thirst for cum
have you ever been addicted to anything in your life? chocolate, nicotine, alcohol if so you will know how all addicts feel, the lengths they will go to, to satisfy their yearning!
i am an addict, i openly admit that i'm addicted to cum i cannot s
i am an addict, i openly admit that i'm addicted to cum i cannot s
My next-door neighbour invites himslef in
i lay in my bath and let the heat take over me as i'm soothed by the different smells and the sound of my radio, it's late afternoon and i have waited for this bath all day whilst shopping and carrying out tasks for my grandmother. i let myself slip
getting steamier in the steamroom
i had had a fantastic work-out in the gym and had nothing planned for the rest of the day so i decided to make use of the facitlities for a change, i went to get undressed and showered and wondered down to the steamroom. i had never been in a steamro
Did not know swinging was so much fun part 1
My wife and I have been talking for a couple of years about going out to a swingers bar. So one day we were able to go out so we decided to go for it we have not done anything with anyone but sure was curious about it. The one we picked was in a hote
Luvjonesin' Part 2 Not Just Talk
His masculinity is a powerful aphrodisiac. I can feel his strength before we even touch. Tall and broadly built, I can see this eventhough he's sitting, quite relaxed, in the driver's seat. His muscles show through a knit shirt and tight dockers. Yea
Luvjonesin' Part 2 Not Just Talk
His masculinity is a powerful aphrodisiac. I can feel his strength before we even touch. Tall and broadly built, I can see this eventhough he's sitting, quite relaxed, in the driver's seat. His muscles show through a knit shirt and tight dockers. Yea
Enjoying nature alone or possibly not
After a long and arduous walk from the carpark through the rainforest, I look forward to resting in the peace and tranquility of my favourite waterfall.
As it's mid week I expect the swimming hole to be empty so that I can have the place to mys
LuvJonesin' Part 1
Here we go again. "30-something woman looking for a man who knows how to romance, appreciates candle-light dinners, walks in the park . . ." Stick a finger down my throat and give me a break. This is torture. I've been writing demure, sweetly flirty
The Red Moon
The Red Moon—
Rain pattered softly on the chilled glass pane of the gray brick estate, coating its icy surface with a layer of frost and masking the figure sleeping soundly on the bed inside. Breaks in the ice allowed slivers of moonlight to