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The Nine Inch Nail

The Nine-Inch NailBy James X. Pendergrass (www.jamespendergrass.com)Copyright 2011 - All Rights Reserved[AUTHOR'S NOTE:? I usually write Femdom stories, but I needed a change of pace.? This is pure fantasy and I don't condone the behavior of the people in this fictitious tale. This story depicts scenes of rape and sexual assault, neither of which are remotely ?okay? in the real world. All characters in the story are at least 18 years old.] Daria Byrd cut class and rode her dirt bike down to...

Painted Lady

Professor Andersen was a short, stout man who's salt and pepper hair had fled from the top of his head. His cheeks were round and slightly pink and his nose rather too large for his face. In his tweed jacket, anyone who looked at him might have guessed he was a professor. No one would have ever guessed he was an artist."Now, if you'll turn to page three of the course outline, you'll see the year's projects. I want four original works, one still life, one portrait, one scenery, and one nude. I'm...

Painted Lady Nikki s Awakening

Tales From The Painted Lady: Nikki's Awakening - By Beryl33 Hello, everyone! This is Nikki again, chambermaid at The Painted Lady. I've had some requests for the beginning of my story, the tale of how I became Mistress Anne's devoted - and transformed! - "lesbian" slavegirl and slutty she-male maid. Here's how it all began: I woke slowly, or half-woke, still drifting in the dream - a bizaare but very erotic dream in which I tried on various pieces of lingerie at the orders of a...

Don Trek The One with the Snails

Act One ‘Report Ensign Pam, anything strange on the communication channels,’ asked Capt. Don as he spun in his captainy chair located on the center of the bridge of the USS Bonneville. Lt. Pam listened for a while hoping desperately to hear something of note to report back to her captain, but alas there was nothing to report, nothing at all. ‘Capt. Don, I’m not picking up anything, anything at all, there is complete and total silence,’ reported Ensign Pam. Lt. Solok was the USS Bonneville’s...

Painted Touch

His phone rings in the midst of the night… ‘Hello,’ she replies in a saddened tone… ‘I need you baby, please come over,’ and hangs up. His heart for her beats so deeply… he jumps out of bed and rushes to see her. He takes out the key… and unlocks her door… opening it in a hurry to be with his love… to comfort her. Little did he know what was truly waiting behind that door! As it opens… the room is lit up with candles… her furniture pushed back making a clearing in the middle of the room…...

Painted Toes in Private Gym Showers

I'm soo thankful to have feminine feet and legs. My cock is around 6 and a half inches and I have a cute boi-pussy that is tight, but can take a sizeable dick. I would also like to point out that I have enemas on a regular basis so my butt is pretty clean. That part is true and the only part of this story is me at the locker room showers with my painted toes.In the gym that I go to there are three individual showers. The way the showers themselves are set up to where you push the first curtain...

Painted into a Corner 3

Painted into a Corner By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 3 He looked ready to kill as Mrs. Baker closed the door. "Oh this is going to be some fun tonight, little cuz!" said Kayla, looking over. "I didn't even know we were cousins until my grandmother told me, and now we're BFFs and cousins. That's so cool right?" Chris couldn't even answer her as it didn't matter as she barely shut up, babbling all the way to the party. When they arrived, he found himself being led...

Painted Student

Painted Student Lunch time in the refectory can be hectic. Students and staff share the same facilities, queuing for hot meals or panini’s and coffee. It isn’t the largest room in the college so, the tables and chairs can become precious, especially when they are pulled out of their serried ranks into group patterns so friends can socialise while they eat. Today was just like any other at lunch, hectic. The place heaved with a mass of young people whose voices joined in a cacophony of...

Painted Lady Nikki s First Time

Nikki's First Time Part One "Very good, Nikki ? very good indeed," Mistress Anne enthused in her crisp English tones. I blushed with pleasure at her compliment and with the rush of sweet pressure from my chastity. I offered my captor a dainty curtsey, ankles crossed, skirt carefully raised, and gathered up the coffee things on their tray. I was careful not to stumble in my four-inch-heeled oxfords as I left the room, skirts and petticoats swishing about me excitingly. Three...

