Glory Hole Chronicles II

She is anxious and alone, in a room with no windows and only one door. She has no idea why she is even here. She would never have imagined herself here with the sight, sound and smell of sex all around. She had no idea places like this even existed.  At first she didn’t want to look. She kept her head down and her eyes to herself but curiosity soon got the better of her. As she sits and waits, a million thoughts go through her head. She tries to think of a way out, of somehow pretending, and just walking out with a smile on her face.

Until she sees it slide slowly through the hole; veins bulging along its entire length, so hard it seems to throb, so big, so thick. She stares, unable to move. None of her earlier thoughts matter now, just this beautiful dick before her. Continue reading

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Sweet Designs 2.0

He leans over and I meet him halfway, wanting this, him, just as much. Our lips meet and we kiss, all the sexual energy flooding back. I gasp, clutching him.

There are people pressing against us on all sides, wanting to get through, some dancing and some yelling. Everyone here at the festival came for a good time and nobody pays much attention to us as we kiss again.

“Come on, let’s go to the beach front or into the lighthouse.” He leads me and I follow, my dress billowing behind me.

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