This story turned out longer than I expected so I decided to break it up into three different chapters in case readers didn’t want to read it all in one sitting****************************************************************************************************The morning after Holly’s fling with Kent, both she and Kyle slept in. They were both exhausted after an exhilarating evening of a highly anticipated
My dream guy became my lover. by mather212 Fantasy, Anal, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Gay, School Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Thu 28th of January 2010 It begings in the Cafa’ My story starts off as normal as apple pie and America. (first names will be used to hide the identity of the
The Latina Wife’s Cuckolding DreamMrs. Angélica EspinozaI lay in bed beside my husband, having trouble sleeping. I still couldn’t believe that Samantha Greene would have an affair with her student. With the preacher’s own son. It was a shameful thing. So wicked of her.She was married.How could she do that to her husband? To the
Mrs. Asken’s Dilemma: Tom comes home”I don’t quite know what to tell you Mrs. Asken,” Dr. Hamilton conceded, “I can’t find a anything that would explain it. No head trauma, nothing neurological that we can find. Tom is just dehydrated and exhausted.”Janet Asken looked at Dr. Hamilton with pleading eyes. Her son Tom had been
Adam laughed as he exited the theater, holding the door open for Fetch. His classmate, a short goblin and fellow freshman at Murray State, was clutching fistfuls of her dark black hair.”That was so stupid! Nothing made any sense! Why was Lisa so evil? Why was the kid so weird? Why did Johnny talk like
I went to a large University when I was seventeen. I had a girlfriend, a band, and a high alcohol tolerance. Your typical freshman. I quickly made friends and had many entertaining drunken nights, but eventually the inevitable happened and I found myself becoming interested in another girl. Her name was Veronica, and we all
I woke up in the back of my work van because Randy was tired of driving and wanted to swap out with me. Tony thought I was still sleeping, so he volunteered to drive the rest of the way. It was only a couple hours to my hunt camp and now that I was awake
I found Hubby’s text after showering the next morning.”Come by the house, Wifey has a surprise!”I responded as I finished getting ready to check out. “Be there ASAP.”Who could resist an invitation like that? Another opportunity to be around Wifey, or even be with her again? “Don’t get ahead of yourself Blake,” I thought as
It would have been too easy to label everything that has happened as Stockholm Syndrome. Or maybe some other mental health disorder emanating from four days of mental and physical abuse. I suppose that any shrink would have had a field day with me on the couch, analyzing all the repressed desires and latent tendencies
I knew she was addicted to cock even before we started our relationship. I knew her ex husband and he was highly sexed and also knew she was fucking around on him with at least two other guys.But somehow we got together after her divorce. It had been 3 or 4 years since I had
Chapter Twenty-OneEach step provided its own unique challenge as Pamela lumbered down the supermarket aisle Saturday afternoon in search of her favorite brand of canned portobello mushroom soup. She’d partied with Sammy for several hours Tuesday and they had another go-around Wednesday morning before he returned to Utah. Though Pamela had a splendid time with
Barbara woke up to a loud splash just below her window. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. Six am. Monday morning.”I am on my first day of holidays and I wake up at six in the morning!” She was pissed. She kicked off her covers and walked up to the window to
The man came up to the 18 year old naked girl standing before him and quietly demanded, “So you want to be in porn movies, do you? Open your mouth wide”.There was no please, no thank you, not even a smile graced his lips as he spoke to her. His whispered demands were more authoritative
CHAPTER 3 — Is being a nymphomaniac still a thing?Blindfolded, naked except for my tiny bikini bottoms, I sat listening, I had been rubbing myself, but now I was motionless, my ears strained, my heart raced, and my body trembled. I thought I could hear footsteps approaching the car…My day had begun with a visit
The sky was covered with low hanging clouds spread across the brownish grey colour spectrum. The air seemed thicker than usual; it hung around like everything else, waiting for the storm to come. Sam and Emma sat side-by-side in the deserted cove on a large, flattish rock, looking out across the sea to the horizon.
The following events refer to the summer when I turned 19 and I was sent by my mother to spend the summer holidays with her sister who lives in a well-known seaside resort.My aunt has two daughters aged 18. They are twins, Rosa and Marta. Both are two beautiful blonde girls with a slender body
“If you can’t stand the heat — then get out of the kitchen.”No one ever really got much further in explaining to me what you do when you end up burning the whole goddamn house down. I withstood the heat, but I’m kneeling here practically naked looking at the glorious destruction and eyeing my lover
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
This is an old story written by someone else that I wanted to share with you all.THE NAUGHTY LIBRARIAN by Norma EganFOREWORDWestern man prides himself on his ability to forge his own destiny. And yet many people find that they are not always able to rule their own fates. Oftentimes a single, traumatic event will
I’ve always been a very shy person, unlike my siblings who were very gregarious and outgoing. So it came very much as a bolt out of the blue when I broke the news that I had proposed to a girl, beating them to it. They couldn’t quite believe where I’d mustered up the courage from