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The female lead in this tale is borrowed from Chapter 3 of my series, ‘Bunny Inc.’. While it’s not necessary to read that before delving into this narrative, I’d recommend it if you’re interested in learning more about her. However, bear in mind that the two stories are quite distinct in nature.I found myself enamored
“Keep sucking Daddy’s cock. That feels so good babe.” I encourage Stephanie as I lay on the recliner in the living room. Stephanie got all B’s on her midterm exams and I feel that she deserves a reward. Stephanie ignores me and continues to devour me, never breaking eye contact. I moan as her long
A quick note: My stories aren’t for everyone. If you don’t like very petite women with really huge breasts, mother-son incest (or the use of the word “mommy” in a sexual context), portrayals of women as bimbos (see below for a note on that), and totally unrealistic scenarios, they might not be for you. If
I want to thank bridgeburner99 for her on going proof reading, advice and encouragement which improved my story ten fold. Thank you so much.This is only a fantasy. I have not stuck with the facts of how much abuse the body can take or what true damage it can cause; what laws are broken with
Author’s Note: everyone in this story is over the age of 18.Let me start by explaining: I like it hot.I’m not talking about a fondness for warm showers and heated car seats.Heat turns me on. In a big way.So finding myself backed up between my dad’s open legs in a sauna was worse for me
Thank you to those who read stories.I’ve had experiences, fantasies, and thoughts that I felt like sharing and I hope you enjoy the writings.Some stories are completely true, some are fictional, and some are a combination of fact with some fiction (to enhance the story).I may tell you if it’s a true story or sometimes
Jason wandered through dense woods. He came often to this place to think. He had finals coming up, but wasn’t greatly concerned. His ability to pass almost any test had brought him this far. He was a junior at an ivy league school at only eighteen. No, academics were not Jason’s problem. In his rarefied
A construction accident put me in the hospital for five months with many serious physical injuries that needed a few major operations to fix. I was thrilled upon being released, but needed a walker to walk about and intense physical therapy at my doctor’s center twice a week. I could not live at home, being
Author’s Note: First of all, if you’ve found this story randomly, then welcome. Skip everything in this note and continue to the story. I hope you enjoy.However, if you follow me, or even if this is your second story of mine, I want to give a brief explainer. All my stories take place in the
It was late morning on a cold and gray December day when Matt saw his dad’s Mercedes SUV pull up to the front parking spot of his college dormitory. Matt threw his luggage bag over his shoulder and trudged out through the freshly fallen snow. His dad got out of the SUV, gave him a
“College is where dorks go to have sex with other dorks.”Mike Birbiglia”What does Jamila do for a living?” I asked him, as we spent a lazy late-summer Saturday morning in his apartment. He had made Turkish eggs for breakfast, fried in butter and drenched in a thick, salty yogurt sauce, and drizzled with more butter
Damian Saunders’ estate house was like something you would see on a television show, not a real place. His home was gigantic and magnificent. The granite chipped driveway went on for what felt like miles. For the house it was equally impressive, white marble pillars and lintels were everywhere. All over powering when we pulled
They were classmates, Robert and the two women whose names were Lenore and Christie. They sat together, in the back of the room, while Professor Hilroy went on and on about sociology. The lectures were a little dry but he’s get excited when students would raise their hands to make points in class so it
20 years ago, when Jack and I met we had what I would call a very vanilla sex life, we had 4 children together and enjoyed each other when we could. Our sex life was enjoyable yet predictable, we dabbled in some light BDSM and I guess I have always enjoyed a bit of kink
“I think a relationship is like a shark. It has to constantly move forward, or it dies,” said Alvy Singer, Woody Allen’s gloomy alter ego in his classic film Annie Hall. I’ve thought a lot about that quote over the years, and to this day I’m still torn as to the truth of it.As dating
Bill Jackson sat and looked around his office. At 39 years old, most people would have thought of him as a great success. As head of the legal department for a major corporation, he had all the trappings of success, large office, big paycheck and dedicated staff of lawyers and support personnel. And until 18
Obsession with Granny and old ladies – part 2.It is now evening and granddad has come home, he asks if we have had a good day and if anything interesting happened.I avoid the question for a while as I think of an appropriate response. Fortunately grandmother replies, “Well it was the group coffee morning and
“That’s the last box little brother!” yelled Lynn, dumping the packing box on the floor.”Thanks sis, you’ve been great.” shouted Dan.Lynn, 38, was helping her younger brother Dan, 34, move into his new flat, which was just around the corner from her own. They hadn’t seen each other often in recent years, as Dan had
We head towards the hotel where Russel and Lauren are already waiting for us. As opposed to the previous fuck session we had with Liam and Rachel, this time I haven’t talked about it with Russel beforehand, and it also seemed like Russel is the one that is more into it, not Lauren.As we head
Ellen was nearly at the end of her 2-week stay in Gran Canaria. Her college friend Suzy had flown back to Manchester the day before leaving Ellen on her own for the last few days. Ellen strode down to the dunes at Maspalomas in her black tie-up bikini with white shorts over the bottoms, her