The much anticipated sequel. Alex cums to visit… Due to popular demand, I’ve decided to write a sequel to my story ‘Beach House Sleepover’. It’s a bit of a long story so take your time reading it. Thanks for all the positive feedback so far. If you’re offended by, or not into boy-on-boy sex, then
The Low is always there, stroking my lower back in a comforting manner, because he is a friend, I know him, he hurls his black hole body at my centre when he comes, devours me and spits me out, what is left of me, weeks, maybe months later. But he always spits me back out.
Remember Franco, the thuggish, angry white dude from the second installment of “Jerry In Prison”? He’s now out of jail and determined to find his original prison bitch. He also gets an even bigger surprise afterward! Sitting outside in my car on the street with my brother on a bright Saturday afternoon, I braced myself
“Are you sure this is how you want to spend your vacation?” my friend Claire asked. She had taken me to the airport. “You are a beautiful woman and I am sure you can find a man who would want to be with you without spending all this money.””We’ve talked about this.” I replied. “I
“Are you sure you don’t want to come home?”I sighed. “Yes, mom, I’m sure.””I don’t want it to be a burden on your sister!””Mom, she has her own house, and she offered!””But I’m your mother, I should be the one housing you.””Mom, does my room even have a bed in it anymore, or would I
On Cruise.. Part 2 This follows through on Part one on the cruise liner of the sex scene where my wife and myself indulged in on deck of the ship. On getting back to our cabin, we had now somewhat cooled off from the fantastic oral, pissing, anal stimulation and cum swallowing fun. We were
This is a story from Sri Lanka – I live in Colombo actually. The cutural setting is a bit different but hope you’ll enjoy it. This is my first story here, so bear with me. Both Vathsala and I joined the company on the same day. We were both equally qualified. I’m a very friendly
This story is strictly fiction, and is in no way based on any characters or names used. All rights are reserved. Please vote.*We were watching TV, when some commercial came on, I really didn’t want to watch. I glanced at my lovely wife Christy. She had lost interest, and had snuggled up to me, and
My name is John, and I have lived with my Aunt Nikki since I was 18 and still do just to save my money. But she is a bitch. She thinks she’s to good for anyone, and puts out a different story to the public than she does at home. She knows she isn’t perfect
Sometimes a daughter leaving home can be traumatic, but it can also have some great fringe benefits. At 21, my daughter Wendy took a job in St. Petersburg, Florida. It’s about a two and a half hour drive from our home in Naples and a beautiful little community. She found herself a nice little one-bedroom
Memoirs of a 90s Girl Ch. 02: Calvin and JonI met Calvin and Jon, in that order, on a Thursday. It was a beautiful and warm summer day. The slight breeze rapidly cooled the sheen of sweat on my skin and had the wisps of hair tickling my forehead. I didn’t have to be at
I drove past the charred remains of the house down the road from where I grew up, the result of a fire in the modest dwelling that had been vacant since the passing of the last owner a few years back, and I felt the same mixture of sadness and sweet memories I had experienced
I wanted to be raped. Not really raped. Just pretend, fun raped. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I can’t remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or…not really my
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are entirely imaginary and if you don’t like incest even as a fantasy, then this isn’t the story for you THE SIMMONDS FAMILY SEX CLUBby bumboy1.Sarah Simmonds looked out of her bedroom window and smiled at the sight that greeted her. Her parents, John and
-Where the fuck have you been?-Flying baby, what? I…I laugh, a little uncertainly, but Sarah’s not kidding. She’s in full tiny-tornado mode. Pissed off and scared, I see now. Starts poking me in the chest.-You said eight or nine and-Sarah, listen…-No! Jim! You didn’t call me and you…-Sarah…-Why didn’t you just call? I was-Sarah, it’s
(The following continues the unexpurgated diary of American professor David Rogers. Of course, names have been changed, although certain individuals will recognize themselves.If you are a young lady at least one day past her eighteenth birthday and are intrigued by our unique educational methods, please contact the editor and he will put you in touch
MY STORY_(6) by bonny45 True Story Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Sun 16th of December 2012 this is my life this is my story it is true it all started when iwas 3 year old but before i begin i want to tell you about our family my dad is one
She had planned on a quiet, romantic weekend away with a friend who seemed to be becoming more. And though she knew some of the possibilities, her current situation was beyond the fantasies she’d allowed herself to consider.Her surroundings were dark, her world inky-black. She saw nothing, heard nothing, yet she was content. She knew
Keith was the first guy that I got serious with and after that first night in my van, we enjoyed many more adventures! I’ve always been an adventurous type and always looking for new experiences and I’ve always involved myself with those who were like-minded. My circle of friends were involved in kayaking and canoeing
IJill was a very attractive, pretty, lady of thirty years. With straight, glossy shoulder-length dark copper-coloured hair, she looked at least ten years younger, with clear unblemished skin. With white even teeth and full lips, she looked for all the world like a film starlet – a young Audrey Hepburn perhaps. She was of average