Painted into a Corner 2

Painted into a Corner By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 2 "Auntie B, I really have to uumm uuumm tinkle now," said Chris as Jeanine was stroking the clear coat on the other hand. "Krissy, you're fine and your nails are wet honey," said Mrs. Baker switching off the water. "Don't focus on that." "No I really have to," said Chris, panicking. "Wiggle honey," said Jeanine blowing on his fingers as he wiggled his fanned out hands now. "She's fine Jeanie," said Mrs....

Painted Student

Painted Student Lunch time in the refectory can be hectic. Students and staff share the same facilities, queuing for hot meals or panini’s and coffee. It isn’t the largest room in the college so, the tables and chairs can become precious, especially when they are pulled out of their serried ranks into group patterns so friends can socialise while they eat. Today was just like any other at lunch; hectic. The place heaved with a mass of young people whose voices...

Painted into a Corner 1

Painted into a Corner By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 1 "You have no idea what a huge favor you're doing me," said Justine, tearing up. "Thank you so so much." Justine sat back, wiping her tears and sipping her coffee for a minute composing herself. "Mom, come on! Are we really that desperate?" Chris walked in. "She's freaking ancient. It's a retirement home. What the hell am I going to do there? Please call one of my friend's mothers." "Stop it. It's too...

A Cure for Nailbiting

She was small, pretty and nervous. Her name was Tammy and she had huge blue eyes in a pixie face and shoulder-length chestnut hair. I don’t think she had any idea how attractive she was. Those beautiful blue eyes were usually hidden behind thick, squinty-looking glasses and she dressed like a nerd in baggy clothing that did nothing for her slim figure and she generally wore her hair in a ponytail. She didn’t really seem like the kind of person who tried out for community theater, but there she...

A Cure for Nailbiting

She was small, pretty and nervous. Her name was Tammy and she had huge blue eyes in a pixie face and shoulder-length chestnut hair. I don’t think she had any idea how attractive she was. Those beautiful blue eyes were usually hidden behind thick, squinty-looking glasses and she dressed like a nerd in baggy clothing that did nothing for her slim figure and she generally wore her hair in a ponytail. She didn’t really seem like the kind of person who tried out for community theater, but there she...

Painted Student

Lunch time in the refectory can be hectic. Students and staff share the same facilities, queuing for hot meals or panini’s and coffee. It isn’t the largest room in the college so, the tables and chairs can become precious, especially when they are pulled out of their serried ranks into group patterns so friends can socialise while they eat. Today was just like any other at lunch; hectic. The place heaved with a mass of young people whose voices joined in a cacophony of noise. The smell of...

Painted Piggies

This is the first story of many for me – the first real fetish ‘sexperience’ I have had. Straight from high school we were together, B and I. We shared six great years together. Every single day was a new day, and new and more exciting things came to us. It seemed like we were willing to try anything with each other. She gave great head and I would deliver a fantastic ecstasy for her with my tongue, but there was one thing that hadn’t been explored. Our fetishes. I have a foot fetish like you...

Getting Nailed

Getting Nailed, By J. Birdman This story is not intended for children and if you are not old enough to read sexually explicit material, go away. This story features some elements of female domination (femdom), cross-dressing (CD), mild bondage, Trangender (TG) and a few other fantasies of mine. I hope you find it entertaining, but if you might be offended, stop reading and do something else. The author retains all rights to this story. You may re- post the story unchanged,...

Getting Nailed

Getting Nailed By Leigh (Author: Yes, this is a "fairytale", but, don't you wish?) Michael loved his wife. He wanted to do the, "normal", have kids and retire together thing. One day, as he watched his wife put nail polish on her toe nails, he looked at his own and made the comment, "Boy, your toenails sure look healthy. Now, look at mine. I seem to have cracked and bent nails that I have to keep cut all the time." She, offhandedly, said, "Well, the...

