All Comments on 'Cuffed & Muffed!'

You got an old man very stiff. It's been a long time to read anything this hot and exciting. Go, go, GO!

Nice, left wanting and needing more. Please continue with a few more chapters.

A good description of a great fuck! As with other of your stories that I've read, I like being addressed by the narrator, but would like a longer story to give you space for a little more character development and plot.

And I like the sex -- light bondage, teasing, and some oral foreplay followed up with a reverse-cowgirl move.....

Outstanding story that has my cock in a state of pure wantonness. I would have begged, not demanded for you to suck my cock though.

A Hell of a great story!

I think you have been reading my mind!! This is one of my top fantasies!!!

Morrigu!!! This is probably my #1 all time fantasy...the only thing that would make it better is that she makes herself cum many times...using his cock before finally allowing him to explode!!

Arousing? Is the Pope Catholic?

An excellent piece written with good style and in actual ENGLISH ( you know— correct spelling, proper syntax, accurate punctuation).

Nicely done, Morrigu!

like your last critic Life just isn't fair, good read,cheers

like your last critic Life just isn't fair, good read,cheers

Your story registered high on my Lust-O-Meter. Love to have my other senses heightened when one is taken away especially sight. Can you folowup with a "Cuffed and Cocked"?

.....I had a g/f do something similar to this to me at (unloaded) gunpoint....she said it was the most intense sex she ever had.

Do you make it to the hospital or do you go straight to the morgue.

You've worked yourself up to a nice orgasm, now slide back up to his waiting mouth and let his tongue bring you to another.

I knew my wife had a group of women who sat around and exchanged sexual sextets about their husbands. So, the morning after too much alcohol the night before, I awoke tied, handcuffed and blindfolded in my bed. I had only my boxers on and they were soon cut off with scissors. What happened next was a procession of women that I conservatively guessed was five had their fun with me over the weekend. Over the two days I was able to determine the identity of five women. My wife, for some unknown reason did not totally participate. Although I know the identity of five of them, I have yet made my discovery known to any of them.