age we would play in those days what we called mothers and fathers and would bath together our parents didn't ever notice that we would play with each others sexy parts and at that early age we new nothing at all about sex. but as we both got a bit older in our later teens we got to play with each other and feelings were starting to become better when we were touching each...

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Turok the Tormentor story1

TUROK THE TORMENTOR By: ROBO Turok sat upon his throne over looking his domain. He was the supreme Demon in the Universe and had no equal. He had defeated and destroyed all whom had opposed him. Ever since he had destroyed Satan his life had become boring and dull. He had conquered everyone and everything and now had nothing to occupy his time leaving him with a dismal boring life for eternity. "Bring me an advisor......NOW!!!" he roared. A man came running up "Yes Sir, your...

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Turok the Tormentor story2

TUROK THE TORMENTOR 2 By: ROBO Bruno was sitting in his Limousine with his maul Tiffany watching the drug deal go down. His father Franko Costintino had finally trusted him with an important task in his drug-dealing cartel. The Asian Gang was purchasing one million dollars worth of Heroin for distribution, after this Bruno would finally prove to his father that he could take over as head of the cartel. Bruno was 21, short black hair, and a muscular build and he was wearing a suit....

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Turok the Tormentor story3

TUROK THE TORMENTOR 3 By: ROBO Turok emerged from the portal into a vacant downtown alley. He did not bother to shift out of the visual plane as there was no body around. He was looking for another victim but he wanted a special someone but did not know who he was looking for. As he walked down the alley he heard "Hey, Buddy have you got some spare change?" John was an old bum who was covered in garbage resting when he had seen Turok's boots. He asked for the change and saw...

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Two lsquomomsrsquo tell this true story2

My son Ken was 18 now, and soon got his own apt. and a room mate….Jen. Lynn and I still have visits from them and we stop by their place. Our husbands who had lost interest in sex, got use to Lynn and I, (Julie), spending the night together a lot. My husband and I have a guest house and Lynn I used that to have our ‘sleep over’s in. Her husband was always gone hunting or fishing and was never there on weekends. Our story telling continued and we kept going further with our mutual masturbation....

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My warstory

This story is purely fictional, and if you are under 18 years of age, you are to stop now. My warstory This story begins just before the war. I was a shy, slim boy at almost 18 years, living in a forsterhome for parentless boys, and I wanted to do my part. I had alway been a strange boy, feminine, slim, with something that might look like tits. I was focus for a lot of attension from some boys and teachers, they liked my apperance. Basicly I wanted to get away. So I joint up for...

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The Rescue of DBStory

Copyright© 2002-2004 by DB. The doorbell rang unexpectedly. I was surfing the web to see if Elf Sternberg (http://www.drizzle.com/~elf/) had posted anything new on his latest AI (what I generally call robot) storyline. Although he recently, publicly referred to my writing as "abusively shallow", he also admits that it has affected him enough to provoke him into writing stores in response, so a lot of good has come from this in unexpected ways. Besides, having Elf as a critic is an...

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When I was about eight, I loved to climb poles and ropes. I discovered that I got this extreme feeling of overwhelming pleasure in my pubic area when I climbed them. Then, I discovered I could duplicate that pleasure with my hand on my pecker. When I was nine, my mother found me jacking off in my bedroom and told me that it was a sin and I would go straight to Hell. She also said that I would go blind if I continued. I thought about it for a time but then decided I would continue until I needed...

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For years, since I was around sixteen, I had the knack of convincing girls, and then women, that I could be trusted not to ever repeat what was revealed to me. This information gathering proved to be very useful over the years. I learned that the female gender needs to vent, and be listened to, their questions answered, but they don't want any advice, so I used this to my advantage. Once the word got passed around that I was a trusted soul with a lot of valuable information and a great...

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I went home, got married and started a family, one every year until we reached six. This was enough for me. My wife originally wanted a dozen but she settled for half a dozen. I had a good job and got promoted quickly, mainly because my personality made me learn everything I could about the company. In eight years, I made it into management in charge of the company's production planning responsibilities. Throughout my working career, I liked to flirt, talk dirty, touch provocatively, and...