Nailed

First story submitted by Rita Blaize. I've enjoyed FM for so long that I'm happy to have a chance to give something back. I hope folks like it. Nailed I had been dating Jessica for about four months. And while I can't say I've ever given serious thought to getting married, I did realize I had a pretty special woman on my hands. Just how special I was about to find out. Jess is a beautiful, bright, spirited brunette with stunning brown eyes. But it's her confident yet very...

Nailed

NAILED --------------- A freak industrial accident puts his life on a path that he never would have expected, much less dreamed of in his wildest fantasies. --------------- I was fresh out of high school and was working construction to earn money for college. I really did want to go to college and get into business, but my less than stellar academic scores in high school prevented me from getting any decent scholarship money. Mom and dad were sympathetic, but unfortunately...

Getting Nailed

Although the conference was crowded, I spotted her the second I walked into the hotel bar. She still couldn't pull it off, I thought. She had all the makings, but somehow it never quite came together. By all rights she should have gotten the executive promotion. She just didn't have the style. But style was what I did best, and I loved it. I approached her. I crossed the room in my tailored suit. It went well with my chiseled jaw, 6 foot 3 inch strut, and my perfect hair. I...

Painted into a corner

## I was feeling a little melancholy. I had been pretty busy since moving from my small town in down state Indiana to the north suburbs of Chicago. I hadn’t had a lot of time to get lonely but tonight was different, it was my 31rst. birthday and I had no one to celebrate with. Everyone I knew, including my ex-wife of 3 years, was back in Indiana. I decided to drown my sorrows in a couple of cold beers and left for a little dive I’ve seen a few miles from my house. I had been...

Vatsyayana Kama Sutra Part 2 Chapter 4 Sexual union by Pressing or Marking or Scratching with the Nails

Another example of the forms of intimacy discussed in the Kamasutra includes chumbanas (kissing). The text presents twenty-six forms of kisses, ranging from those appropriate for showing respect and affection, to those during foreplay and sex. Vatsyayana also mentions variations in kissing cultures in different parts of ancient India. The best kiss for an intimate partner, according to kamasutra, is one that is based on the awareness of the avastha (the emotional state of one's partner) when...

OMG IX The Nails

Pansy Pumpscock was sitting in front of a table with her arms outstretched having her nails done. Pansy didn't know how she got there, but she did know that she needed to keep her arms outstretched and that she also needed to make men cum. Sitting across from her was Heather Handjob. Pansy knew this because on the wall was a placard with Heather's picture making an extremely hot kissy face, her mouth painted bright Cocksucker red. Round full lips open in an obscene O and painted...

Perfect Nails

Perfect Nails By Kelly Blake Edited and proofread by Andrea Lena DiMaggio, Alison Mary and Belle Meade My Reunion... I stared into the mirror of my vanity and started applying the third coat of mascara to my lashes. 'I have to be out of my fucking mind', I thought to myself. Whatever processed me to agree to attend a tenth high school reunion? Really! Anyone I wanted to see I still saw; all two of them. I really didn't want to know who got married and who gave birth and...

Nailed

The eleven minutes past ten pulled out of Pune station bang on time, pulling me towards an interview that could change my life – if I got the job. Big ‘if,’ I thought, sweating and feeling distinctly un-presentable as I made my way down the carriages, looking for an unoccupied seat. I don’t deny it, I’m fond of women, but no thought of sitting close enough to chat one up, or anything like that, crossed my mind, as I walked down the carriage that Tuesday morning. My mind was still on how I had...

Painted Student

Lunch time in the refectory can be hectic. Students and staff share the same facilities, queuing for hot meals or panini's and coffee. It isn't the largest room in the college so, the tables and chairs can become precious, especially when they are pulled out of their serried ranks into group patterns so friends can socialise while they eat. Today was just like any other at lunch; hectic. The place heaved with a mass of young people whose voices joined in a cacophony of noise. The smell of...

Nailed

Helen was a little surprised when the doorbell rang at precisely nine a.m., exactly when the contractor had told her that the workers would arrive to build her new deck. She was even more surprised when she opened the door and saw two young men who couldn’t be more than twenty years old. “Helen Flint?” One of the sandy-haired young men asked. “Yes,” she answered, doing her best not to stare at the muscular workmen. “Just making sure we’re at the right place. I’m Mike, and this is Ron. We’ll get...

