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Tracey had shooed Jessica out of the room so they could get cleaned up. Once all the toys were cleaned and put away and George was in the shower, she decided to continue with her original plan. Stopping in the kitchen to make herself a drink, she looked out at the private area of their
This is a work of fiction, all characters are over 18. This story contains lesbian incest and (non-incestuous) hetero-fellatio.Samantha awoke to the glorious sensation of someone eating her pussy. She moaned in pleasure when she looked down to find Alice’s pretty face between her thighs. “Oh, fuck, baby girl, you certainly know how to make
PrefaceThere was a longstanding demand from my avid readers to conclude the tale of the two siblings. I apologize to them all as it took me too long (it might seem ages to them and they might have lost the hope) to finish the task. Finally, there demand has been realized. The story is completed;
We agree to meet on Tuesday. I made up a simple enough lie about working that day and proceeded to pack my work bag with items I needed. It was my second time meeting Him. The first one being just the initial face to face encounter over coffee.I meet him at the hotel he picked.
After the threesome with Karen, she went quiet with a steady boyfriend. John had moved out, and my life was busy with training at work and a looming deployment. We would cross paths on occasion, but nothing sexual transpired. Knowing we were going away, a few mates and I decided it would be good to
Special thanks go out to thesoundandfury and Hotscribe for all their help with this series. Thanks guys!!*This is a work of fiction. If erotic material is offensive to you or you are not of age to view such material, do not read any further.*”James, I’m heading out to the salon now, is there anything you
Emily’s slow drift out of slumber was cut short by the fact that even though her eyes could open, it was still completely dark. Coming to consciousness with a jolt, she tried to rub her eyes, but found herself unable to do so, as her hands were held in their position. A brief bout of
This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between two males. Please do not read or rate it if this is not your cup of tea!. Thanks!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The first time I saw John and Robert they were dancing together at a party organised by my great friend Helen. John caught my eye and smiled and I immediately
I stood silently next to my mother as yet another unidentified relative came up, faux tears dripping into a dry hanky, insincere platitudes wreathing my mother. I couldn’t understand how she was able to withstand it. More than one woman in this room had probably slept with my father during their 35-year marriage and everyone
NOTE from Shay: This is the first post I have made in a while. I would like to acknowledge all of the friends that I have that encouraged me to keep writing. I needed inspiration and they gave it to me. Each one of you know who you are. NOW…the story line here is quiet
Author’s note: This is another in a continuing series of stories about the sexy siblings Jack and Irene. Other stories in the series include: Jack and Irene: Hideaway Heat Ch. II, Jack and Irene: Hideaway Heat Ch. 1, Heat Goes On With Jack and Irene: Ch. II;. Heat Goes on With Jack and Irene Ch.1
“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