Reciprocal Assistance 1
"who am i, sam?" i asked in a whisper. "you're jim..." she whispered in reply, her voice a little strained as i slipped my full finger up her rear when it relaxed some. she gasped as i put the tip of the observer toy to her rump. "who am i?"
Stiff Nightmare
His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and the usual questions of "who am i?" "where am i?" "am i wearing clothes?" filled his head and were promptly banished.
Just Another Tuesday at the Glory Hole
He's hungry and doesn't want to wait, so who am i to deny him his meal? the mystery bottom's tongue slips into my sheath immediately and gets to work.
Bound to Please : Part 2
Where are you, what is happening, who am i, all those sorts of things? first of all, let me set a few things in place. you speak when you are asked. you answer when you are asked. or else this..."
A Thanksgiving Challenge Accepted
Eh, who am i kidding...little brothers never learn! xd
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.6
Fuck, who am i kidding? it's hardly rape anymore... and i don't know what's more harmful to me at this point. the torture, or the pleasure. they each blew their load in my pussy.
Howls in The Night
"then who am i!" shadow yelled. the wolf toke back his paw. "you are not ready for the power i offer." the wolf disappeared into the darkness, and the light returned. "wait, come back. who am i? what power?" shadow yelled as loud as he could.
The Seeker, Chapter 7
If my mistress wants me to pleasure her then who am i to argue, i mean i'm not stupid you know. besides this was just the preliminary to the best part; and i was really looking forward to that bit, oh indeed my goodness yes.
Ch 13: Lakeside Passion
_damn it, who am i kidding, i enjoy this position. i desired this!_
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 31
He shook his head, "if that's the way you wish it to be, who am i to argue?" "come now quintus, you're starting to make me feel as though you've got some terrible news! especially on a night such as this."
Holiday Cheer
who am i to deprive you?" "holiday cheer?" adelaide barked out a laugh. "is that a euphemism?" "maybe ... " "you can do better. say something ... naughtier." field blinked. "like what?" "use your imagination."
The problem with cooking
* * * i give up fighting my muse, she likes me writing short pieces about sex, who am i to argue with her?