Archive for the ‘enema’ Category

Orgasms

Thursday, April 24th, 2008

so exquisitely and wonderfully punctuated with the hot,
surging semen of Jim filling to overflowing Sandy’s love canal,
its mixing with her sweet secretions, and further highlighted
with their simultaneous indescribable orgasms, was not
necessarily welcome. Too soon a good and great thing. But,
then, their newly discovered pastime need not be a one-time
thing.

Posted in Uncategorized, asshole_pics, enema, perfect slave | No Comments »

Grab her guts

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

Although she tensed up and her hand went down to his, she did not
stop him. He gentle crept up her lovely turned leg towards the
seat of passion so remote to him until now. He felt the
impenetrable fortress of under pants, but his tracing of her
furry triangle and delicate rubbing above her mons and labia were
more like a warrior scouting the bastille than a lovers touch.

Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she
reengaged him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long
time, but only a few moments, Jim’s, by now, expert hand gentle
crept up to the waste band elastic on Sandy’s panties and gentle
pulled them down.

As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim
grabbed her with both arms again and rolled her over on top of
him. As she struggled to regain her balance he quickly hoisted
her skirt up to waste level and deftly lowered her panties in
practically the same motion. By the time she knew what had
happened, he again rolled her back to the seat. She could not
reach her panties to get them back, so she had to limit herself
to trying to extract herself from under Jim again. This just
allowed Jim’s hand to again search out the tempting warm spot
between Sandy’s legs.

Posted in asian_chics, enema, hardcore, menstrual fetish, true stories | No Comments »

Sun Is Hot

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

I expect nothing. The sun is hot, the light ugly. I walk, when
I can, in the shade of shopfronts. My face is tight. I hope for
nothing. I see women whose money has made them old. Bright scarves
shame their skin, creamy powder clogs their eyes’ fine wrinkles, heavy
earrings, chokers, bend down their necks. Sweat drips from my fingers, and
am I like them? I see men whose eyes make me old. Taut, vicious boys in
suits glance at me once, but not again. Slow, dreamy blacks with
deep-creased hands hold my gaze, and their faces don’t change at all.
When shoulders brush my shoulders I feel bruised. The lunch hour crowd
returning from work in its good, painful shoes nearly crushes me, could
have trampled me on the pavement. Assholes with ponytails and twittering
shopgirls clatter up behind me and past, busy, sexless and quick. I
stop walking. I didn’t see him. Sure, who would want to? Filthy bum.
Smiling. Things in his mustache. Why look at a thing like that?
Why look at a thing like me? (more…)

Posted in bdsm hardcore, bondage female, enema, nude nurses, rather extreme, society sm, virgin_sex | No Comments »