Taxicab confessions
Wear a dress that will give me easy access. Play with yourself a few times in the course of the[…]
Read moreWear a dress that will give me easy access. Play with yourself a few times in the course of the[…]
Read moreShe wears a short cotton dress, no bra. The taste of my cum surely is fresh in her mouth. Her[…]
Read moreThe Historian e-mailed me what she called “marginalia” – her contemporaneous journal entries from the weekend in question (almost two[…]
Read moreOneLegUp has several different kinds of parties – they have “Eat-In” soirees, “Take-Out,” and “Tastings.” Eat-in means, well, that you[…]
Read moreI am no stranger to the dark, seamy underbelly of compulsive, driven sex. For years, I was not at all[…]
Read more“Now what?” “I want you to take control. Use ME,” I said. “I’m tired. All this bossing you around has[…]
Read moreShe is slender, has a boyish figure – she’s about 5’4″, and her breasts barely fill an A cup. She[…]
Read moreThe holidays aren’t all that conducive to sex for us. Family stress, close quarters, etc. We had a nice French[…]
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