Friday Night at The Globe

014 Wait! I did what!? Where!? Pt.2 "So, you don't want me to cover up, but you're obviously not comfortable?" I asked trying to seem surprised. "Well no you're amazingly hot..." he only got that much said and I zoned out because of the lightning storm that was going on in my vagina. I felt a twitch almost like I was being worked up toward an orgasm. This was really unusual, there had to be something wrong with me, I remember thinking. I mean I was drowning in attention, at least that's how it felt, and I loved it. Was this because at 32 years old I had never gotten much if any attention? Was I trying to overdose on attention like a drug? I snapped back to the beach and the 3 college guys there 1 sitting and 2 standing with obvious erections trying to win the fight with their speedos. I quickly decided to worry about the soul searching, why, questions later. Fuck it live for the day right? Trying to figure out a way to recover from my lapse of atte

Tilly heard her phone ring as she drove. She took a quick glance at her purse but decided not to reach for it. She wasn't going to risk even a traffic violation considering her current legal predicament. The phone chimed shortly after it finished ringing. Likely a voicemail or a text message. It could wait until she got home. It always felt ridiculous stopping at a red light this late. No cars on the road except yourself, and yet you stop and wait. All you could do was be annoyed, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to pass the time. In her rearview, she saw another car coming, then looked at the light again. Still red. She saw the yellow light appear for the perpendicular lane and started counting down from five. It almost always worked. "Five, four, three, two, one," Tilly said, letting her foot off the break to start her roll. It changed right on time, and she put her foot down on the accelerator. The car coming from behind whipped around on the oncoming lane,

Unbeknownst to me, my girlfriend had put in an extra pill with my allergy regimen, nothing bad, just an extra pill with what I took everyday. Said it was for the dehydration. Strangely enough in hindsight, it actually did help with that. Also unbeknownst to me, is that the pills were a stimulant that worked with arousal to temporarily increase the size of male genitals, when taken once a week. Anyway, she was amazing in bed, it had gotten to the point that other women just didn't arouse me compared to her. Not that I even wanted to. This made it difficult when she was away on business trips, as I would get progressively more and more pent up the longer she was gone with no chance of release until she got back. This trip was particularly hard, literally. It was the end of the third week and I was almost constantly erect, at night I'd try to jerk myself off but I'd just produce an ungodly amount of precum before my arms got too tired to continue. That was, until she came ho

It wasn't an easy decision, but when I decided to completely cut my sissy husband Siphie off from any contact with my pussy, I wanted to make sure I had alternatives for him. Even though he hadn't fucked me since I first cuckolded him years ago, he was still eating Clarence's voluminous loads of sperm after every fuck. And he'd eaten every load from every guy before that. Clarence didn't want him to have any access anymore. The licking and eating had become something that really was only for Siphie. It was time for a change. So, I figured this would be quite the adjustment. To completely recreate his pussy eating experience, I broke down his replacement journey into two parts: 1) eating Clarence's sperm 2) sucking and tasting my essence. 1) There will be plenty of opportunities for Siphie to still enjoy Clarence's cum. For instance, I can squat out the sperm onto a dinner plate and Clarence and I can watch him lick his plate clean. Clarence can wear a con

Tori Kelly stepped into her tour bus, ready to sit and relax for a while before setting off on the road again. The crew and band were all out and she was afforded the rare treat of having the entire bus to herself. But then she stood and pondered to herself. This seemed like an odd tour bus. She didn't recall ever having the option of a bus with a whole bed in the back. Even if it slipped her mind, she never would've agreed to the bed having a nearly naked woman on it. "Um, hello? Can I help you?" Tori approached the strange room with caution. The blonde girl on the bed motioned for her to come closer, keeping her back to Tori. The woman was seated upright with her legs crossed in front of her, dressed in nothing but a white bra and matching panties. As Tori got closer, the woman became more and more recognizable. "Taylor?" Once Tori reached the back of the bus, she got her answer. The woman was Taylor Momsen, a rock singer Tori had crossed paths with more

This is a continuation of Will's adventures in his new job. In Pt. 01 we met Emily and his team. Following his encounter with Emily at the end of a hard day Will accompanies the girls to the pub in Pt. 02. You don't need to have read the first episode to enjoy this one, but it might help. ***** The pub was on the town's riverside and was full of people enjoying the evening sunshine, sipping drinks on the terrace. There was a hubbub of chatter and laughter as Emily guided Will through the tables to where Jo and Michelle were sitting. Will had been quiet on the walk over from the office through the verdant parkland. His mind was still confused about her actions and motives, he felt like he was in a film in which he had no control over his destiny and these women were playing with him. He couldn't work out how they reconciled working together with teasing him all the time, or how his own actions had become compromised. He wanted to act in the way a senior manager of a pr

Somewhere there is a magical realm populated by an immortal race, the Wom. When they grow tired of life, they sleep for years where they dream of an existence in a world very much like our own, a life-dream. In those dreams they fight and discover and struggle and love and fret about the day that the dream ends. --+- Saengdao was installed in her observation cage. Generally, no objects are attributed as being the possession of a slave, for that is what Saengdao was. This cage, however, was built specifically with Saengdao in mind. She was the only individual who had ever been inside it. And so, all considered it to be hers. It was a small cage, flat on the bottom and rounded up top. She knelt on a comfortable cushion set into the base. There was no room to stand. As her job required no use of her hands, they were cuffed out of the way, behind her back. Saengdao wore nothing beside her bonds. The cage was affixed to an articulating mechanical arm which allowed a mistress to position