1. DARK Submission: A Bisexual Journey


    Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Bi-sexual, Black, Gay, Group Sex, Interracial, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 85, Source: sexstories.com

    I smiled, "Actually I got you two presents." "You cheated," she said, slapping me, her breast almost falling out of her thin apron. "I just wanted to show you how much you really mean to me," I answered, handing her the small box. "You shouldn't have," she said, her eyes betraying how pleased she was that I had ignored her present perimeters. "Yes I should’ve, you deserve to be treated like the perfection you are," I replied, realizing just how corny I sounded as soon as I heard my words aloud. "Perfection am I?" She laughed, as she began opening the box. "I teach math and coach basketball, flowery odes of love are not really my forte," I countered, defending myself. "That is why I fell for you, Adam, your caveman romance," she quipped, opening the box. After a pause, as she stared at it, she said, "It-it-it is beautiful." "As are you," I added, meaning it. Her crystal blue eyes, glowing red cheeks, adorable dimples and sultry sweet lips created the most beautiful woman I had ever known. She took the promise ring out of the box and put it on her finger. "Wow!" "So you like it?" I asked relieved. "It took me forever to choose the right one." "It is perfect," she smiled radiantly. After a long, tender kiss, she said, "I really did only get you one sex present." "That’s okay, all I really need is you," I answered, meaning it. I didn't need presents, I just needed her love. Grabbing my hand, she led me to the living room. "I didn't bother wrapping it," she explained, letting my ...
    hand go and going over to my blu ray player. "Before we start, you still have to unwrap your other present," I pointed out. "Give me, give me," she said, reaching for the package behind my back. "I don't know," I teased, moving the package out of her reach, her firm small breasts crashing into me. Demonstrating impressive flexibility, she swung around me and with lightning speed grabbed the box from me. She opened it and smiled, "You dirty, dirty man. You want me to dress up like some slutty little twelfth grader for you to fuck." Her tone was playful and I loved it when she talked dirty. "Better you in a school girl outfit then some actual slutty eighteen-year-old, and trust me there are lots to choose from." "I bet there are," she smirked playfully before kissing me hard. Breaking the kiss a minute later, she gave my stiff cock a firm squeeze through my pants and said with naughty promise, "I'll be back in five, Teach." I watched her leave, my mind envisioning all the things I wanted her to do in my schoolgirl fantasy. Even though I had envisioned it in my head exactly what she would look like in the sexy outfit, nothing prepared me for what she actually looked like, especially since she had completed the image by putting her hair in pigtails. "Holy shit," I elegantly complimented, my inner Neanderthal coming out in full force. "Oh, you really do know how to flatter a girl," she teased, turning around to show me the outfit from behind. "I can officially die and go to heaven ...