For any of those who have read my True Story (My wife, Her friend an Opportunity) regarding my now ex-wife then you would wonder why in the world I would fuck her. Even though she drove me almost pure crazy back in the day plus I would never consider getting back with her, I sure
They Have a Bone in Them?Little sister asks, I didn’t know they had a bone in them?Disclaimer: All sexual activity is between characters over the age of 18. Any similarity between these characters, and any other real people is entirely coincidental.I don’t have a PhD in English or Writing. So, give me a break on
A few words from Jayne.I explained with Part 1 that I was trying something different. It may or may not work and I would like my readers to be the judge of that. Please bear with me as I explain.I am going to take some of the stories that I wrote about my son and
My neighbors house was a lot more fun than i had anticipated. I was surprised when my neighbor asked me to watch their dog while they went on a cruise. They told me i could just come over to their house to feed him and take him outside, and they would pay me. I agreed
The cover band outside the kitchen had been playing the end of “With or Without You” by U2 as Helen finished blowing Franky.The appropriateness of the repeated chorus at the end of that song was not lost on me as Franky deposited all of his vile sperm into my beautiful wife’s welcoming throat.”… and you
“No, wait!” I planted my feet on the floor so that the two officers holding my arms had to stop walking. “That’s Mark, please, let me see him!””Sorry honey, we can’t. You have to come here to the other room with us. Your brother is here at the station too, so if you want to
I recognized her outfit sure as if it were a uniform. The white blouse, calf-length skirt, and black flats were standard enough at the New Essentialist Church of Christ that even an ordained infidel like myself could recognize them from a distance. Her blonde hair was in the usual low, perfectly dressed ponytail, not too
My name is Jeanie. Im a 43 yr old single black mother of my 24 yr old son. For several years I chastised myself for my wanton thoughts about my own son, but that didn’t change anything. I wondered if there was something wrong with me and if I needed to seek help. Then something
Rick was a 22-years-old university Senior and stood 6′ 1″ tall, with blond hair, and blue eyes. He looked like the typical well tanned southern Cal. surfer, except he wasn’t in souther California. He was the captain and star player of an Upstate South Carolina university’s men’s volleyball team.Rick had indeed grown up playing volleyball
All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen (18)Birthday Gift for MomRich and Lori had been living together for just over six months. They were both in the Air Force and stationed in Illinois. Her family lived in Houston but other that speaking to her mother, Julia, on the phone Rich had
Thanks to Kenji Sato for the editing and grammar.Buse’s Diary 02On the morning of the night we spent with my younger brother I was looking at the naked woman reflected in the bathroom mirror. I had cheated on my husband whom I loved very much with my own brother. I had lost myself because of
John wandered through the Halloween party having talked to multiple people throughout the night. He decided to grab one more drink before heading home. The party was fairly lavish and they even hired two different bartenders to work a room inside and also one out on the back patio, poolside.The night air was slightly cool
Chapter ThirtyAfter shutting the door and clicking the lock in place, Lindsay’s muscles relaxed for the first time since the afternoon. When they did, exhaustion pulled at her as she crashed from the adrenaline that had been spiking for so many hours. She brought a forearm to her head, leaned against the mahogany, and her
This is my second visit to the CFNM Guest House. My thoughts are enclosed in ().I knock on the door. Elvira opens it and says, “Welcome back, Male. Are you ready for a special weekend?””I think so,” I answered hesitantly. “I’m not sure whether I can handle special.””I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” Elvira says. “Let’s
*** Strippers ***Every small town has a version of a honky-tonk, enticing the local farm girls who dream of a glamourous life in show biz. Stripping for the working rednecks wasn’t the big time but it was a start. The club owners were also looking for opportunities to enhance their profits and were readily willing
A Word to the Reader: This is not literature. It is not even erotic literature – it’s an amusing (I hope!) little piece of “What if…?” I hope you enjoy.- cva~ ~ ~ ~ ~”But you didn’t get to cum yet, did you, Darling?”Don’t worry, I have an idea I think you might like. In
All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!”Teddy? Are you in there? We should talk.” Penelope stood in the hall, her heart racing. Her hair was wet and unpinned from the shower. She wore fresh clothes. She would be able to get the stains out of most of the things she’d
The CaptureKelsey eyed the package on the porch from across the street. The petite 22 year old tied her long brunette hair in a bun and then pulled her face mask down over her face. She got such a rush out of pulling off different heists & stealing. It was exciting and fun. She was
TrishRecuperationGod, I hadn’t been this hungover since my thirties. And I hadn’t even had that much to drink. Well, sure, a couple extra drinks at home after the whole ‘Trish’ incident. But still. Getting old sucked.The sun was up, but the room still spun whenever I moved my head. The edges blurred like I was
I had heard from one of my old college friends Fred that he planned to have a bachelor party and he invited me to come, he also asked to bring my wife along as there would be two other girls at the party and that she would have lots of fun with them. He said