Its amazing how quickly you can get horny when you need to. I had been working the night shift for about a year or so, and although the shift to being a night owl had been difficult, I finally adjusted. I had come to enjoy the nighttime very much. It gave me time to enjoy the quiet stillness that you can only experience in the dead of night. I had just left Taco Bell on my lunch break and was walking out to my car. I slowed as I walked outside, my stomach full of grade D ground beef

I had just gotten home for summer vacation from my first year at UT. It was a typical, hot summer day in San Antonio. My mom was still home, but she was out in the backyard doing some yard work. I had went out drinking with a couple of high school friends, so much drinking in fact that I left my car at my friends house and walked home. It was am when I woke up, and as I rolled out of bed and I had my usual morning hard on. Really hard this morning in fact, almost painful, owing to the fact that I had spent so much time with my folks over the past few days, I hadnt

I just turned my phone back on after getting into the terminal, and saw missed calls from home. "Sorry babe, the flight was delayed because of the weather." My weeklong trip to Philadelphia was finally over, the last hours of it agonizing because of the dreadful snowy weather. I dont think I had ever been happier to get back to Texas. "Oh..." N said. I heard rustling in the background. "Well im glad youre finally back, I missed you." "Me too, honey." N had been my captivatrix if thats a word, for the better part of years.

Monica toiled away at her computer, trying to find a muse, as she had for weeks now. An aspiring writer, she wanted to make a name for herself, but she was finding it exceedingly difficult. Inspiration was fleeting for her: it came and went, often too quickly for her to capitalize. She sat down to write, and all of a sudden, the idea that she had in her head was gone in a flash. Most of the stories she had started ended in a paragraph, a page if she were lucky. She would never get anything published at that rate. It was starting to adversely affect her personal life as well. She found herself not enjoying her youth and energy, rather, she was wearing herself to the bone

My mind was still reeling over what had happened with my Mom last night. So much in fact, that I stayed up a lot later than I wanted to thinking about. I thought about it so much in fact, that I jerked off just to relieve the pressure, thinking about her gorgeous body sliding up and down on me. It was a feeling that was foreign to me. Because my mother and I had always been very close, and to be inside her was euphoric. It didnt hurt that she was super sexy too! At the same time, it was exhilarating to do something that was so dirty, so taboo that I could never tell a soul.

I didnt doubt that Stacy loved me, but she had grown much more fond of what I could do for her than anything else. It was not as if she did not know who I was or my personality, but it seemed like she constantly wanted to make life as difficult as possible. Even though I worked hard, made very good money, supported her in all of her endeavours, she always seemed to have something to complain about. Through it all though, I loved her, and didnt want to lose her.

Natashas stomach and thighs tightened from the furious licking of Dasha. The mind bending secret drug that their owner gave them assisted, although Natasha knew very well that Dasha was masterful at pleasing both men and women without any aid. Today was the day of their auction, and the owner demanded that they be primed and completely alluring to all the horny potential buyers. These were not going to be nice, upstanding young boys looking for a Ms.

Leighton was very uneasy as she made her way home. She knew that her Master would not be pleased at all. She had left work a bit late, and the train was even later. Tonight was their play night, and he was usually not too understanding of being kept waiting. Although a loving Master, he could be cruel and very sadistic with his punishment, and he had no problems reinforcing the Master slave relationship, forcefully. She could not even visibly contain her nervousness. She sat in the seat of the train staring blankly out the window, fidgeting in anticipation. That was the thing about her Master, he was as far from predictable as you could get.

Mike tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep because of the creaking sounds of his big sister Cheryls bed next door. Undoubtedly, the slut had picked up another random guy and brought him home for the night, or at least for a few hours. He never liked his sister very much, they had always been rivals growing up, and the sounds of her having sex just a few feet away on the other side of the wall pissed him off to no end.

Monica sat idly on a bench in the school courtyard, rambling into her journal. She had so many thoughts in her head that she had to get them down on paper, otherwise she would go crazy for sure. She couldnt stop thinking about Mrs. Williams. She thought about her at night, she thought about her when she was playing with herself in the mornings before school, and she could barely pay attention when she was in Mrs.