I woke up this morning refreshed and ready to start the day. Getting up out of bed, I reminisced about yesterday’s fuck-filled day with my stunning eighteen-year-old daughter Stacie. Life had turned out pretty good after my wife left me four years ago, allowing my love with my daughter to fully bloom.I began my morning
A couple days have passed and the weekend can’t come soon enough. I keep one eye on the clock as I flip through the last few slides. Time seems to slow down as I approach the finish line. To make things worse, I’ve been holding back a full bladder for the past hour.With a big
Once a line is crossed, you can’t go backMy every waking thought was about my Gran.I went to bed thinking about her, she was the first thing I thought about when I woke up. I thought about her at work and when I was home in the evening.It had been four days since my fateful
Day after day the wagons from Pennsylvania and New York rolled past our Ohio farm. Mother said she could see it in my father’s eyes. He wanted to go west like so many other from the area. Many of our neighbors had left over the last two years. I had heard near a million families
My first story…it was written a while ago for a girlfriend I haven’t seen in years, but keep in touch with. We share fanatasies now and then…this was one of them. I ring your doorbell, butterflies in my tummy, knowing we haven’t seen each other in years. You are wearing nothing but a robe as
I freeze time in the middle of class to sniff, taste, and rape my milf teacher. This is a standalone story in my Timestop series. READ DISCLAIMERS DISCLAIMERS These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if
Author’s note:This is the sequel to Backseat Ride: Sitting in Son’s Lap. I recommend reading that story first, if you haven’t already, to get a chronological story arc.***I was on my knees for my son Lucus, his hands grasping my hair while pushing down on the back of my head, his hard cock sliding into
Author’s Note:I suggest reading chapter 1 before this chapter to better understand the characters, but I guess this story could stand alone. This story has a touch more pain for the sub male and is my first story with cbt. (cock & ball torture)Please vote and comment! I take both into consideration when deciding what
If you are on Facebook, you have seen those dumb reels of guys coming home and slapping their wife on the ass, or grabbing her braless breast, then laughing.That is until he enters another room and wouldn’t you know his wife is there smiling at him, then he goes back, and his sister-in-law is smiling.I
Not long ago, I was in a business training conference. Sabra, a very slim, mildly pretty brunette with a round face, big brown eyes behind big black glasses, was reclusive and shy. She showed an odd conflict of naive vs. longing that seemed out of place for a mid 30 years old woman. For some
I woke up about six thirty and got up and put on my clean shorts with out my panties and a blouse that just barley covered my tits. I had stopped wearing any underclothes because I was getting fucked so often. I fixed myself some serial with yogurt on it and toast. I drank two
The Bar_(0) by thompie Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Hardcore, Males / Females, Oral Sex, Threesome Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Sun 26th of June 2005 Font size : – + Heres one for you, i hope that you like it I walked into the bar about am hour before closing time. I
Mark is open.He is spread-eagle on the landing, his wrists bound by silk ropes to the curling balusters of the staircase. Two dozen candles of every shape, size, length and breadth flicker in the dark. A sheen of sweat begins to dot his skin. Diagonal shadow lines criss-cross his torso like the bars of a
Joan has continued to live as a bitch and has spent two years in kennels If you read the first story of Joan My Wife Kennel Bitch you will know my wife who got hooked on Zoophilia sites decided she wanted to be a dog. We answered a request on the web for a woman
The party doesn’t really get going until a couple of hours later, when even more people arrive and someone breaks open a few bottles of champagne. Everywhere she looks, Francesca can see people chatting and smoking, drinking champagne and flirting. Exposed breasts, exposed pussies, erect penises protruding through half-open zips. People snogging while fondling each
WINTERLUDEJAMILA’Twas the day before winter break up in the Uni;I had plans for our Jill that would make her all swoony.I crashed her work party, and whisked her awayTo the brownstone on Spruce Street where she and Steve play.(I’d conspired with Anaïs, Jill’s Valkyrie boss,Who told me Jill’s absence wouldn’t cause undue loss.)She let us
The continuing lustful story of four typical American teens finding their sexuality in suburban America Slumber PartyRaven sat in the shower that night water dripping off her short black hair. Her ass still stung, and a terrible hollowness filled her chest. She had stepped beyond friendship with Ronnie and now there was no going back
What happened the night before is a mystery. First off, this story has incest themes in it. If you don’t like it, then turn back now. The story continues… ================================ What happened last night? I try to go over everything I can remember. I went to the strip club with some friends. Had a couple
Sudharani’s breasts had grown by now. They were full and heavy with a little sag to them made her very sexy. They drew the attention of every man around her now. Even her waist, hips and ass had filled up slightly.Overall, Queen Sudharani was now oozing sexuality. Men would kill to sleep with her even
Week 1: They tell you to be careful in what you wish for.As usual, I awoke with an erection. Or, more correctly, my attempt at an erection woke me; the feeling of my cock trying to grow, to stretch and swell was hampered by its confinement in a steel cage which was firmly anchored to