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I had expected to be at the end of this series by now, but I just decided to go with it. I would suggest reading the other 3 parts, 1. I’m Not Sleeping, 2. Uncomfortably Numb, and 3. Wish You Were Here, before proceeding.The usual confirmation that all engaging in sexual exploits are over 18
Lady Homoko’s breasts were round and heavy like succulent peaches plucked right at the edge between summer and autumn. Applying the ointment to the Lady’s silken skin Yuki hesitated just for a moment, her hand enjoying the firm roundness, the index finger brushing the small dark berry on top of the mound. Lady Homoko’s nipples
The Education of Amelia; or a Bawdy Tale of the Introductions of a Young Woman of Means into the Passions of Love and DesireAmelia urged her horse forward and over the fence. Splendor sailed through the air. It was as close to flying as a person could ever get, Amelia thought. Splendor landed gracefully and
Disclaimer: All characters engaging in active sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. Reviews and constructive criticisms welcome; flames and critiques of no substance will be snickered at and deleted. Enjoy!Author’s Note: This is a slow-burn story. Buckle in for a long ride if you intend to read.***Well, that Friday night sucked.My mom
Tamara knew her mother went out to hang out with friends all day, so she chose a very slutty clothing. The fabric hugs her curves in all the right places. It is a deep red top with a plunging neckline that shows off her ample cleavage. The short skirt barely covers her bottom, with slits
Saturday night and I had to be at home with Bratface again! I was pissed off! Jesus H Christ! One would think that at eighteen she was old enough to be left on her own! My buddy Jamie was throwing a party and there was going to be booze, and probably some grass, and dozens
(Author’s Note:- This story is a celebration of female domination and male humiliation. If you do not enjoy the concept, please pass on reading it, and forego adding lame comments in defense of manhood.)Tim is an average chap with below average ambitions. He knocked around at various jobs working in supermarkets, delivery services and as
I love my wife. She is hot and has a sexy ass. We fuck often and she goes down on me all the time. There is really nothing to complain about my sex life. But there was something missing.It was my sister-in-law. She was this hot, crazy kid who was 18 when I married my
Chapter 1I had just finished my Plus 2 finals when my father informed me that I should go to Kerala to keep my Granny company.”Your uncle and aunty are going to Mumbai to attend his boss’s son’s wedding. They are taking their Anu and Sutha (my young cousins) with them also as a holiday sight
Curtis got into the driver’s seat of the rental car and shut the door, looking over at his wife Mandy and smiling. “We got everything, then?””Yep, our bags are in the trunk. Let’s hit the road!,” she said, returning his smile.The couple had just landed from their flight for this special trip to celebrate their
So as mentioned in our first story – another story from Andrea to me.We had previously discussed her fucking her friend who owns a tattoo studio. She came close in the past but they got disturbed and it never happened. So this is how she’d like her next pussy piercing to pan out……written for me
Standing still was out of the question; it was far too cold. What made matters worse was the rain. In ten minutes, it had changed from vertical to horizontal, and as icy drops of water hit my face, they stung like needles against my exposed skin.The wind picked up everything from the ground and threw
This story is told by Mistress J’s new slave. It tells how she learned she was a slut and pain slut and why she became Mistress J’s slave.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a story of sexual fantasy. All events and characters are fictional, although many are inspired by my experiences. When engaging in BDSM, I always adhere to SSC (safe, sane and consensual) principles. Readers are warned, however, that I’ve depicted a few scenes in ways that some might deem excessive. Those who
The wedding ceremony was a complete blur for twenty-two-year-old Charlotte Reynolds. She said her vows purely from memory and practice, including the part about honouring and obeying that her groom’s very traditional parents had insisted upon.All she could think was, he’s here!Her twin brother Charles whom she hadn’t seen in the flesh for four whole
Author’s note: This is a true story, which could account for it’s popularity (I get more feedback from this than others). I won’t go into how close any others are to reality, in order to keep the mystery. 😉 Enjoy!===========================Well, I suppose I should introduce myself here. My name is John, I grew up in
Sharp-eyed readers noticed I misspelled Gabrielle’s name in the first chapter. Thank you to the two people who contacted me to point this out. In this and subsequent chapters, I will spell her name correctly. xoxo*Those next few days after being late for dinner, and being punished for it, passed fairly quietly. I had not
I was almost finished, just ahead of my eleven PM deadline. I ignored the text message while simultaneously wondering who’d text me this late. I hit send. Now about that text.”Did you get the Email? Call me!!!!!!!!”Bonnie. My sister, one year younger and a little on the dramatic side. I had been isolating myself from
These are thoughts I dared not write and offer for you to read previously, but they follow from after I accepted that I am the bi cocksucker I am. I have followed through but these thoughts, these reflections, this appeal for your advice is as relevant now as it was then. This is what I
The library was normally, for me, a quiet, relaxing place where I went to either study for my high school exams or to simply enjoy a good book. Today that all changed.It was 11am on the last Friday of June and I awoke to the unfamiliar sound of my mother’s voice asking me if I