Author’s forewordI wrote this a while back with the encouragement and specific guidance of a social media contact.I liked how it came out and it seemed worth sharing.My contact evaporated before I got around to writing the next bit.If anybody’s interested let me know, and I’ll work on it.Part 1: IntroductionsA flutter in your chest
“Are you sure you don’t want to come home?”I sighed. “Yes, mom, I’m sure.””I don’t want it to be a burden on your sister!””Mom, she has her own house, and she offered!””But I’m your mother, I should be the one housing you.””Mom, does my room even have a bed in it anymore, or would I
We’re enjoying a lazy afternoon, perhaps cuddling with some TV on in the background, or we’re leisurely making out in bed. We are barely clothed, finding ourselves in just our undergarments. Our hands roam over each other’s bodies, and my mouth starts to travel down Sir’s chin, down his neck, to his chest. Sir waits
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work*My slowly-softening prick was still buried in Anne’s pussy, and we were slowly coming down from our mutual high of climax, when she dropped her bombshell.”Ben,” she said, smiling up at me, tendrils of hair clinging to her sweat-damp brow.”Yeah?””Will you
He breathed softly, his body strapped as it was to the spanking bench didn’t move much as he waited. It had been maybe five minutes since she had him move up onto the contraption. His chest pressed against a comfy padded table top, whilst his forearms and shins were resting on padded arms. He was
[Not a sex story. Maybe a little sexy, but not a sex story. It is as true as a fifty-year-old memory could make it. It is based on events that happened.The stats for my stories are like this: Only 1.7% of readers Vote. Only 0.115% of people who read my stories Comment on my stories.