The connecting flight to New York was cancelled: bad weather. The airline would put us up for the night, but in Sierra Leone there were few hotels. Passengers would have to share rooms. I stood at the hotel desk. . They gave me the key. I went to the room and opened the door. Two beds. There was already a suitcase, open on the far bed. I heard the water in the shower running. Who was my room-mate? I brought in my things.

Jennifer My arms and legs were sore as I sat on that fat cock, sliding it deep inside me while Jared fucked my former best friend in the bed. Forced to stare at my own image on the mirror, I knew I had sunk as low as I could, I was no longer human in their eyes, something to play with, to use and abuse, their slut. They were wrapped in white sheets when they opened the door, laughing and Margaret had that just fucked look about her as Jared untied my legs so I could stand painfully, leaving the

It was fantastic, this anger that seethed through him. Deep within his very core, it churned and boiled until it turned into a black viscous mass that threatened to erupt. His heart felt like a lump of coal; hard and yet strangely vulnerable, useless until the flame ignites a fiery, raging reaction of love and hate. His mind was awhirl as frozen images of insidious delight tormented him with the clash of lust and

Fantasy Fiction, I,ve always had the fantasy of Rape, or at least forced sex with a young girl or two, as a man of yrs old with a decent body,although I say it myself, I decided that today was the day I would kidnap a girl take her back to my place and rape her. My intended victim was a girl at the school where I teach, she was the schools biggest tease,always flashing her breasts in class,anyway her cleavage. I had overheard her telling a friend how she was off to the cinema that night to see Shrek , and she was meeting her boyfreind

He called her three days later and they met at a local coffee shop called Caf Z. They sat at a corner table drinking coffee and talking about many topics, the weather, sports, music, current events, and their families. They were there for hours enjoying each others company when Ariel asked him to come to her house for dinner the next night. He accepted right away, saying, "Ill even bring the wine, honey." Since the next day was Saturday and Ariel was off from work, she went to the store to get the groceries needed for her dinner with Jack.

Angie Everhart had just moved into her new house. The money that she made from her modelling assignments had bought her this modest, but old and charming cottage in the hills. She was nearly two miles from the nearest houses, and was in the middle of moving some of her things in. Her car was full of furniture, and equipment for the kitchen. The first thing that she needed to do was plug in the phone, so that while she was

Yes, I am nosy and I do ask a lot of questions that really are not my business, hoping to get answers! Still, I ask, hoping to get an answer to the big one, "Why am I what I am," and I still have no clue. Seeing as how there are more here reading stories, I thought I would throw out a few Questions to those of you who are Tged, including ABs, LGs, and ABGs ; you know who you are. Think about what you are, and what I am asking about. Many of the answers are already there, and some may lie just below the surface.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Jeremy drew back an inch or so; my tight sphincter implored him not to leave. Gently, the cock would pause briefly and return pushed by the manly force of my gentle lover. I could feel the head of his cock pulsate at the brink of orgasm. Poor Jeremy was trying so hard not to cum. He kept his eyes closed and his brow furrowed. His breaths were long and deep. This was about all any man could take.

After dinner Ive noticed that the wine is starting to take effect. Youre slowly letting go of you inhibitions, and curiosity is taking over. You pose the question of the eye hooks that in the door frame to my bed room. I reply thats to tie you up. The image in your mind makes you blush a little, but the grin on your face says that youre just curious enough. Taking you by the hand I lead you down the hall.

"You have beautiful feet," he remarked. "Very long and narrow. You know what they say about guys with long feet?" He raised up my leg and peeked under the towel. A gleaming grin came across his handsome face. "Obviously, what they say is true." Joseph continued working on my legs, up and down, massaging the calves of my long, hairy legs.