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(All characters are fictional and all those involved in sex are 18+.) My name is Mark and my mom is a slut. My story starts the summer of 2023 when I graduated from high school in an suburban North Carolina town. I was browsing on a dating app one night and got more horny than
MY EXHIBITIONIST MOM- book one CHAPTER 1- THE SLUMBER PARTY (NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS OVER 18) After my 18th birthday Mom finally agreed to let me have a slumber party. After all the convincing it took you’d think she was deathly afraid of teenage girls, and we wouldn’t see or hear from her the
I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!___________________________________________________________________________________It’s only 8 a.m. I wake up slowly in my bed, well rather that of the room I occupy at my grandparents. My mind is still clouded by the excesses of yesterday evening.Yesterday
I like seeing people naked, too. I knew I was a voyeur at a young age. I once worked at a health club doing bookkeeping and would stay an excessive amount of staring time in the locker. Saw lots of ass and dicks over the years, of people I knew. It was hot.I had a
Then the girls started cheering and clapping again. And one name being mentioned gave me a cold shiver. Emmanuelle. They were cheering on my own step-daughter. This wasn’t going to happen, was it? I didn’t know if I really wanted it to or not. My cock did, though. I could feel it growing in anticipation.And
A/N – I visited Oviedo once during a European trip I took a few years back. An interesting little city, I only stopped there as it was a good place to break up the journey from Bilbao in the Basque region of the country to the Galician region of north-western Spain. There was enough to
(Author’s Note: This chapter takes place immediately following Secret Masochist – Prologue. It is an alternate path RC can follow on her journey of self-discovery.)(All characters in this story are eighteen years of age, or older)Chapter 1Keeping a promiseA text from George sat at the top of your notifications.George: You ran off! I thought you
My heart raced at the sight of it all, and between my legs the wetness dripped. Theo was kissing me ardently and Joshua was licking my neck. Theo’s hand was on my thighs and Joshua’s on my tits. They were both groping me hornily. I touched both of them on top of their pants. They
Shweta was one among those several parents who had queued up before the correspondent’s room. The final results for admissions to +2 have been just put up on the notice board and her worst fears have come true. She couldn’t find the name of Rakesh, her only son’s name anywhere. Rakesh had been studying in
I followed her at a more leisurely pace. In the kitchen I made coffee and then went to sit on the back porch and watch my mother select the switch I would use on her ass later in the evening.And I won’t deny that I enjoyed watching her.She looked wild out there in the yard.
A bustling yet grounding street. A flower shop in front of the café catches the eyes of even the stones. A book store to the right side of the flower shop. A bakery to the other, and there stands a fellow of around 25 years old, right in front of the glassed cakes. Gleaming in
The last few weeks had been full of sunshine but that day their luck broke. Torrents of rain lashed at the windowpanes and Hannah sighed at the sight. At first, the rain had been a soothing cacophony. Paris, Cole, and Xander all had business and she was left on her own, which was fine, as
After a series of burglaries in our area, I decided to install a security system. I found a good local company, recommended by some neighbours, and they came round a few weeks later to do the installation. As agreed they put alarms on the doors and windows which would be monitored remotely. In addition, he
It’s been years since I’ve seen him, not that it really matters. He still haunts me, still calls my name. A part of me will always be tied to him. I guess I should explain myself. He is my best friend, Chris. I’ve known him for the past 15 years of my life. We met
I loved talking to him about being with another woman, a fantasy which would always remain in my head and in our own erotic world. He, in turn, would talk me through what would happen, giving me every explicit detail he imagined. It turned me on so much I acted like his little slut fucking
I panned the camera across the room, showing over one dozen naked guys, plus my best friend draped across a table. I zoomed in on the naked Reiko just as Matt withdrew from her, gooey whiteness from him and others spilling out from between her legs. Slowly, I moved up the camera up the Asian
Final FantasyBzzt, bzzt.The cell phone vibrated atop the nightstand, the screen coming to life with a brilliant white glow that pierced the darkness of the room. Even the heavy wind pouring out of the fan from across the way couldn’t drown out the whimsical chime signaling an incoming text message, the alert rousing me from
A clap of thunder startled me, annoyingly breaking my interest in a conversation coming from the table a few feet away from me. I was listening intently at the two women while Marie, my Mistress, was in the bathroom. I sat there, torn between rushing to her and blurting out what I’d heard or staying
Rachael Bishop was an enigma even before I met her. A nurse with Médecins Sans Frontières operating in grim parts of the world, Rachel became orphaned when her parents died in a house fire a year earlier. From that sad description, most men would want to help a woman like her. When Steve showed me
“B-Becca, please… Stop..!”I had my lips wrapped around her sensitive little clit, swirling and sucking and teasing. My fingers were knuckle deep inside her tight pussy and Talia’s hips buckled against me every time the pads of my fingertips teased that spongy spot inside her.Her mouth begged me to stop, but her hand said otherwise