This story is my property and cannot be copied or distributed without my express permission. Names have been changed to protect the guilty and the not-so-innocent. * This last month has been exciting and confusing. My relationship with Annie has been very educational although I'm not sure my very catholic parents would approve of the curriculum. Annie and...
As Nikki looks around at all the people enjoying their drinks and having a great time she realized that she hadn't went to the bathroom all night. Suddenly she really had to go. She went upstairs to her bedroom to use her private bathroom. She sat down and peed long and hard. "Oh what a relief!" Nikki thought to herself As she wiped her pussy dry she heard...
This is based on a true story. The names have been changed to protect the, well, you can't really say they're innocent. Let's just say the names have been changed and leave it at that. ***** I knew I was in for a long night when my Mistress, Beth, brought out the hood from the depths of the bag that she had brought with her. I shuddered. Not only at the si...
It's 2 in the afternoon, and it is Holly's birthday. She is at home alone, because Dana is out of town at a tournament. Holly, being pretty well insatiable and without her lover, has asked Dana for a special present for her birthday: a gangbang. Dana has agreed, so long as the party is videotaped, so that she can watch it later (as if Holly would ever forget...
I had an idea that I am a bisexual since a fairly young age. In high school, I remember sneaking glances of the beautiful women in my father's Playboy magazines. I felt that what I was doing was wrong somehow—even though I could not explain the guilt—but I couldn't help myself. Blonde women were especially attractive to me. As a late teen, I was...
Sarah had just placed her last box into her shared dormroom. Her roommate, to her knowledge, hadn't arrived yet, so Sarah sat herself down on the bed on the left side of the room. She turned her attention to the wall mirror near her. Her wavy ginger hair was a frizzy mess and she felt a bit exhausted, likely from staying up half night due to nerves, the long...
Hello friends!! Welcome back to Smokey's corner, and to Saga #89. This is my first story with a non-English title. There are no French characters in it (if you'd like one of those, please read "How To Tickle A Girl Insane"); it's simply a borrowed phrase. Everyone knows what it conveys, but it actually literally translates to "Household to three." And the ch...
Jordan and I had always gotten along at work. We would eat lunch together sometimes in the break room and talk about a million things. She was very beautiful. She had long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a body to die for. I can't count how many times we would sit there and talk and as she was telling me a story I would be fantasizing about her lying between my...
It started when we were invited to the same party, a coincidence of knowing people who know people who just bought a downtown penthouse condo and wanted to break it in, the more the merrier. It was a top-shelf, black-tie sort of affair to let us all play at being part of a different world for a night. We each received our invitations separately, at differe...
Stacy and her husband Eric had been living in the Houston suburb for a few years when that new couple had moved into the neighborhood. No longer known as the new couple themselves, Stacy and Eric—who had moved into the little bedroom community when Eric took his first faculty post at a university in the city—had, by then, entered the tight social circle of u...