I woke up about six thirty and got up and put on my clean shorts with out my panties and a blouse that just barley covered my tits. I had stopped wearing any underclothes because I was getting fucked so often. I fixed myself some serial with yogurt on it and toast. I drank two
my Master is an alien shape shifter.W/we met at a BDSM party for singles held by a mutual acquaintance and Her slave, a professional photographer by trade. One of the “events” of the party was slave jenni taking pictures of people secured to a massive web of silver chains. i had never been bound to
One of my earliest naughty escapades was when David and I were house hunting back in July 2011 when totally out of the blue I had very quickie sex with the husband of the house whilst he wife and my husband were downstairs. David had found that so erotic, as it was almost ‘sex with
All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!Penelope woke to an empty bed the next morning. Before her sorrow at her husband’s early day could mount, she noticed something. His side of the bed wasn’t quite empty. Her heart pounded as she took in the details of a small velvet box
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
Dear reader, this is going to be the fourth instalment of the misadventures of Karen, her brother and me. I’d like to thank everyone who was kind enough to send me a comment, either by public bulletin board, or via e-mail. I love to hear your comments and suggestions. It is always nice to know
Author’s note: Wouldn’t you know it? I ended up writing a second part. What’s can I say? You stroked my ego, you kinky, kinky people. The response was even better than for my first two stories and you deserve to have all the love you’ve given my work returned back to you.This story contains some
Unable to orgasm, she reluctantly dates women, hoping to cum. Author’s note: My first, and possibly my last Lesbian story. This story is the fifth installment of my Policewomen series and it has nothing to do with the previous four parts. Each is their own story with their own separate characters. This one is about
Story: My wife loves her dog part 2 I have to say that the ride from the mountains was the most unusual that I have ever had. Lisa and the big dog, she had decided to call him Russ because she said that he was like a Russ to her. I knew better, Russ was
On Monday morning, unbidden Lucy awakened me with her marvelous mouth devouring my cock, then she fixed breakfast while I showered. How lucky can you get? She sat with me while I ate and reminded me that Jacqui should have her collar ready.”Be ready to go at five sharp and we’ll visit her shop before
HandySophia was handy at many things. Electronics, computers. Plumbing, wiring! Cars and TVs and appliances, every kind.That’s why they keep me around, she thought glumly as she fixed Bobbi’s hair dryer for the upm-teenth time. Dropped in the toilet, again, wiring burned and fuse popped.As she unwound the tiny motor on her bench, measured the
As they entered the hotel lobby Gino could hear the faint tinkle of little bells. This jingling brought a small smile of pleasure to his face. The woman on his arm was his wife, Daniella. A stunner, at only five feet tall but she carried her stature so well she looked taller. Maybe it was
We meet young Amy and her dog Max, what will happen when grandpa walks in on a naked Amy? (This is my first story in english, feel free to comment and give me feedback so i know what to change in the future!)****I sat down at the dinnertable with my mom and dad. My parents
This story begins about twenty years ago. MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, THE SHAMELESS SLUT This story begins about twenty years ago. I am the general manager of a large produce farm here in the United States. My company ships fresh produce all over the world, year around, in season. During the early years, I spent a
While able to be read as a standalone story the forerunner to this story is ‘Summer Chapter 22. The Vicars Story Part 1’. This is an unapogetically long story. Not for the fainthearted. I hope that you enjoy the story and plase send your comments, they make the writing worthwhile.Just for the record all characters
Prologue…Crossing the threshold of forty is often perceived as a significant milestone, a symbolic landmark that is approached with a certain apprehension. And yet, I have had to face far more daunting challenges. The real shock, the inner turmoil, was learning of my premature menopause at the age of thirty-five, a veritable earthquake in the
It all started many summers ago. I was 19, She was probably 25 or 26 years old. We knew each other for the last few years. Actually, the families were known to each other well as we happened to be next door neighbours.Let’s say her name was ‘S’.We were good friends and used to play
Candy was eighteen and lived on the family farm with her parents and two older brothers, Jack (27) and Rob (25). Being the baby and also the only girl in the family Candy had always been taken care of and looked out for by her brothers.Candy was known in circles for being the local slut
[Note: This story is a work-in-progress; no separate chapters would be released, as I would keep updating this file only. I’ll issue a notification every time I’ve updated the story. You can also access the story easily in the collection section.]Ding-dong~!”Who could it be?” Stopping your doom scrolling, you kept the phone back in your
Written in honour of a currently retired Lit author and virtual pen pal who wrote a lot for this category some years ago. I devote this sleep-deprived fever dream to you, dear author, who demanded that I keep his name out of my filthy goat mouth.Disclaimer: Both characters are over the age of 18. Especially