Yoga Pant Loving Gets Nailed

Hey people,this is Amit (name changed) from New Delhi. I am a 22 year old man With slightly above average looks but possess a good built and dress according to it. People find me hilarious,hence attracting similar aged girls is not a big deal. But I have always longed for women over 30 years of age.All interested ladies can contact me at the moron who decides to neglect you suffer by using me!This is my first sex story on this platform,hope you enjoy it! The woman who had me going crazy is a...

Nailed

Helen was a little surprised when the doorbell rang at precisely nine a.m., exactly when the contractor had told her that the workers would arrive to build her new deck. She was even more surprised when she opened the door and saw two young men who couldn’t be more than twenty years old. “Helen Flint?” One of the sandy-haired young men asked. “Yes,” she answered, doing her best not to stare at the muscular workmen. “Just making sure we’re at the right place. I’m Mike, and this is Ron. We’ll get...

7 Nails

It is said that all thnig are borken by Time. I saw a lot of great ancient jaded, claiming to have seen everything. I do not hope to become like them. I reassure myself that I can do the same thing a hundred times and always feel the same satisfaction. Oh, I see lot of thing, not every thing but almost. Exemple ?! In front of me is a magnificent blue sky, streaked with an ephemeral cloud, framed by the trees growing on the hillside of the manor. I contemplate the marshes contaminate by the...

Old Bag of Nails

Old Bag of Nails Peggy lay on her bed wearing only her satin robe gently fingering herself mild sexual excitement emanating from her crotch. She was bored and was wondering what to do for the evening. Sitting bolt upright when an idea comes to her, swinging her legs off the bed she licks some fluid from her fingertips. After a shower and styling her hair she sits at her vanity putting on her makeup trying to decide what to wear. As she's leaving the house she stops long enough...

Nails

I’m good looking enough but nothing special. I’d give myself a seven on a scale of one to ten, though I’ve been told I deserve better. I have short brown hair, I’m not comfortable dressing sexy or wearing a lot of makeup, and I’m not outgoing, which isn’t surprising, since I’m a software engineer. I’m kind of nerdy, but at least my figure is attractive. It gets me attention, but it’s not always the kind of attention I want. By contrast there’s this girl in accounting. Her name is Tina, and...

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Black Nailed

As Lisa waited eagerly in the hotel room preparing for his arrival, she let her mind wander. It had been just over six months since they met that stormy Friday in Atlanta. As she stepped into the shower to get herself ready, she thought fondly back to the day they had met and all that had happened since. She remembered the way he looked the day they met. Marcus was 28 years old, tall around 6’4′ with a beautiful chocolate brown complexion. He had a warm friendly smile and she was immediately...

Black Nailed

As Lisa waited eagerly in the hotel room preparing for his arrival, she let her mind wander. It had been just over six months since they met that stormy Friday in Atlanta. As she stepped into the shower to get herself ready, she thought fondly back to the day they had met and all that had happened since. She remembered the way he looked the day they met. Marcus was 28 years old, tall around 6'4" with a beautiful chocolate brown complexion. He had a warm friendly smile and she was immediately...

Babysitter nailed

Tina and Jerry had been married 4 years and had identical twin boys, Jerry had a high powered job and was always away on business, they had an open marriage and Tina had slept with a few guys, but it was for pure sex and to quench her high sexual appetite. It was Friday night and it was Jerry’s company’s Christmas party Jerry had phoned saying he was running about a hour late and told Tina to go and book into the hotel the company had sorted, Gill turned up to look after the boys and Tina set...

My Mother Nailed

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Horny Bengali Professor Blackmailed And Nailed

Hey, guys, this is Nikhil from Kolkata. I am back with a new story. For all those who don’t know me. I’m a tall week built up guy with a dick size of 6.1 inches. Coming to the story, we had a steamy hot professor in our college. She was an actual bomb, with a figure of (approx) 36D 30 40. She was milky white in color with juicy lips which she kept covered with dark colored lipsticks. Whenever she taught in a class each and every student of the class used to stare at her boobs and ass. She wore...

