Wag the Finger

"Ooooooh, this is that unfair!"
Jessica fumed as she stomped around her room. Her mother had just grounded her for two whole weeks because she had dared, DARED, go to Deb's sleepover without permission. ...

Wager

I'm fishing in the fridge for the last of the bananas when I hear you from the living room.
"Honey! Do you think you'd prefer sucking a six inch cock or a nine inch one?"
That certainly gets my attention. "What?" I say brilliantly, wandering over into the living room where you're perched on the couch, laptop on your thighs. ...

Wagons Ho Ch. 02

All too soon our idyllic stay at Ash Hollow came to an end and the wagon train resumed it's trek to the west. ...

Waikiki Curious

I was in Honolulu on business staying at one of those unfortunate tourist enclaves built on Waikiki. I had arrived on Saturday to enjoy a couple of days on the beach before my meetings on Monday. I had sunned and swam enough on Saturday and was ready to explore the beach past the front of my hotel. After breakfast, I threw on my board shorts, slid into my flip-flops and started walking down the beach. ...

Wait Until the Wedding

My family and I had come back to my mothers' hometown after my dad had lost his job. He was will open his own garage and used car lot. Mom was going teach in the junior high. I was playing football that season. I had turned an ankle in practice on Wednesday and was on crutches on the sidelines. ...

Waiter Stuffed Whore Ch. 01

Day was coming to an end. Darkness was beginning to cloak the city and Aven and her master drove around to grab a bit to eat. They came to a restaurant and went inside. Quickly they were seated. Aven's short skirt was attracting attention from all sorts of people. She was happy though that it reached far enough down to cover the mechanics her master had stuffed into her pussy earlier. ...

Waiting

It is late. Bedroom is dark, with only a single light above the computer. I've been sitting there looking at the erotic photos that you collected. What a beautiful assortment you have. There are the most amazing photographs of women's bodies. I particularly like the close-ups of the vaginas. I like looking at the different clits. The outer and inner lips of the labia. I like the view from the rear even better. ...

Waiting

Dressed in a black PVC trench coat with the outfit her Master had her wear every Thursday on underneath, Dinah knocked twice on the door to his tenth-storey flat. She waited the long minutes until He answered the door. He always made her wait... the thoughts of what might happen tonight swimming through her mind. He didn't smile as he opened the door and ushered her in. ...

Waiting

I had been waiting so patiently for you to come home, David. Today was the day - I was dressed the way that you like and I had everything ready for dinner. I was pacing back and forth, waiting to hear the sound of your van, outside. Finally, you were home.
I ran outside, impatient to feel your arms around me again. I had missed your kisses, your touches that much. ...

Waiting

Dressed as a slutty catholic school girl, I knocked on the door. Jen's father Ben answered the door with a surprised look and invited me in. My blonde hair was in pig tails tied with bright red bows that matched the bra underneath the white oxford dress shirt. Shirt was unbuttoned and tied at the bottom exposing my cleavage and navel. I found a dark plaid skirt and shortened it to just above my thighs. ...

Waiting & Wondering

You hear the door open and I gently murmur a hello to her as I guide her from the entrance area of the room to the bedroom. ...

Waiting Ch. 01

Stout cords bind your wrists and ankles to the legs of the round dining table, leaving you shivering in a mix of excitement and fear, not quite remembering how you got here, but remembering Him. One who always ties you here. You can just see over the edge of the table, but can't see behind you as the touch of cold steel presses against the small of your back. ...

Waiting For Death

Nervous young man sat in the corner of his dark cell, waiting to die. His hands trembled as he tried to clasp them in prayer, his full lips quivering as he choked back the tears. He didn't want to die. He was only twenty. His whole life should have been ahead of him. And yet, in a few short hours when the sun rose, he would leave his cell and meet his executioner and the guillotine. ...

Waiting For Ride

DWITTB: "your parent's picking you up billy?"
Goodole312: "not for a while"
DWITTB: "ok..wait with me sweetie"
Goodole312: "ok"
DWITTB: "you are big for your age.. ...

Waiting for Searching

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