Chapter 5 – The Simpleness of ControlI open my eyes, prying the sleep from my mind. My Lady groans as I shift in the bed, leaning up on my elbows I spy the clock. “Shit. It’s after nine, we need to get up.” I comment as a swat her on the ass as I roll
We should not be doing this….I thought I was home alone. I had time to myself and a day off from work, my brother or my daddy’s cars weren’t in the driveway.What better opportunity to play. I stripped naked and admired myself in the mirror for a while.I was never ashamed of my body seeing
Alice longs to wear a plaid skirt, and Halloween is her chance…*I don’t have to apologize, not one little bit. The fates themselves planted the seeds in my head and even though I didn’t recognize them at the time there was no way for me to resist their eventual flowering. I do, however, remember the
Madam Veronica – David’s session begins.David looked up at Veronica briefly before dropping his eyes to the device in which his penis was now encased. His hands moved as if to touch, but a cough reminded him of where he was and in whose presence he was. And his fingers twitched but no more. As
“Coming Lance?” Gena was obviously very proud of what she had just done. You could see it in the jaunt of her hip as she swaggered back towards her bedroom. She glanced back over her bare left shoulder; half turned and extended her arm to give me the universal “come here” gesture of curling her
First: ‘sorry for my bad English’ but: my stories happened in East-Europe where I lived before I got caught. I hope you will enjoy it and support me for more continuations.Chapter1: – The meeting -My name is Dimitri , 23 years old and I lived in a poor East European shit-country where most of the
The ‘story’ you are about to read is actually true, unlike a lot of stories which are listed as a true story here. As you will find out I had very little education and my only exposure to writing/grammar was magazines and the very few books I found and hid away. If you would like
First story I’ve written, plan to write more. Any suggestions? Let me know Taryn is the son of the High King of the Empire of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the known world, inhabited by many different species of beings, sentient and otherwise. Taryn’s father, grandfather, and great grandfather have worked long and hard unite
My name is Jane and this is a story about a period of my college life that I have fond memories of and deep regrets. We all do things when we are young that serve as lessons for later on in life. Some people refer to them as mistakes, but I prefer to call them
Revised version of Aliza and the dogs_(1) by thorbin Fiction, Bestiality, Consensual Sex Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: Boise Id Posted Mon 18th of February 2013 Font size : – + this is spell check veersion of the last one Me and the dogs Here is a description of my self .I am
Have we got to the end of this short story about mistaken identity quite so quickly? It appears so…but what of the invite Lewis received at the end of the last chapter? Let’s rejoin our dim but diligent hero in this final part.IF I’M EVERYWHERE, WHERE AM I NOT?I stared at the invite from Barbara
Four dresses hung on the rail in the back room. Victoria stood with her nose against a wall, her hands behind her neck, and her pinned hair in slight disarray. Miss Finny had finished giving the 55-year-old a much overdue over-the-knee spanking.The one thing that should never be done, Victoria did. That is a lie
Amy santiago goes after a known criminal, but she gets caught by him instead. Amy Santiago was hard at work again, like always. Jake tried and tried to get her to sleep a little bit but Amy couldn’t, at least not now. Not when she was so close to catching the perp who’d she been
[For this story, as well as a few others, I’m trying out a different writing style. If it goes over well I may use this style in more stories. Let me know what you think in the comments section.Standard Disclaimer: All of my stories, including this one, are purely works of fiction, and any similarities
Welcome back everyone and good morning, good day and good evening around the globe!I felt a little strange before my first get-together with Matze in absence of Nadine on the next Tuesday. Not that I was nervous or anything, I mean we had known each other for years now. It was just this sense you
Oliver, 20, an electrical apprentice trainee, lived at home in the suburbs with his mother, Jean. That’s it, his father hadn’t been seen for several years; last they heard he owned a girlie bar in Thailand.Oliver came in from a college day looking and sounding grumpy.”Not had a good day,” asked Jean.”I had a date
First story, so tell it how it is. Part 1: I took a moment to reflect on what brought me to this point. And by “this point”, I mean a 4 foot 11, dark brunette girl, with a pixie cut wearing only panties straddling my lap and grinding against my rigid cock like it was
As a child—-and through my teen years—-I don’t believe my mother was the object of my friends’ fantasies as their mothers were mine. My mother was, well, just a lot more motherly than their mothers. She didn’t have a nice tight body with ample breasts that she readily displayed in skimpy bathing suits as did
The poppers I can buy at the ABS today are just horrible. They have almost no rush, they smell worse than ever, and you still get all the bad side effects. I thought I’d die after trying them again, I’m not joking. They are that bad. My slight research on this suggests that they pulled
Weekend mornings were the best. Sundays were even better. The relaxation of the weekend had finally set in and the reality of the work week had not yet returned. Max, Terri, Tommy and I had already had an amazing weekend clubbing Friday night and lots of sex all day Saturday.So Sunday, as I woke up