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Madeleine Roth, posting under the name of Fatima, was putting the last touches to her daily blog. Eastern Promise, the web site she ran with a number of her friends, took up most of her spare time. She and Krista Collins had founded the site almost three years earlier as way of publishing their fantasies of life in the east, veiled and enslaved as part of some potentate's harem. Over the years they had created a series of stories. They, in turn, had attracted other, like-minded, authors and...

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Evidently, I didn't miss storyhour. Jason was just finishing his breakfast in the hotel dining room. I took a vacant seat at the far end of the counter, by the restaurant front door. One of the "J's" dropped a cup in front of me and filled it. She added a spoon, a small stainless pitcher of real cream and a glass pour jar of sugar, rubbed my head and hurried away. I wonder which one that was? For a town totally isolated by tropical storm flooding, there were sure a lot of people having...

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TG Storytime

TGStorytime! I had this crazy dream where I found a remote control that let me alter the very fabric of time and space. I could have used it to rob banks, bang several of my favorite pornstars at the same time, or really do whatever I wanted. All I wanted to do, though, was turn my penis into a vagina and grow rabbit ears and a fluffy tail. That could mean I’ve been reading too much TGStorytime, a user-contributed library of transgender fiction.TGStorytime.com was established in 2011 by Joe...

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Storyhub

Hey, this is just the starting point of hopefully a bunch of crazy and erotic stories. Feel free to just skip this part and start by choosing a story path of your liking, wether it might be for reading or adding chapters. We would also like to encourage you to add your own stories, if you like. No matter how short or long, how explicit or tame. We could just end the introduction here, but we'd like to remind you that all characters that take part in any sexual action are grown ups, 18 years or...

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Husband Turned on by Storytime

She then said, “It was Storytime night and that always ends with us having smoking hot sex”. Curious to what that meant I asked, “What is Storytime?” She said, “OMG it is so hot. John loves it when I tell him a sex story from my past or tell him a sex fantasy while I lay next to him and play with his dick. It is such great foreplay and it has really improved our sex life. We both get so horny. You should try it sometime”. This story is about how I discovered a kinky way to turn my husband on.

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Love In Liverpool 8211 A Real Life Story

Hello readers, Thank you for choosing this story, I am sure you will not be disappointed after reading it. Mind you, this is a real story and not a fantasy. All the incidents happened are three years old and this is the first time I am opening my mind about it. About me: I am Sam, 28 years old computer engineer and currently living in London, UK. Before moving to London I was working as IT consultant in Liverpool, another city in England. Story which I am going to reveal today happened in...

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Loves Journey

Love's Journey -------------------------- The flowers are in bloom In the early weeks of May The little boys chase frogs The girls just sing and play. Above a field of green Beneath a tree of pine Two friends sit side by side Two lovers intertwined Moral laws be damned Let only God lay blame Love shall rule the day Though chromosomes the same. Years and years as brothers Divide by hate and pain Wandering the desert Stuck out in the rain. Separate bearing...

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Loves Awakening

This is the third and final part of my story about my unexpected love for my beautiful neighbour. Links to the other parts are available on my profile page as usual. Love's Awakening A warm wetness was working it's way up my legs. Although I knew I was dreaming, I savoured the sensation as it paused. Roughness followed on from the slippery heat and in my dream, my skin tingled. Again the wetness, higher this time it caressed my thighs both inner and outer. I could feel small fingers grasping...

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Loves Equal Loss

Copyright© 2004 Kyle was having a very sexy dream, one more exciting and vivid than he had ever imagined. Brianna was romping naked and dancing with him in passion and delight. The flashing curves of her breasts and legs, her joyful laugh and bright smiling eyes filled the dream. Kyle gasped as Brianna dominated him for coupling, gasped again as she rolled to let him mount her for a short while, gasped a third time as she turned and reclaimed the mount position. It all seemed so...

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Love Lust and Marriage full story

Today was day two at the hospital, I had come in for a routine procedure but because of delays to my scans, I was stuck here. It was nothing scary, some imbalance in magnesium or iron or something that sounded metallic. I had offered to lick an iron bar if it would help but unfortunately, it is not quite that simple, so here I sit. So, my name is Alice Cotter, I'm 28 years old and I'm 5 feet and 6 inches tall (on my tippy toes) and I weigh around… none of your fucking business! I am slim,...

