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Yasmine’s Fantasy Ch. 02
He had never seen a woman as beautiful as she was at this moment. Looking back over her shoulder at him with those dark eyes, and the perfect full lips forming a devilish smile, she encouraged him to help her fulfill her fantasy. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands caress her waist. Her body moved with the slow rhythm of passion as she rocked back and forth, the exquisite roundness of her cheeks moving in a most inviting way.
She felt his lips kissing the small of her back, and his hands slowly massaging first her waist and then lower to her butt. She felt her cheeks spread at his insistence and his tongue slide into the valley they formed. She heard the hushed Yasmine… Yasmine… Yasmine…. start as she moved her butt against his face. Up and down she slid herself across his tongue. Read more »
What Do I Gotta Do to Get Some Bead
Every year, in Louisiana, just before the onslaught of the Easter season the masses of the state have a grand celebration known as Mardi Gras. This is the last big party before the religious observance of the Lenten season. People come from all over to enjoy the festive air and decadence that surrounds the partying.
New comers are sometimes shocked at the display of nudity that accompanies the festivities. But those participating in then festivities don’t think twice about the scenery.
James, Daniel, and I decided this year to go join the fun. The temperatures were pleasant and we needed something to pull us out of the winter’s slump. So we made hotel reservations on Bourbon Street and packed a small suitcase, we didn’t need much for just a few days, and we traveled south to New Orleans. We wanted to be in the thick of things. Read more »
A Fun Night
“Note: I’ve been an anonymous fan of this site for some time, it was only recently that I became interested in trying to write a story of my own. Any comments/Helpful hints you have will be very much appreciated. I know the spelling isn’t the best, right now I’m working with MS Works, hopefully I’ll be able to get office xp or something soon. Hope you enjoy…”
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As we stumble in you reach over and wrap your body around mine in a passionate embrace. When we fall to the ground neither of us notices until we roll over and bump into the door. Ignoring it we continue to enjoy exploring each other. Eventually my fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt on their own accord and begin feeling underneath it. Your body shivers with excitement as I roll us over and position myself on top. I gently guide your T-shirt up and over your head, and begin attacking your neck with my lips while my hands caress your breasts through the fabric of your bra. Read more »
A Day In the Life Of…
I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed — but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I’ve only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I’m open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time — and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum. Read more »
A Fun Night
“Note: I’ve been an anonymous fan of this site for some time, it was only recently that I became interested in trying to write a story of my own. Any comments/Helpful hints you have will be very much appreciated. I know the spelling isn’t the best, right now I’m working with MS Works, hopefully I’ll be able to get office xp or something soon. Hope you enjoy…”
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As we stumble in you reach over and wrap your body around mine in a passionate embrace. When we fall to the ground neither of us notices until we roll over and bump into the door. Ignoring it we continue to enjoy exploring each other. Eventually my fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt on their own accord and begin feeling underneath it. Your body shivers with excitement as I roll us over and position myself on top. I gently guide your T-shirt up and over your head, and begin attacking your neck with my lips while my hands caress your breasts through the fabric of your bra. Read more »
A Day In the Life Of…
I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed — but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I’ve only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I’m open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time — and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum. Read more »
A Day In the Life Of…
I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed — but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I’ve only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I’m open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time — and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum. Read more »









