Just Call Her Queen of Porn Pt. 02

Sexual desire is an interesting and powerful force. Everyone has felt it, but it can be difficult to define. Is it an emotion or perhaps an instinct? It's heathy to share but it's very private. People deal with it in different ways. Most embrace it and weave it into their lives. Others are uncomfortable with it. They try to ignore or suppress it, but it's always there, lurking just beneath the surface. This is the story of a very beautiful young woman who was raised to ignore her sexuality, to hide it. The same as hunger it can be ignored but with time it will grow stronger. Like an animal in a cage, it can't be contained forever. Eventually the beast will find a way to break free. ******** David was nude, except for the heavy black leather collar around his neck. He was on his hands and knees, eye level and inches from the one thing he wanted most. His small penis was rock hard and throbbing. He was desperate for release but he would never dream of touching himself.

This is not a part in the series I started of the random erotic couplings of the couple. This is an actual true story, slightly embellished (I was probably a lot more awkward in real life), of how I met a stranger online, You don't find many 18-year-old virgins. But, alas, I was a semester into community college, still living at my parent's house, and was a virgin. No cock ever came close to me. The most action I got was the boyfriend in my senior year, who was too scared to grab my ass when we were making out. Ironically, he was the one who believed in saving himself until marriage. He was black and, from lowkey grinding on him, had a huge penis. So I did what any introverted, unconfident female would do. I signed up on an online meet up site and ordered a shit ton of toys. I took some pictures, updated my interests (which were a ton), and went fishing. Ideally, I would have loved to find a fuck buddy, to prevent having to find a new hook up every time. After a few (okay, a

(William slept here) Shepherd Market is a small section of Mayfair in London that dates back to at least 1735. It is composed of small shops, restaurants and flats. William was working for a UK based hedge fund in Mayfair. This was a new business for the UK. It was 1992 and there were only a handful of such firms in the UK at this time. William and May often frequented two Lebanese restaurants within the confines of Shepherd Market in the 1990's. May would often drive in from the outskirts of London to meet William at around 7PM when he generally finished his day at work for dinner. Ordinarily he would take the London Underground home as there was no other way to win traffic wise in London in the evening. It would be nice to have a ride home later in the evening. Of course, he would be in no hurry. In the early morning hours, he had more options on the way to work. He would walk out onto the main street about five minutes from his house and could catch a bus going in either direc

Author's note: this story is a continuation of a choose your own adventure series. I recommend that you begin at Momma Mia - Introduction so that the story will make sense. Mia shifted next to Tommy as she explained her plan, laying her head on his muscled shoulder and pressing her large breasts into his side. She slid one leg up on top of his until it was resting on top of his large, swollen balls, forcing them down between his legs, as she began to lazily stroke his morning wood to full life. "Chico, your cum is so thick and creamy, do you know how many women would kill to drink it? Or use it to moisturize their skin? Trust me Chico, they'll pay top dollar to give themselves facials with your special cream." Tommy massaged Mia's full ass with the arm around her back as he thought about hot women paying for the privilege of rubbing his cum all over themselves. He felt a big load building in his racquetball sized balls, he hadn't cum for hours since his midn

I am a 60+ year old bi woman. Many of my stories, originate in memories and recent events in my life. All contain a combination of real and fictional characters with names changed as appropriate to protect the 'guilty.' They are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships, most often extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature women I hope you will enjoy my stories and comment on what you liked and perhaps didn't like to help me improve. I apologize in advance if my stories seem to be just a continuation of my life journal. Where possible I will provide a reference back to the story that provides the necessary background and I sometimes, to better frame the scene, include passages from stories I have previously published. From my story OUTER BANKS As Charles and I climbed the stairs to my cabin he said, "I'll come by tomorrow to fetch Annie. I know her, I saw how she and Bailey were looking at ea