Hiking Solo

"Baby it's been such a long day, I could use a back rub." As soon as I said it, I knew where it would lead. Your smile told me you knew it too as you say, "I'll get the lotion." I ditch my top and lay face down on the bed, still wearing my little lounge shorts, I get comfy resting my head on my arms waiting for you. When you arrive you straddle my body, sitting on my rump, open the lotion and squirt some on my skin. It's cold, but the warmth of your strong hands followed rubbing them up and down my back smearing the lotion in. I start to sink into that relaxation as you caress and message my sore muscles. I begin to breathe deeply and drift away. Your hands are like heaven. Working my neck, then my shoulders. I breathe out a deep sigh accompanied by a little whimper. Your voice is so relaxing as you tell me a little bit about your day. Such a gentle tone, as if it's attempting to lull me to sleep. By the time your hands reach my ribs, I'm nearl

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She was standing behind me in the TSA check in line for the flight to Phoenix. I had noticed her walk in with her friend. She was tall and plain, wearing a very short dress that accentuated the mass of her breasts and the length of her legs. Neck length red hair. Actually, it was cut at the jaw line which gave a full view of her neck. I don't know if it was a long and delicate neck, or if it just appears that way because the haircut. It had a neotenous effect, making her look young and fragile, though she was not. Her features were more delicate and refined than her body would suggest, even the fashionable dark brown lipstick could not bulk up her features. And the clunky Doc Martins with neatly rolled socks, a yard of bare leg and a little girl dress from the 1930s. Hardly a classic look, but oh so fresh, so raw. Tracy was telling her friend, (who was not her boyfriend) how she didn't like to give blowjobs but found nothing as pleasurable or intimate as her boyfriend giving

Hi, everyone. I'm just putting a toe in the water with a true story instead of fiction. The fiction will come. About Sarah... I made male foot fetish wrestling clips on a site called Clips4Sale under the name of Victor Black. I was and am average build, handsome, it seems, and I have very shapely feet and sensual looking toes. I loved to wrestle men and women, young and old, and walk barefoot all over them on mats, in wrestling rings, using a framework of pro-wrestling or of freestyle wrestling. My feet were always hogging the glory. I met Stella when she responded to my ad asking for men or women willing to be submissive in foot fetish vids for fifty an hour. Stella was about sixty, beautiful blonde hair, sexy feet, good looking for sixty, and very talkative. She was a writer and social media marketer and taught college-level creative writing. Sitting down with her at coffee, I remember having to describe the action. "See, it's like bullying someone so badly that you ca

Ai shuddered as she felt the hot cum shoot into her, giggling around the cock currently in her mouth as she felt the warmth spread to the rest of "special" fan meetups, where only her top 10 fans were permitted to participate. It wasn't uncommon for idols and pop stars to do fan meetups, though usually they had whole events for them and not private meetings in an unmarked building. Most fan meetups are mostly acted out. The performers pretend and "put up" with their fans just to generate some ground swell for an upcoming performance. Ai did those events as well but she was always genuine with her fans. She truly appreciated them and loved each and every one of them as they loved her. Hence she had the idea for a more "personal" meetup. It was an easy enough system. Her manager and team of experts looked at all of her fans and picked the top 10 most dedicated ones each month. How they calculated who was most dedicated she didn't know nor care abou

Chapter 29 The visions from the staff had repeated themselves several times before Shavala realized they were gradually being stretched out over longer periods. Now, after carrying it for hours, a scene that had once been just a brief glimpse might last for over a minute, without showing anything more than it had the first time. The things she was seeing had to be elder magic, and likely druidic, but the visions didn't give her any indication of their purpose. The arms she occasionally saw holding the staff were usually slender, like an elf's, but the visions always came from the bearers' eyes, so she never saw the bearers themselves. And then, suddenly, there was a new vision she hadn't seen before. The staff, still green wood, stood upright in the center of a clearing ahead of her. It balanced on its own without any support, only the narrow end touching the ground. As she—or the her that was in the vision—approached, an eagle passed overhead, crying out as it flew o

Maxine was not your average twenty-two-year-old girl. It was a fact, though admittedly an odd one, that she had thought about many times over as yet short life. Most girls don't lose both of their parents in a car crash when they are only eighteen and most in need of their parents' astute guidance, most girls don't adopt their two younger sisters when their parents die, but most importantly of all, most girls don't have a ten-inch dick. However, Maxine had lost her parents and when they had been taken away from Maxine and her sisters, she had adopted her two younger sisters, it had been all she could think to do to keep what remained of her family together despite the life-altering effect it had, had on her. As only Maxine's best friend Lucille could attest to Maxine did have a long, thick and shapely ten-inch cock. Maxine's dick had never really troubled her, mostly. Sure, she had to be careful on occasion, she couldn't wear short skirts and things like t

Chapter 10 Tim sat in his seat, just looking at the viewscreen. Sarha noticed him merely sitting. "Tim, my previous Captain, use to sit and think about the things that had transpired. Are you doing the same thing?" "No, I'm thinking about the skirmish to come, I just hope no one gets injured, except for the pirates. Sarha, I'm worried about the girls and the upcoming fight. I have never worried this much about any upcoming fight before. Why is this so different?" "Tim, do you care for the girls? It may perhaps be you have feelings for each girl." Sarha replied. "I have only known them for a short time; how could I have feelings for every one of them?" Tim replied, still seated looking concerned. "Tim, you have saved each and every one of them. You may think you need to protect them." Sarha stated. She could try making it sound like a fatherly thing, but since he's had sex with three of them are ready, that would make it ev