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Hey guys, here’s Chapter 40! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry this took so long, real life got in the way, then I wasn’t feeling well for awhile. As always, this is a world without STI’s, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.-Witty~Steven~My thumbs tap on the steering wheel as
Carrie’s eyes blinked open. The bright sun lit the whole room. I took her a moment to realize she was lying in her parent’s bed. She rolled on her side and looked at Ethan as he slept, remembering fondly what had taken place in this bed long into the night. The belts and torn nylons
The holiday is much needed, work has been hard and it’s nice to have a break and relax. We deliberately chose a no-effort holiday- a warm country and a private villa.Built over two storeys, the downstairs is open plan with a light airy kitchen, a big kitchen island, and a lounge area with big sofas
My wife, Lex, and I had gone back and forth about it for years. From what our other couple friends told us, it was impossible to feel 100% ready to get pregnant and start a family. There was no ‘right’ time, but every era could be the wrong one. This year, though, Lex got offered
“Which color? Black or nude?”Normally, that’s a no-win question for a guy. She usually knows what she wants to wear. You either guess right, and confirm her good taste or you guess wrong and face a series of questions like, “What’s wrong with this one? Does it make me look fat?”But when she Teri asks
Even years later, I always called her Mom, even at the end of her time when she didn’t recognize her name. Her sister was Aunt Mary. Both women were close in age; I was a college student at home for spring break. My Dad, whose name was Dan, had died in one of our forgotten
This is the Sixth part of my story Mistress Sarah’s queendom.Please read part 1-5 to understand this part better.Its 04:30 in the evening and Mistress Sarah is sitting on her sofa like a goddess she is. She is wearing her red dress which is knee length. She is not wearing any panty or bra. Her
Finally, it was time for Thanksgiving break. Siobhan’s parents were both out of the country on business, so she joined Alice and Jennifer. The young women walked through the door to find Samantha waiting for them, wearing light gray yoga shorts and a sports bra, both tight enough and thin enough that they did nothing
London. Summer, 2023.The wall clock read 4.45. Marian smiled to herself as she sat up in her plush chair. The sun had dipped in the sky and the light in her executive office became muted. Shadows played out on the walls as the dwindling rays found the gaps in the Venetian blinds over the one
Val turned off all the lights and pulled the door locked behind them. They retraced their steps back through the basement hallways to the elevator.They went to dinner and chatted amiably about everything except what happened earlier in the basement.After dinner, Val finally brought up the current challenge.”So, how do you feel being locked up?”
Readers interested in more of Luther Casey’s family backstories that lead up to this one should check out: “The Root and His Aunt Barbara”, “Aunt Lynn Rides Again”, as well as my “Sofjia from Belgrade” series.Per usual, all characters depicted are fictitious and of legal age.—————————————–After work on a summer Friday, Luther Casey and his
I adore cum and wanted to write a simple story that reflected that. I decided to break it into two parts so I could get it submitted a little faster than I’ve been getting things up here lately.All characters are over the age of eighteen, and like most things I write this story takes place
Lost and FoundChapter 1 – Daniel’s DiscoveryDaniel was standing outside of a house, unremarkable to anyone else, but to him, a house he had been searching for his whole life. On the other side of the door was a woman he had been desperate to meet, a woman he had imagined in his head countless
To give some background5 years ago my mother left me and my dad to go and ‘explore and find herself’. So it’s been basically just us two since. Then my dad created an app and it got bought by Google and my dad is now basically one of the richest people in England. Then he
The relationship between a loving mother and son is something very special. I love my mom. I always have. I grew up with three sisters, but I was the only boy. My mom and I always had a very close relationship, but it was never very physical. I would hug her goodnight before I went
“Wake up Ethan, it’s late.””Hey, Sophie.””Someone pulled my duvet over us.”My blood ran cold and I shot up onto my elbows like the mattress was on fire. Immediately awake, I searched around for someone that might still be in my bedroom. My step-brother reached up lazily, massaging my shoulder while yawning, completely indifferent in the
It is the sort of party where people stay the night (shoes and bottles scattered around the house), we have spent the entire evening exchanging heated glances and heavy touches when we think no one is looking. These things happen often among our friends and I look for you at every gathering, thinking of the
SamAfter my slutty weekend, my thoughts kept returning to Friday night, my first group sex and bisexual experience with my friend Jenna. I realized I was curious to try more things with her and daydreamed about it that week during class. I turned myself on, imagining what else could happen, and what else I might
(All Characters in this story are 18+)The weekends were the only times I could escape my school life. I sleep until ten, and Mom makes pancakes when I wake up. I take my time eating them, enjoying my morning reading.Afterward, I would return to my room and play on my game console till lunch. Then
Elizabeth Martin looked good for 46. She took care of herself and it showed, even after three kids, she still had a body some women half her age would have loved to call their own. Like most ladies her age, she had put on some weight over the years and certain areas might not have