After last night's fuck fest, June and I slept late. Both of us needed to rest and recoup. We decided on brunch. We went to a little cafe in the village owned by an American ex-pat. The place had an eclectic menu featuring Costa Rican and American dishes....
We halted our post-dinner walk and stood on the side of Brooklyn Bridge, admiring the urban landscape. "I have a hard surprise for you inside my pocket. Get it," he said, whispering in my left ear. I slipped my hand into his right pocket and felt his semi...
Cruising in the pink Cadillac, Hank and Jimi dropped Buddy and Janis at the exit to Harlem. Seeing Marilyn thumbing, they hungrily picked her up. She Immediately swallowed Hank's cock as Jimi strummed her pussy. Pulling up, they saw Duane fucking Amy up-h...
Janis, an advanced student of Gloria, her lesbian guitar teacher, was intrigued with the game. Gloria had modified 'Play-That-Lick,' a game where the player must finish the song when stopped. Her kinky naked version: play the lick correctly, get a lick fr...
Stephanie gazed at Drucilla standing between her splayed thighs, and whimpered, "Please, Miss, no more." She was tightly bound to the cruel framework, giving her sadistic owner full access to her naked form. Her breasts were mottled; nipples engorged. Ooz...
Burning with anticipation, Sherri craved the hot kisses from Maggie, her lover. A treasure accompanied each kiss. The first kiss, followed with a morsel of chocolate, was the sweetest. The kiss to her inner-thigh, then an ice-cube, was exchanged for a moa...
It was quite dark in the bedroom when my eyelids fluttered open. Was it the middle of the night? Was it early in the morning? I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to know the answer. Either way, even without looking at the clock, I was pretty confident that i...
I waited in the car, impatient. I did my homework from the driver’s seat and waited outside East Hills High for Kelly’s cheer practice to end. I was antsy. I was excited. She’d said she would hurry, but the clock turned to 4:00, and she still wasn’t out....
"Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."-WB Yeats, "The Stolen Child"***William didn't tell anyone that the baby spoke to him. Who would believe it? Inste...
