Renald Gold drove his s****r’s blue 2012 Toyota Rav4 down the highway. The five-foot-nine, one-hundred-eighty-pound Jamaican had arrived in the U.S. only days before. He thought Texas was pretty cool for the most part. He was especially happy that a pretty young sissy had hit him up on Tagged. They conversed back and forth for
15th July 2014 It’s not very often that I find myself with a day with very little to do especially on such a sunny and hot day in the middle of the week. But, I decided to go and spend a few hours at the beach and as I enjoy being naked it had to
This is going to be a true story of mine that I thought I would share with you all. Hope you enjoy…… When I first met my former best friend Brian we hit it off immediately, We both had tattoos and a lot of the same interests so when it was time to head off
It had been too long since she’d felt a man’s body working into her and fractions of each second passing fueled the fire growing inside her, a ball of need and gnawing desire. As she and her date sat across from each other, there became a natural pause in conversation and his eyes played against
Raylee should have been more careful, but she was in a good mood. She just got back from a first date and it wasn’t too bad, a little awkward, but he asked her out a second time before she got out of the car. There was the kiss before she got out of the car,
With a start Ginny woke up. Sunlight gleamed through the windows and her alarm clock blared. Wiping sl**p from her eyes, Ginny kicked off the covers and rolled out of bed. “Damn,” she thought. “Its Monday.” She stumbled into the bathroom and surveyed here naked body in the mirror. She had a slender, supple body
I eventually skulked back to the pool area and found Max and Gemma had returned and were chatting with the others. I went and knelt before my Owners and awaited instructions. They ignored me for 10 minutes then Mistress spoke, “So faggot, you stink. Go and kneel by the pool”. I did then Gemma sauntered
Chris knew he was in trouble as he sped home, knowing that he’d stayed at the party way too late…..and not only that but there was alcohol on his breath and and panties in his pocket. He didn’t care anymore, his mom was way too strict. His cavalier attitude was mostly in part because he
All the names in this story are purely fictional.Let’s start: I am 5’9 and I work out a lot. I have slept with a lot of girls, and I thought that I was straight, but that allchanged that one fateful day.My twin brother had come home from his job, and I could tellthat it had
I returned and poured champagne for them all and they had a few more whilst they chatted away. I knelt discreetly awaiting instructions, then was ordered to massage Empress Christine’s feet as a “show of gratitude” for her paying attention to me. Empress told me I was definitely in the 10% of “male peasant trash”
