This is a story about how my longest and most intimate and taboo fantasy came true on my 32 birthday. I have been debating on writing a story for a while now; a story to talk about a fantasy/obsession that I have had since I can remember. I think it is due time now that
The Party is Over (Or is it?)The last of the revelers finally staggered out the door, Tom shook his head.”And please don’t piss on the lawn!” he shouted out jokingly. Romeo walked up to him.”Hell of a party bud!” he stated. Tom closed the door and looked at him.”No shit, did you see Mary practically
I thought of writing about the father daughter relationship instead of the mother son relationship for a difference. This story includes unprotected sex between family members. This is a third and last part of a story.Special thanks to @kenjisato for his assistance in proofreading and editing my story.==================================Karen and Sara led me to the main
I am Isis, a divorced mom; I have three kids: two sons, Hunter and Ryan, and a daughter, Tiffany, who all live with me. It’s been a few years since we’ve ended things, but their dad, Mike, lives nearby, and we raise the kids together. We share custody, but most of the time, the kids
I noticed her my first day in design class, the art design class, an unusual course selection for an engineering major. I could not help looking at her because she looked so very young. She must be, I thought at first, a local high school student, who was smart enough to take a college course.
(Author’s note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent
Adam and Ben checked the restraints to ensure that they weren’t too tight, and quietly petted Rachel’s hair and flanks, long soothing strokes. Ben pulled out a sealed water bottle, made eye contact with her and then cracked it. Adam reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag. Ben held the bottle for her to
I didn’t intend on writing a sequel, but outside events have forced me to cope the only way I know how. Grief is a process that’s never truly over, much of it a realization of that person’s impact on your life.So please excuse the saga I’ve created from the 2 part story already published. There
I glared outside at the snow sweeping the streets of New York City, and sighed. I hated the snow, although I was a so-called “winter baby”. Every hour or so, I would glance at the window-doors we had in my store, and squeak at the amount of snow that, somehow, managed the triple as time
My girlfriend and I had talked many times about a fantasy of mine and was about making a trio with another man, but she always went through the hills of Úbeda, except when it was very hot, moments when she told me we’ll see. Hello friends, the following story happened when my wife and I
He walks in through the garage door, dropping his briefcase on the kitchen counter. His tie already loosened. “Hey Samantha. Good night? Kids give ya any crap?””Hey! Nope, they were great, as always. Got them to bed about an hour and a half ago, just been hanging out since then.” I’m wearing a sundress that
My name is Tom, I’m 44 years old, six feet tall, and 185, and in good health. I had been divorced for about three years and was beginning to really enjoy being single again.The divorce wasn’t great, but it wasn’t horrible either, we had simply drifted apart. The kids were grown, the ex had her
This work is inspired by the stories ‘BTSC’ and ‘Room 209’ by the author ‘klrxo’. Also thrown in are elements of the many mom/son stories I’ve read over the last 25 or so years.It started out as my own spin on the above stories, but soon took on a life of its own. Too big
She had No choice, nor any Idea what was about to happen.. well lets see she was younger like 5 years younger then me, we always played around like wrestle and video games, well we started to text and what not and joking around and both her parents worked mornings and she would skip school
I am Meena. I am married 3yrs b4 to a software engg. and now i am 27. my hubby name is rahul. he works in chennai, but often goes to banglore for work as a project leader. so i miss him a lot. we live in chennai itself . In our house there is maid
Before I begin I wanted to give you my quick profile at the time of this story so I can set the scene. I am a 25 year old white man from Northern England. Six feet 2 inches tall with short brown hair. I am slim with tanned skin and consider myself to be just
Author’s Note: The first two chapters of Tracey (see: Chapter 1, Chapter 2) have been modified to correct minor grammatical errors and continuity issues, and a few details have been added here and there. You might want to re-read them before continuing with Chapter 3. -W.S.I saw little of Tracey over the next few days.
Part 2 – The 69 Days of ChristmasThis is the second part of the story “The Snow Ball.” It takes place later in the party than the events described in “Part 1 – Blue Snow Balls.” While it is not necessary to read that story first, the reader will understand the scene better by reading
Warning. Incest. Manipulation. Amputee. Mother and huge cocked son are just a few of the tags in this story. It’s purely fictional. Please forgive any grammatical errors. I write for pleasure rather than accuracy. I’m considering a further part if there’s enough interest. Hope you enjoy.Claire Simpson looked at her reflection in the bedroom mirror
Let’s start this off by saying I’m not much into Dom/Sub relationships but enjoy a little cock cage action. Now this is something I have just recently gotten into part of which I lightly would see videos of a cumdump wearing a cage that excited me but not all the leather BDSM part. I digress…..Let