Rachel smiled. “So…I put my mouth on it too, right?” I nodded, unable to answer with words. The next second I felt a warm, wet sensation on my dick as my sister had taken my cock into her little mouth. I could barely sleep that night. Knowing that I had to talk to my sister
This story has been created by Ana and Brukalius who share this account. This story is the result of an ongoing erotic roleplay we are writing together that we are happy to share with you all.This story is written as an erotic roleplay with each of us taking turns to write what is happening. You
(My first story ever. I am going to explore the setup widely in the upcoming parts. This part tells about the core of mom son relationship between John and Sarah. Happy reading!)PROLOGUEIt’s late in the morning when Sarah wakes up, completely naked in her bed. Last night has been pretty much tiring. She got up
This is the second part of the story, so if you are just joining, by all means, read the first so you can follow along. Like most of my stories, it does have some build up to create character and all, so keep that in mind. I hope you enjoy! Looking forward to continuing this
*** Rewritten into parts and respaced ***Melissa’s Tribulation part IVMelissa was sitting alone in the Red Lion Pub in Greenwich. She took a sip of the vodka she had ordered and gazed out the window. Her body ached terribly from the abuse she had suffered over the last two days. It was hard for even
Story of myself torture.Note: this was my first story about my journey into being a pain slut. I posted it on my e-mail account with my ex husband. I have now moved it over to my new E mail account. That is why it looks familiar to many of you.-My name is Debbie and I’m
“Margaret is the minder for a very wealthy sixty-year old business woman, Lisa, from down south, she was on the business pages in today’s paper. They are about to finalize their business. Before they leave town Lisa wants to satiate her sex drive. She is too old for intercourse, her plumbing is suspect. She asked
I’m 30 and overweight. Not that much and some say I have a cute face and pretty hair and eyes. I hate the V word but I am one. I came close once, but the guy’s friends wanted to watch him pop me and I wouldn’t let it happen. I ran off wrapped in a
Chapter 9: The next couple of daysThe next couple of days Lisa and I spent fucking whenever it was possible. At one time Lisa told me, that she was addicted to me, and had to have her daily fix of babyjuice. I was the happy provider, and I made numerous deposits of my sperm into
Thank you all so much for the overwhelming support you’ve shown me and Missy. I’d love to hear from you. What would you like to see Missy do? Are you enjoying her world? Let me know. Happy readings! Day FiveFriday morning was uneventful, I got up and dressed as usual. Mommy was running a bit
Trading Secrets”You’re awake,” Claire remarks softly. Her breath tickles my nipple and her hair tickles my shoulder as she snuggles against me. Her fingers tickle my hip and she lightly scrapes her nails towards my pelvis and my waking wood.”I am,” I confirm.”You literally fucked me unconscious.””You told me to,” I remind her.”Mmm! And you
Chapter 14 – Yana and I again. Mum has an idea.I drove Yana’ s car back to my place. I parked it on the front lawn as there were no other places to park.I helped Yana out of the passenger seat. As she stood up, she wrapped her arms around my head, leaned forward and
Older brothers’ rites of passageIncest, true story, brothers, analThis is a true story. I’m male, married and have grown children. You might say I’ve had somewhat of a checkered childhood which affected my conscious and sub-conscious sexual attitudes throughout my life. When I retired my wife was not longer interested in sex, and that is
“Whew! I’m sorry, I’m not used to running so far,” Jessica says to her cousin as she leans against her door.”You didn’t do too badly,” Clive says with some encouragement. “You just need to do it every day and you’ll get used to it.””Well come on in, I’ll let you use my shower to get
Lisa Baker was my 12th grade history teacher. She was a tall, slim brunette with a great smile and was easily the most attractive teacher I had that year. She didn’t dress too provocatively but still managed to show off her figure. I spent all class staring at this lady and more often than not
Chapter 1.It’s strange how friendships form, isn’t it, reader? Often, when your children are young, their friends’ parents become your friends. Still others form from work relationships, some from sports or club affiliations, and even from groups like Rotary or The Lions.Some just are.Jim Monie and I became friends because our wives worked together, and
This is the story of one woman, a slave named, Sarah, who fights against the social structure and domination, and, as a result, finds herself in a fight for survival in slavery. She gives birth to a very special daughter, Maia, who makes her own choices and sets in motion a life that influences others.
The names of this story have been changed to be as generic as possible. This is a story based on actual events that breaks the strong and often ridiculous bonds of classism that can occur in the world we live in. I hope to demonstrate that love can break all rules and that sexual relations
All characters are 18+ years of age. I do not condone or encourage the actions described in this story. All story contents are fictional any similarity to a person, place or event is purely coincidental. Ted Wheeler, proud father and avid couch potato, arrives home from work five hours early and in serious need of
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the last installment of this story for a while. I’ve written most of a first draft of another two installments, but I’m putting them on the back burner.If you enjoy my writing, but would prefer a a depiction of a more human (and humane) relationship, I hope you’ll give “The Maid”