Chapter 172 – Mister Nakamura (1)’Ben, would you fancy lunch with Mister Nakamura on Thursday?’ my long-term affair and muse Nguyet had written yesterday morning. Of course, I was always keen on seeing her, and when I inquired who the man actually was, she replied that I could meet one of the head honchos of
Hi. This is part 5 of my story. This is a true story about what happened between me and my brother last summer and what continued to happen later. PLEASE NOTE: Since English is not my native language, there might be some spelling or grammar errors in texts. I’m making sure to correct as much
I am walking down the narrow aisle of the airplane to the lavatory. I am wearing a slinky black dress. As requested, I am also wearing the shoes that you chose for me to wear during our online sessions and your favorite red thong. Though I do not like the color red, and would never
I’m new to writing erotic fiction, and English is not my native language. Constructive criticism is very welcome.To prevent trouble:- Please read the whole thing before accusing me of anything.- All characters are over eighteen years old.- This story is copyrighted. Do not republish it without my permission.- Always use your seatbelt.– EchoLaLia—–Where was my
“My man is away on business and I am very horny,” I tell Maria my much younger and very attractive hairdresser. I enjoy telling my girlfriends, especially my hairdresser about my sex life. They are fascinated when I tell them about the second man I have around once a month while my partner watches and
My name is Steve Cherenfant. I sometimes wonder why so many young white women think all the black men on the planet are into them. With so many sexy black, Asian and Hispanic women out there for a tall, good-looking and college-educated brother like myself to choose from, why bother with some silly white bitches?
This is my first collaborative story. It’s told from the point of view of both my co-author, Chris, and I as we fuck his lovely wife one afternoon. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did.Peace,Marc* * *MarcI admit I had been a little nervous.I hadn’t known what to expect from this man whose
Tweaking Leads to Fucking – Part 2 by tweakdaddy4boy Fantasm, Anal, Blowjob, Boy, Coercion, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Drug, Erotica, Extreme, Gay, Group Sex, Hardcore, Masturbation, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Young Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Sat 26th of December 2009 The second installment of my nasty story of how I corrupted
I remember the day vividly. My sister Rachel, who was forced into incest by our sister Carrie, had just finished riding me and draining my cock. She slumped off me and got up to get dressed. I took in every square inch of her body. I had just cum in buckets but seeing her naked
///Cold HandsBy Scottish TexanAll characters engaging in sexual congress within this story are at least 18 years old or older at the time that it happens. This is an original work of fiction, Copyright 2023 © by Scottish Texan. All rights are reserved by the author. This work is not to be published or reproduced
Author’s note: Personally, I am against incest. But like everyone else, I also enjoy fantasizing about incest. In the story below I took it to the extreme. The story is entirely fictional. None of it happened in reality.***I was fucking my mother Marie when the double doors opened and the eternal servant, Fräulein Greta, announced
DISCLAIMER: All people and events that occur are fictional, any relation to real-life events or people are purely coincidental.This is my first story! I hope you enjoy it, more to come soon. 😉 May jumped onto her bed as soon as she entered her bedroom, tired as can be. She had just worked her 3rd
Sheridy was the daughter of my mom’s best friend. My mother and Sheridy’s both seemed impossibly old to me, as I recall. But I was fascinated by the girl.Coming of age on the coast of Maine in the early 1960’s was difficult. All those strong urges and no outlets. Me, I did whatever I could
The sand seemed to throb in the light of the morning sun as I sat at the bar by the beach. I was hunkered down in the shelter of my bloody mary as my brain was buffeted by a distressing blend of anxiety and anticipation. Ordinarily I’d have been thrilled when my wife Beth told
This is my first post here…hope you like it. It’s the middle of the night, and you’ve made the mistake of leaving your bedroom window unlocked. I slowly slide in through the window, and admire your sleeping form under the sheets for a moment, enjoying the last truly peaceful moment you’ll know. I slowly make
All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!”He was murdered.” Roy pedaled the stationary bike hard. He watched his wife do lunges on a yoga mat a few feet away. The gym was one of the few places she wore immodest clothes. Today it was formfitting pants and a long-sleeved top
I am Barb, an attractive brunette woman in professional employment, with a good body and a strong sex drive, though in hindsight my earlier sex life could be described as mainly vanilla sex. In a recent story BARB, MAKING MY SEXUAL FANTASIES HAPPEN, I described how around the time I turned thirty-five I decided I
“Kevin, please. Please. I’m begging you.””I don’t know, Kels. I’ve never taken pictures like that before. I shoot landscapes, not porn.”I know, but hear me out. She just needs some pictures taken for her ManyFans. You take pictures, it’s a perfect match.””Kels, I take landscapes, I don’t know anything about shooting models. Why can’t she
hey all! its your friendly neighborhood juggalo here with the next bit. Now this one is a bit of a doozy because half of it was wrote while i was drunk, so yeah. still the same concept, i’m new to writing and about to run out of ideas so suggestions are wanted. still don’t care
After Zyla had told me that I should become a stripper at a strip club, I applied for a job at a strip club for a stripper position and landed an interview with the strip club’s owner. Hey there! This is the third installment of the JessiKa and Serana sex series which is based on