Just Call Her Queen of Porn Pt. 02

The following morning, Celeste opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Craig next to her. The room was still steeped in shadows, but she could make out his peaceful expression, and the way his full lips were slightly parted as he slept. She reached to turn off the alarm before it had a chance to sound, then snuggled closer to Craig, breathing in his scent and basking in the warmth of his skin. He let out a soft moan before his eyelids fluttered open and he smiled at her. "Good morning, baby," he murmured. "Good morning," Celeste whispered back. She noticed that Craig immediately realized it was Celeste lying next to him, and not Alice. He no longer felt uncertainty, or fear of being tricked, for he could tell the two women apart now. She slid her hand over his bare chest, then slipped her fingers beneath the sheet covering the lower half of his body. Craig moaned louder when Celeste stroked his erection. "Oh my, it does feel like a good morning!" she sai...

Author's Note: All characters are above the age of 18. I want to thank my wife for editing and my friend Ann for her encouragement. Vince was furiously typing lines of code as he leaned forward. His orange glasses glinted with the gleam of his computer screen. He grit his teeth, hit the return key three times, and then sat back with a groan. "Now, I just need to compile this piece of shit..." he uttered before glancing at the time. "Fuck." He hit save, shut down his computer, and then rushed to the door. He stopped the moment he opened the door. Persephone was kneeling in front of the door wearing only black lacy panties, her collar, and cat ears. She looked up at him and smiled; his cock stirred. "How was your day, Sir?" she asked with a smile. "Uh - long," he hesitated. "I was supposed to get off 30 minutes ago. Were you sitting here this whole time?" She nodded. "You didn't have to do that...." "I know. I wan...

As always, thank you for the feedback, both good and bad. This chapter gets a little bit nasty, as Michelle tries to figure out how deep her rabbit hole goes, so it might not be for everyone. I have lots more material to work with, and the next couple of parts will be focused on her exhibitionism and submission. This could go on for a while. Hope you enjoy! When Pete got back to the room where Michelle was, he entered through the still-open door, and he was surprised by what he saw. He had expected all the men to file out after Michelle's orgasm, and after cumming - some of them twice - all over her body. Instead, around the room, were Jim, Mike, and Bob, along with 4 other men. Some of them were sitting in chairs they had pulled in from other rooms on the hall, and some were sitting on the bed. Three of them were puffing on cigars near an open window, and they were talking with an air of stuffiness as they relived Michelle's sluttiness from earlier. "I'd never let m...

Morning comes and I awaken. I am spooning my wife and her naked body is pressed back against mine. I love waking up with her in my arms and her petite little butt pressed up against my cock. This has led to many mornings with me holding her against me and taking her from behind as I spread her legs and push my cock between her thighs into her hot wet pussy. We both enjoy starting out the day this way. As I open my eyes feeling her pressed against me, I realize two things. We are not in our own bed, and we are not alone. The events of the previous night come back to me. I realize we are still in Dave and Mary's bed with them and that last night was real and not a dream. I still had the taste of Dave's cum in my mouth. I smiled thinking about how great his cock felt in my mouth as I gave my first blow job. I loved feeling him lose control and tasting his cum was something I was going to want to do again! What was my wife going to say when I told her I not only had sex with Mary...

Sharing this VERY strange experience that began as me attempting to create an audio about my bizarre genetics, medical issues and spiritual/energy needs but as I was doing this, my session was hijacked by a certain Celestial energy... a deity of communication who felt some thanks for all the success I have had communicating with people needed some attention. 😳😅 rnI will leave you go draw your own conclusions but following this I looked up “sex with deities” and found I might need a teacher in Tantric Yoga, a practice I haven’t studied but apparently I have been teaching in a roundabout way.... how fascinating! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (33.5 min/mp3) * * * * *" https://www.flightsim.com/vbfs/member.php?1070348-fahocici https://board.radionomy.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=251378 https://www.guvi.in/qa/429/in-java-write-a-simple-hello-world-program https://developer.tobii.com/community-forums/members/wafeqapu/ https://help.g...

EXTENDING THE MILF LIST: CHAPTER 23 Finding the Path Beyond the MILF List "You can't fuck for a living if you are a man." I spoke the words with the eager conviction of the newly converted, the acolyte newly minted, brim full of the certainty that insufficient information tends to create. My excuse is that I was a youth, pure and simple and I had just had the most incredible days of delight, fucking a host...or would it be a hostess...the Holy Host? The Holly Host? The Holly Hostess? Whatever, I fucked the semantics out of a lot of females. I fucked them all, a coterie of females so that my perspective on life was canted in favor of pussy and then de-canted to fill me with doubt about the wisdom of allowing pussy to so thoroughly dominate my life. Now, in this surrealistic moment, I was being confronted with a contrary view from the sixth degree of separation. But it was far from that simple because it was the sixth degree of separation from three or four points in my...