She Wants a Real Cowboy Pt. 06

"I freaking hate this," Tyler complained, his voice cracking with static and muffled by background noise. Danny sighed. "Me too. Where are you?" "On my way to my physics lab. I hate physics so much. At least there are some hotties to look at." Danny snorted. "Hotties? And, it's only been, what, three weeks?" "Eh, I guess more like decent sevens. Just eye candy, nothing I'm interested in, just something that helps me through class. And, it's already three weeks too many," Tyler grumbled. "Fuck you, bitch, watch where you're going!" Tyler growled. His tone was softer in his next breath. "Sorry, punk ass bitch on a fucking skateboard just tearing down the freaking sidewalk." "Well, only seven weeks to go?" Danny said, trying to be optimistic. "You wanna hang out tonight?" Tyler sighed, then the wind blew a bunch of static into his ear for a second so he missed the first part of Tyle

First story , all comments and advice welcome! x, prettypedantic ————— "Face down, ass up," you say. You sound confident for someone who hasn't done this before, and I know I'm already wet. "Are you sure about this, Justin?" You slap my ass hard, and I let out a yelp. "It's 'sir' to you, slut." "Yes, sir," I pout, as you take your belt and wrap it around my wrists. "Not too tight, right?" you ask, and I nod. "Yes s-" I'm cut off as you grab my panties and roughly yank them down to around my knees. I can't help but moan as you trace your finger up my slit, and I can hear the smirk in your voice. "Christ, I've barely touched you and you're soaked. Who's a horny little girl?" I'm glad you can't see me blush, and I keep quiet. You spank me again, harder. "Answer me when I talk to you, slut." You take my panties off completely, and I feel so exposed. "I am,

Group Fun in the Snow This is a follow-on tale from Group Fun in the Dunes, a story about 12 mature friends and their holiday escapades one summer. I'm very grateful to EditingAlix for all the help in editing this story and offering advice for future works. — — Several months had passed since the group of 12 mature friends had spent an interesting week away during the summer. Now thoughts were turning to the winter ski trip and the final pieces (or people) were finally falling into place once more. Nicholas was credited with making the summer trip such a sexy success by introducing a risqué group game, with all participants dressed in togas. He wanted to take the lead again and instigate another hot situation. This time it was to be a card game, preceded by a 'Flip, Sip or Strip' drinking warm up. He decided to try this out with his wife Annie and friends Bob and Jenny, Miles and Sara before they all set off. This would also be a test to see if Miles and Sara were really

A friend of mine thinks I'm obsessed with Marjorie's ass. I admit it, together with Aunty Doris my life is diffused in the glow of their curviness. The same "friend" criticised me for opening my stories of Marjorie, Susan and/or Andrew in sexual positions. I get my best ideas when I'm fucking with Susan, Marjorie or Doris. Do you want me get writer's block or something? Tell you what I'll do. I'll start this recollection in the kitchen and Marjorie is trying to unblock the sink. How's that? "Hello darling, what's the problem?" "The fucking sink's blocked Andrew." "Do you think you should be doing that in a low cut night dress, showing your tits and wearing high heels, darling. Now if you bend over, look at that, Marjorie" "Oh God Andrew, you've just slipped your cock into me. My God, you're hard. What brought this on? "Just your ass, beautiful. Do you mind if I cum into you? It's at leas

With thanks to Darrenr for running his eye over the story for me and adjusting a few things. Donna sat on the bed, blow-drying her shoulder length blonde hair in just her black stockings, black G-string and bra. She was a sight to behold. I wanted her but would have to wait because she was already late. Pulling on a red mini skirt and matching jacket she kissed me on the cheek, grabbed her stilettos, and left the house. Donna was going to the pub for a drink with her friend Kelly, a weekly treat. Donna was twenty-one and we had been married for two years. They spent the evening chatting and laughing with a group. One of the guys, Tony, had been flirting with Donna all evening, leaning in to talk to her and letting his hand brush over her stockinged thigh, laughing and smiling whenever she spoke to him. At closing time, Tony followed them outside. When Kelly left for the car, he took Donna's hand and gave her a long, sensual kiss. Donna was shocked at first, but soon she started k

She sits down in the corner of the motel with her phone, preferring the floor with its shitty carpet to the couch against the wall. Not that I blame her, having seen the numerous stains patterned on its threadbare surface. Her hair shines, still wet from the shower, the length of it sitting on the white robe that she wears secured loosely around her waist. The only way you would know she's not human is by her fangs, currently trapped around a thick cylindrical gag made of leather and oak reinforced with iron runes. She notices my gaze and winks, sensually trailing a hand down her neck to widen the view of her substantial cleavage. She's a demon. A blindingly gorgeous, unusually skilled, useful demon that had on more than one occasion saved my ass on a job. But a demon nonetheless. Her name is Kara Sanguisum Bloodoak, eighteenth in the Imperial Bloodoak Line, and, if given the opportunity, she would kill me in an instant. It's her nature to feed on the arterial blood of Gi

Having had a killer week at work, I decided to treat myself to a massage which is not something I've done in a long time. I booked a place that's close to my new apartment. I laid on the warm, cloth-covered table in the center of the room after undressing. Usually, I keep my underwear on but, for some reason, (maybe because I had just gotten sugared and was feeling myself a bit) I kept them off. I still had my towel draped over my ass when he walked in. He greeted me with a smile and got to work opening the massage oil and heating hot stones. I felt the awkwardness that comes with those first few minutes of just lying there so I looked at the back of him. I realized he was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen. He was mid-height, with carefully styled, chestnut hair. The lines of his back came together in a gentle 'V'. He was about my age and definitely someone I could see myself with. His nametag said 'Justin'. I let the thought of me and this 'Jus