Got Nailed

I chatted with Dave for a couple of weeks online. I had always wanted to try big black cock and he assured me he was going to make me moan with pleasure. I teased him a lot and we flirted. I showed him pictures of my ass and he went wild. He was so horny, he claimed. The idea of meeting up with him was also making me horny. Every nite i masturbatd and came almost immediately at the thought of his black one eyed snake penetrating me. We finally decided on a date, I couldn't wait.I wore a black...

Hot Soumya Teacher Nailed

I’m a +2 student and I am not that good looking and I’m short dark and fat, I have a great tool of 7 inches. I was masturbating since I know about sex, when I get plus two at a Christian management school, I knew that there will be some hot lady teacher whom I could have fun. The second day itself I found my dream lady, her name was Soumya she was our physics teacher. 29 years old she was married and had a baby and she was too hot in het chiffon yellow saree with silky tight blouse with short...

Nailed

Helen was a little surprised when the doorbell rang at precisely nine a.m., exactly when the contractor had told her that the workers would arrive to build her new deck. She was even more surprised when she opened the door and saw two young men who couldn't be more than twenty years old. "Helen Flint?" One of the sandy-haired young men asked. "Yes," she answered, doing her best not to stare at the muscular workmen. "Just making sure we're at the right place. I'm Mike, and this is...

Desert DroppingChapter 15 Nailed

My hand hurt. There was no getting around it. But, under the circumstances it was to be expected, the way that Eddie was repeatedly hurling the baseball, and Luke was repeatedly swinging the bat and missing the baseball, leaving me to catch it with a glove that wasn't broken in because we'd bought everything we were using that very morning. Eddie had insisted that he didn't feel like wasting the day away looking for the equipment they already had in the basement, even though Luke swore he...

Jo sThroat Gets Nailed

When Sabrina first asked her best friend JoAnne to move in to live and work with her, she just wanted Jo to take some of her regular clients at least some of the time, to free herself up for new clients. As it was, Sabrina was seeing twelve regulars in the senior’s apartment high rise on Waterloo, seeing most of them twice a week between 10 and midnight every Monday and Thursday. She also was servicing a ten-member hockey team every Wednesday between 10 and midnight. She had about fifteen other...

Dirt Under My Fingernails

"Send me too the edge with your lust and let me touch you in your womanly place". That is all the homeless man kept on saying to the ladies' passing by as he laid on the sidewalk almost blocking passage for the people walking by. This one lady turned and muttered to the homeless man, " I wouldn't let you touch the dirt under my fingernails. And to the dismay of this lady, he replied, I wouldn't touch the dirt under your fingernails either, for it may not be dirt but something else entirely. The...

Paint Dries When You re Having Fun

Paint Dries When You're Having Fun Discreet White or Fancy Pink? Rose compared the two paint samples the Sherwin-Williams employee had just handed her. Despite the name, Discreet White wasn't all that white. It was really more of a pink, although only slightly. Rose could barely tell the difference between the two. "So, what do you think? You said you wanted something with a tinge of pink, but not overbearing. I think these two are pleasant, but muted." Rose glanced at his name tag, it...

Painting my mother

Hi, I'm Ben. This is the story about my mother and me. It begins with the familiar return from college and a difficult re-insertion into the home life that I had left four years earlier and had not been part of except for Christmas holidays and the summer after my first year. Each summer after that I had worked a dream job as part of the crew for a company chartering sailboats in the Caribbean. I did that for the first two months after graduation but, due to the sagging economy, the company was...

Painting mother

This story was written by Kap007. enjoy.Hi, I'm Ben. This is the story about my mother and me. It begins with the familiar return from college and a difficult re-insertion into the home life that I had left four years earlier and had not been part of except for Christmas holidays and the summer after my first year. Each summer after that I had worked a dream job as part of the crew for a company chartering sailboats in the Caribbean. I did that for the first two months after graduation but, due...

