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“Did you need any help with getting the entrees ready?” Alex asked as he adjusted his polo in the bedroom mirror. He couldn’t help but notice how plain his outfit looked, which ironically represented him well. Alex had always been the unassuming figure in the corner, listening and observing while other mingled. He watched as
My name is James. A happily married, 42-year-old man. My wife is Emma. She is the same age as me. We got married at the age of 18 because she got pregnant. One thing led to another and our parents learned about it, and they didn’t want us to get rid of the child. Actually
As revealed in the previous part of this narrative, my daughter came to my room on the morning of her wedding day, got naked, lay down with me, we did lovely erotic foreplay, and I fucked her.There is no need to describe the wedding ceremony, beautiful, emotional, and exactly like all the weddings that take
Any choice made after three o’clock in the morning tends to be a questionable one, and on face value, the message to my dealer was no exception.My vision was blurred after a night of bad tequila shots and worse dancing, and I had to close one eye to focus as I typed my Zig’s name
Lightly on her feet, she made her way towards the open door of her boyfriends gameroom. Inside, she heard the clacking of his mechanical keyboard and his voice, throwing insults and profanities at the game.”Baby?” She called to him as she entered this room, “Are you nearly done with your game for today?”He turned back
Julie had taken me to the brink of orgasm, the tippy-tippy edge, just a light breeze away from exploding, only to yank me back by dropping a bag of sopping ice in my lap. I had to admit she was fiendish and clever. And that she had me wrapped around her little finger.She lifted the
NowPeter Balfour tied his horse to the hitching rail outside of his family’s small farmhouse and slapped his Stetson against his thigh to remove the dust. He watered the horse, took off the tack and led the animal to the barn. He was dirty, dry and tired; it had been a long day. He stretched
The chair is not uncomfortable. But it is not a cozy resting place. It has a purpose.As do I.I am naked,for the most part, aside from my collar.Sitting, legs slightly spread, I am bound.Bonds hold me there.My ankles.My knees.Across the top of my legs.Across my stomach, around my arms at my bent elbows.My wrists are
Marika sat in the bow of the red canoe as I settled into the stern. I welcomed the break from my work which had recently intensified. My Prof, who I was working for during the summer semester, had just loaded my plate or rather my Dropbox with a stack of undergrad essays. Oh man, did
Mike looked at the clock on the dash when he started the car. It was 1:00 AM. Jenny was sitting naked beside him, her left hand absently caressing her right nipple while her right hand was in her lap rubbing her clit.”God, Mike, I can’t believe how horny I am!” she told him, leaning over
Darkness. She liked the soft velvet of the night with its glittering sprinkle of diamond stars. She felt safe in the dark. No one noticed her. She felt…comfortable…in the shadows. She would watch the people walk by, hurrying to some brightly lit place, rushing to find others to share their unease of the dark.She shifted
I woke up gasping, unable to remember the nightmare, only the feeling of stark terror. My forehead was beaded with sweat, and I was tangled up in the damp sheets. I lay still for a moment, waiting for my heart to stop hammering at my ribs. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to understand why
Cars and CocksWarning: If you are a mechanic, please do not critique my knowledge on the automotive vocabulary. I did my research and applied it the best I could.”Hey Eric? Are you working hard over there or hardly working?” Becca asked her student.”Man. Ms. D. Why you always busting my chops? You making us do
Author’s NotesAll characters in this story who engage in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.Please check the story tags if there are erotic genres you find distasteful and prefer to avoid. I like to cover a lot of ground, sometimes.Loving Summer, Chapter 2In the morning, I woke to sunlight streaming across the
I was staying over at my friend Chris’ house. We spent the evening playing on his computer, his Commodore 64. When it came to time for bed, Chris told me that I could have his sister Chloe’s bedroom for the night. He explained that Chloe was at a disco and that she was staying over
Note: The last chapter (Ch. 06) in the series The Saga of a Family was submitted in October 2003. It dealt with the initiation of incestuous sex between parents and their children. Even now, I keep receiving letters urging me to pick up on the story and “perhaps add a few more characters to spice
Marlene awoke very slowly, at first becoming conscious of subdued voices, then carefully opening one eye…then the other… The first image to greet her was that of Peter’s smiling face. He was lying beside her on the plush carpeting, gently stroking her hair and massaging her neck and shoulders.”Hi Peter…” she whispered, smiling at him.
I decided to publish my Fem Dom experience that may help others to realize that there is professional Fem Dom’s out there who do not insist on administering pain. There is other services concentrating on body worship and other things.My first contact with mistress was via a video chat. It went very well and were
My wife and I are both in good shape physically, and we exercise some, although our active lifestyles help keep us in good health. I’m six feet, 180 lbs, she is five foot 5, and 130. We were exclusive the first two or three years of our marriage, but have expanded our horizons and our
Hi, my name is Skyler. I am nineteen years old and in love with my grandfather. Mom and I have lived with Grandpa since Grandma died ten years ago. Grandpa John loves his cars. He has always had fast, sleek, beautiful cars of all kinds.Living out in the sticks, there was nothing better to do