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Davy Stoddard walked into Hoss Harry’s Saloon in Cheyenne, Wyoming, pausing at the swinging doors to swallow his fear as subtly as he could muster before he fixed his eyes on the first open bar stool. Trying to affix a swagger in his stride, he made his way through a bevy of tables loaded with
The Chateau on the HillThe monastery has a strange pull on VéroniqueThis story takes place in southeastern France, not far from Grenoble.A huge thank you to my editor Ken. Without his help this story would have been a mess.**The château looked gorgeous. It was up on the tallest hill in the area, and as gorgeous
A Model MotherMom is a tall, trim, beautiful Redhead. Some would call her skinny even but with her it was jealousy on those other womens’ part. Mom had been an actual model in her college days, sports related stuff mostly. She was most well recognized for her swimsuit shots though. She was pursuing a dual
Nighty NightNocturnal permissionsThere were many loving hugs and lingering good-night kisses exchanged before the two sex-drunk couples retired to their respective suites for the night. The hosts had enthusiastically impressed upon their guests that if there was anything they required, ‘anything at all’, they were to simply knock on their door and their needs would be attended to. They stressed that they
“Dude, I could hear you all night last night!” Tim whispered under his breath as soon as Jackson came into the kitchen.Jackson looked startled for a moment and then grinned down at his younger brother, “You learn anything you little shit?”Tim glared and began to respond before his mouth snapped shut when saw Alisa, Jackson’s
Marcia Writes a Porn StoryAnd her partner suspects it’s not fictionby Peter_ClevelandFirst of Two PartsAuthor’s note :For readers’ convenience, this story will be published in two parts. It’s best understood as a single story, though–like a play in two acts–not as two independent “episodes,” as in a TV series.The story is about fidelity and infidelity–and
“Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable surprise, gratifies its curiosity, and gives it an idea of which it was not before possessed.” — Joseph Addison, 1712, The SpectatorNow I knew the meaning of the name Wooden Pony Club and its nature
Keys jangling against the lock sounded outside the apartment door and Eli stood up slowly, ruler in hand. The door creaked open, and he rolled his blue eyes as he watched the familiar form of his partner Jacob, with messy auburn hair and a dirty T-shirt and torn jeans, entering slowly. He could smell him
Spring Break Ch. 8: Sun Late – HomeDirk was unsure what to expect when he returned home.Category: IncestTags: Creampie; Down blouse; Fantasy Pregnancy; Secret; Seduction; See-through; Stepmother; Stepson****Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. The work may draw on actual historic events, but the actions of the characters within these events are purely fictitious. Where actual
This is a story of two young people in college having unprotected sex for their first time. The writing will emphasize more on the intimate moments.—Jacob and Bonnie met at a college party during their junior year. They both had just celebrated their 21st birthday at different times in the last few months.Jacob was tall
“You really are ready for me,” he said as he slid his hand down and felt the slick heat waiting for him.I cringed a little inside with embarrassment but also marvel at his confidence as he immediately began tugging my pants down over my hips and off, not even pausing to undo the button at
When I first started on POF I was a very naive and trusting soul. I had ideas that you would have to go months through many dates before it going anywhere physical. I had a belief that older ladies were mentally stable and made good life choices based on decades of experience.So if you are
Time is an uncertain concept to grasp. One day you’re happy and enjoying with your family in a happening neighborhood, the other day you have to pack your bags and move out to the outskirts.That’s exactly what happened with my family too. I was 22 when my dad lost his job and we had to
So, my stepmother Lizzie wants to get pregnant.She is in her early thirties and very fit and hot, and really wanted a kid with my father, but he’s in his late forties, and is not too keen about becoming a father again.So, Lizzie turned to me, as I was my father’s son, I could give
SISTER ACT PART 4The previous three chapters of this narrative have detailed the opening of my wife Betsy’s and my marriage. We had been fooling around with her sister Marie and husband Tom and with a neighbor, Laurie. Laurie’s husband Sid had not been involved yet (at least I thought so). To recap the scoring
Claire was bored and frustrated. She could only walk the garden so many times and divert herself with books and music for so long. She was a young woman and had recently tapped into the needs of her body and its potential for pleasure. The fact that she could see the stables where Pierre worked
“For fuck sake Samantha, if I have to come down there to show you how to do your FUCKING job again, you’re going to FUCKING lose it!! Is that understood?!” Her voice, despite coming from the red, kissable lips of a beautiful woman, salivated with venom as she slammed the phone of her desk phone.
A/N: some of my stories are inspired by true events…*She examines her captive hungrily: robust chest heaving with shallow breaths and shapely arms falling down and disappearing bound behind his back. She knows this, because she secured him to the chair herself. Only the finest metal handcuffs for her prey, as she anticipates this one
I was thirty-five years old and engaged to be married. This would probably be my last trip abroad as a ‘single’ guy. A last hurrah with one of the lads. Booze and birds in the sun. Getting away from the rainy, windy days back home.When Marc suggested we take a last-minute trip to the Mediterranean
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