Painting MomChapter 2

“You’re not serious?” Mom was aghast. “You don’t really think I’m going to let you smear that mess all over me, do you?” “But you’re the model. You look at yourself in the mirror as you work. It has to be on you.” “Why can’t you just paint the statues?” “Two reasons,” I explained. “First, nobody wants a painted statue.” “I guess,” Mom concurred. “And second?” “And second,” I continued, “it’s what you see that counts. You’ll see a different array of light and shadow and that will change...

Painting with Lydia

CHAPTER 1 Eddie Carter had been working for Gilmore Home Decorators in Crawley, England, for three weeks and during that time had been painting commercial premises – a paint store, gymnasium, bicycle shop and bakery. The Australian preferred painting homes where there was always the chance of the woman of the house providing coffee and freshly-buttered scones for morning and afternoon tea and a hot lunch in return for excellence in painting. Eddie wasn’t sure how women could tell if the...

Paint Me Miss

I was completely submerged in water, the only part of me that was sticking up was the top of my head and my nose so that I could breath. It was so warm my head span even though I was lying down but the weak feeling was welcomed by my hot body that writhed beneath my hand. My left fingers slipped between the lips of my sex and gently rubbed the juices that I could feel despite the water. My body instantly responded to the touch and made my hips buck. I had to be at an art class soon, but I was...

Painting and Pleasure

My eyes were heavy and tired. I had smoked that morning before going into work. I shouldn’t get high before work. But I knew I was going to be here by myself today. No boss or other crew. I wanted to feel good. So, I took down a joint with my roommate before heading out. Now my brain was hyper focused on the evenness of the brush strokes. I didn’t want to leave any evidence that I was stoned when I left this afternoon. I had to make sure everything was perfect. There were feet on the stairs...

Paint a Picture of Dominance

Painting a Picture of Dominance By :Blmorticia “I’m missing you honey. I can’t wait to get back and make love to you.” “I know, baby, but it’s only been one night.” “Yeah, one lonely night,” he said. Distracted, I looked at our wedding photo on my desk. Here I was, at home because I had a deadline to meet while he was enjoying a trip to England to visit family. As I listened to my loving husband and slave on the other end, I chuckled, “You’ll be back in our bed before you know it, besides...

Paint Ball

Paint BallA Fantasy by Sardonicus It all started out as a way to heighten the interest in our Paint Ball competition. The men in our group had been playing for some time and we had the luck to have a member who owned some land out in a rural area. We had converted it to a Paint Ball war field, complete with areas suitable for constructing camps for headquarters. It was a good forty acres in size, with no immediate neighbors, so it was ideal for our purposes. We basically had some...

Paint It Black

Author’s Note: This has long been one of my favorite songs, it has such an elemental rhythm that you can feel the song. There has been a lot of speculation over the years about ‘what does it mean?’ but little agreement. This story is what I feel as I hear the song. Mick Jagger and Keith Richards wrote ‘Paint It Black’ with the assistance of other members of the band, especially Bill Wyman and Brian Jones. Thanks to Techsan for his editing support – without his aid readers would be literally...

Paint It Black

I SEE A RED DOOR AND I WANT IT PAINTED BLACK Because of some quirk in human nature we always seem to remember what we were doing when some life-altering event happens. For me, well, it turned out I was doing something stupid and trite. We had just finished a major project at work and everyone on the team was given a week off. Half were to go one week and the other half the next. I remembered my boss, Wayne, pleading with me, "Damn, Jim. I know you have worked even more hours than I have on...

Painting

He looked like a pirate standing there with a bandanna tied around his head, his dark hair escaping in wisps. The only thing covering his tanned body was a pair of low slung ragged pants that looked like they had been cut off above the knees with a dull knife. He was facing a large canvas and the sunlight was casting shadows through the windows along the western end of the loft when she walked into the huge area. She stood inside the door and watched as he brushed paint on what looked like a...

Nails

I’m good looking enough but nothing special. I’d give myself a seven on a scale of one to ten, though I’ve been told I deserve better. I have short brown hair, I’m not comfortable dressing sexy or wearing a lot of makeup, and I’m not outgoing, which isn’t surprising, since I’m a software engineer. I’m kind of nerdy, but at least my figure is attractive. It gets me attention, but it’s not always the kind of attention I want. By contrast there’s this girl in accounting. Her name is Tina, and...