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Loved It To Be A Slave Of My SeniorA Real Femdom Sex Story

Hi to all the readers, I am Samit from Pune, working in a company and I’ll share the experience of how I ended of having a sex with my senior girl. I am a big fan of this website so I thought of sharing this sex story. So, this incident happened around 10 months back. I had completed my graduation and I came to Pune in search of my first job. My friends were in different locations of the same company I joined. To settle down here in Pune, I had asked my senior from the same college who was...

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Lovers Desire

Disclaimer: This story is for adult entertainment! So, ensure you are 18 years of age. Author's Note: Once again, I've delved into the Spells R Us Universe..............it is my third story with this setting. (Lust Potion '69' & Womanizer, and now Lover's Desire) Anyway, this is a fantasy, and contains a lot of female-female......Enjoy! Oh Yeah: My new e-mail address (lower case): [email protected] "Lover's Desire" by J.R. Parz I. Jess Parker was browsing...

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Love Games 8211 Part 3 My Wife8217s Story

Hello there and in this story, I will be sharing my wife’s story of the entire weekend swap trip. After boarding the flight and take-off we didn’t have near our seats. So I took the courage and asked Urmila, “How was your experience, jaan?” She blushed, checked the surroundings and said, “One of the best, thanks for the trip,” and kissed me. This is her story We left in the taxi and reached the hotel room. The moment I closed the room door, Arjun came from the back and hugged and started...

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Lovers Story

Introduction: Couple Loving . . . Hello my love, Ive come to your office to steal you away for a long lunch. As we walk outside I suggest a walk in the park. So as we stroll hand in hand along the winding pathway the air is cool and we snuggle closer. Despite the cool weather the birds are chirping, the squirrels and rabbits are scurrying about. Around the next curve we come upon a play ground where the children are playing. I suggest that we sit and watch for a while. You say yes Id love to so...

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Love And Haight 67Goats story

Change has a way of passing slowly through a small Pennsylvania town, like an old man window shopping on a Sunday afternoon. As in previous years, the summer of 1967 rolled in with little in the way of fanfare. There were however, some visible changes in my life that year. I was still working at my friend's father's shop. I was doing well there after being there a couple of years. I had actually managed to save up enough money to trade in the '61 Impala on a brand new 1967 Pontiac GTO, or...

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Love And Haight 67Goats story

As much as the world seemed to be changing in the sixties, you really couldn’t tell by looking around Main Street. The soda fountain on the corner and Old Man Jones’ hardware store sure looked the same to me. Yet there were changes brewing. We saw it on TV. The hippie movement, the war in Vietnam. Yet, it seemed the only way it really affected small town Pennsylvania was when someone’s son got sent home in a box. The sixties were a fascinating time to be young and curious. If there...

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Reminiscence Entwining part 2 Storylines

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The Storyteller

After picking up her coffee, Meara looked around the crowded café for a seat. Every seat seemed to be filled. After looking further, she noticed a table in the corner where a man about her age sat typing on his laptop, and the seat next to him was vacant. Approaching him, she said, "There are no other available seats; would you mind if I join you?" "No, you're welcome to join me," responded Sam. "Just let me finish recording my thought, here, and I'll put this away." "Don't stop on...

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Lovers Game

I'm awakened to the feel of the silk blindfold being lowered over my eyes. I mumble and stir, and my lover's quiet voice hushes me. "Shh, just you relax. We're going to play another little game this morning," he tells me. "mmmmm" is my sleepy reply. His games are always exciting, and through my grogginess I feel a spark of interest and excitement kindle inside. He shifts on the bed, pulling the sheets from over us. I try to curl up into a warm ball, but his strong, confident hands take hold of...

