Just a Set of Fuck-Holes
Remember the spreader-bar and the Sunday morning fuckery? My kinky German came good on his promise. An evening with the guys, being just a set of fuck-holes.
Remember the spreader-bar and the Sunday morning fuckery? My kinky German came good on his promise. An evening with the guys, being just a set of fuck-holes.
This one is a fun quickie. I’m working on a fantasy blog that I’ll be posting in the next few days. In this one I had a choice, I could be a good girl or I could choose not to be. No prizes for guessing which I chose 😉
Yeah, so this one is a fantasy. We had stopped at a rest-stop on a recent trip and I went to use the loo. On my way out, alone in the dark, I encountered this cliche of a guy in biker leathers. He stared so openly and insolently at me, and bam, my inner slut woke up. In that split second, I let my imagination take over and felt this delicious sense of fear, saw danger in his eyes. He stared me down, cold and brash, rude. I wonder if he could read what was going on in my head by how I looked at him. I just had to explore the encounter. The story is in the buildup, the fucking is just an after-thought.