Paint Splash

Erin sighed softly as she looked at the blank canvas. Her art final was due tomorrow and she was still looking at an uninspiring wall. She ran her fingers through her thick dark hair, teeth nibbling at her full lower lip. She shook her head as she laid the canvas on the ground, her paints spread out nicely on the table. She stood before the canvas, hands on her voluptious hips, the loose tunic hanging on her thighs, her long silky legs stretching from the shirt. Shawn smiled as he peeked into...

Paint Splash

Erin sighed softly as she looked at the blank canvas. Her art final was due tomorrow and she was still looking at an uninspiring wall. She ran her fingers through her thick dark hair, teeth nibbling at her full lower lip. She shook her head as she laid the canvas on the ground, her paints spread out nicely on the table. She stood before the canvas, hands on her voluptious hips, the loose tunic hanging on her thighs, her long silky legs stretching from the shirt. Shawn smiled as he peeked into...

Paint and Pictures

Dave parked his car, grabbed his camera, and strode eagerly to the house. He only paused to turn the handle before he walked through the front door. Dave had been here many times before, and was well aware of May’s open door policy. She was more likely to tear you apart for knocking and making her answer, than if you just walked in like you owned the place. Walking through the door Dave found the living room empty, but heard the soft sound of music playing from a room down the hall. “May! Are...

Paint it Summer

Her name was Lucy and she took a shine to me right away, which was kind of nice. By the second day I figured out that she was into girls because of the way she kept checking out my ass. I mean several times a day if I was bending over a paint tray there was Lucy checking out my tight teen ass. So by the second week I decided to push the issue, I started wearing shorter and tighter shorts, and made a no underwear pact which meant that when Lucy checked me out she might have just as well have...

Painting in the wrong outfit

I bust open the door and their you stand. You have a paint brush in your hand and you just stare at me. You don't know why I'm there but you have an idea. I start to walk toward you. You drop the paint brush and start to back up. I get closer you keep backing up. I'm three steps away and you back into the wall you have been painting. I take the last three steps and all you can see is lust in my eyes. Your scared, you wasn't expecting this but you know it's about to happen. I rub the sweat off...

Paint Ball Wars

Paint Ball Wars Well, it was finally time. It was early December, there was snow everywhere,and I was going to Panama to get warm. I had taken a two week vacation,and I was going to spend it hunting women. That's right, I was goingto hunt women. I had heard about a place in Panama where you could huntwomen on a private ranch. I had checked out their website and then had them send me more informationby mail. I was ready for it. My girlfriend of five years had cheatedon me and then...

Paint Job

{ i’m taking the feedback from my previous story and applying it to this one..hope its better. Laptops annoy me…so i end up having grammar/spelling issues. } Karly stared at the paint then glanced up at her bedroom wall. Two cans. It seemed as if it wouldn’t cover the whole room, but Karly may by surprised. She had called up her pretty good work friend Nicole to help her out, she was a very ‘do it yourself’ kind of girl. She loved working with her hands and doing a bunch of artsy fartsy stuff....

Painting

This paint looked like cum-- I fantasized about it dripping off my body while I painted with it for about an hour, imagining it was cum from all the men my wife has ever flirted with. I didn't actually taste it but I sure as fuck felt it, exhilarated to squeeze the black nine inch roller as the white sticky liquid oozed all over my hands and dripped onto the floor. I was liberal and sloppy with the paint, letting it drip, imagining a Man putting His Cock inside Her, while I lay helpless in...

Paint Me A Picture

Chloe slid the key card into the slot. The little green light blinked twice and she heard the click. Pushing open the door, she struggled to get in to the sitting room with her computer bag and bucket of ice. It had been a long, mentally draining day but now she was home, at least whatever hotel was home that week. Placing her keys, key card, and the filled bucket of ice onto the wet bar, she thought of his text, the instructions. “get ice, fill a bucket, bring it back to the room.” Smiling...

Paint me a picture

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