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Loves Infatuation Ch 2

My Mistake While I was getting dressed I started to think about what Jay said to Chris. I was to scared to even admit the truth to my self, I really didn’t think that Jay told him. Obviously we didn’t argue, so what the fuck did he tell him I thought. I was completely confused, so I decided that I would try to fool Chris into telling me what Jay said. I sat on Jay’s bed and sighed. ‘I wish you were here,’ I said aloud then walked out of the room On my way down stairs I started devise a...

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Loves Requiem

Warwick Castle, Lancaster Estate England 1815 Kelloch Havisham, Duke of Lancaster, sat on the settee across from his bed and stared at it hard, as he swallowed another mouthful of the rich brandy. There was something wrong with him, he thought. The same dream, over and over again, it wasn’t normal. Not in the least. It wasn’t supposed to happen to him. He was the bloody Duke of Lancaster. Everyone in the Ton trembled when he passed them by, and he was having a bloody reoccurring nightmare. ...

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Loves Infatuation

My name is Sarah Case and I live in lower Manhattan, with three guys, Chris Cline, Jason Reed, and Jay Haze. About 10 months ago we opened a club in Queens called M57. It was a big hit and we started to make a lot of money. So they were all pretty happy, but I was miserable. I bet you are wondering why? Well, Chris has been my best friend since we were in grade school. Chris and Jay were lovers for about 3 years, until they decided that they didn’t want to be intimate anymore and became...

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Loves Song Ch 01

Please do not read if you are under 18 or if reading this story is illegal where you live! This is not a quick sex story, if you are looking for that, you will be disappointed. This is a romance story that will eventually lead to sex. This is my first submission, so please be kind! Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. *********************************************** Chapter 1 JOEL Sometimes I think about the images that will flash back to me when that moment comes that I’m...

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Loves A Funny Thing

My absolute best friend, ever. She was, well, perfect. We’d known each other since we were kids, everyone always said we’d end up married with kids of our own, well, they said that till I came out that is. She was the first person I plucked up the courage to come out to, of course. I remember it as though it were yesterday. I was so nervous. We were sitting together on her bed after school watching a movie, I had been planning to tell her for three week, plucking up the courage, then suddenly...

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Loves Strange Course

Sometimes in life the actions we take set in motion forces that lead us in some unintended directions. It’s like entering a maze, you go in innocently enough, but you never know where or when you’re going to come out. Carrie Kruger walked into one of these mazes once, and eventually came out somewhere where she never expected to be. It all began when she went to a dinner dance her company held every January, it was supposed to help alleviate the post-holiday depression that seems to affect...

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Loves Eventide

Copyright 2014 by robindavisfiction. This story may not be republished or reposted on other websites without written permission. ***** He warmed the lotion in his hands before spreading it gently on her swollen feet and rubbing each cold toe carefully between his fingers until the chill was gone. Gently, but firmly, he massaged each foot before working slowly up her calves and shins, steadily increasing the pressure with each upward stroke. He lightly caressed her cool, smooth skin with each...

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Loves Recovery

Sirens filled my ears with their screams of urgency. Through the wails and horns I could hear voices, harsh, barking voices. I could not discern the words they spoke through the chaos of sound around me. Slowly the sensation of cold began to flood over my body, cold and wet. I felt wet. A sharp pain from my shoulder jerked my body, my head rolled to the side, my ear being crushed against a cold hard surface. I felt the sterile touch of latex gloved hands roll my head back and lift it slowly...

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Loves Temptation

She should have known better than to trust him, he had done nothing but lie to her from day one. Of course she hadn’t been aware of this fact until it was too late. Way too late. John had asked Melissa out on a magical first date and had completely bowled her over. A whirlwind romance that turned into roller coaster ride that had stopped abruptly, leaving shattered dreams and broken promises. He had made so many promises to her, and had seemed to mean each one. She had lived for those promises...

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Lovesick Husband

Kurt is back in town and coming to visit and fuck his wife My wife Gerta had baked chocolate cookies, my favorite, and they were now on a plate on the kitchen table, still nice and hot, their fragrance filling the room. She was sitting there in just a low-cut top that barely contained her huge bust, and shorts that looked ready to burst from the size of her double-wide butt. I had just finished washing all the dishes, which is one of my regular chores, and thought I deserved a reward, so I...

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