Chapter 11 Singaporean experience Ying Tsou was awakened by the first rays of the morning sun. Her father had accustomed her to wake up early and she always left the curtains of her bedroom open. She was a Singaporean Chinese woman, 28 years old. She had a very sexy body with long black straight hair she often combed meticulously. She had a smooth tanned s...
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." he swallows a long pull of whiskey and answers hoarsely. "What have you done, child?" His lips are numb from the whiskey. Kneeling there with her hair down and her nude body wrapped in crimson silk makes her look more a pagan priestess than a confessing Christian harlot. The profanity inflames him. "I've had carnal p...
The following chapters follow on from a story called Princess, I suggest that you read it first before continuing on. It was composed by soccermomcheryl back in 2006. The story did not go further than chapter 5. I have tried to contact soccermomcheryl but have not had any reply. I would like to continue the story on further and hope that is ok. If the origin...
"I'll be heading home in a few minutes dear, Samantha's just finishing up a few things around here," Darren Baxter told his wife. "Honestly dear, I know Samantha is a very efficient secretary and always has your back, but she's such a drudge," His wife sighed. "You couldn't manage to hire someone more attractive to man the front desk? She dresses like a 196...
"Do you mean to tell me," the tone of her voice sets his teeth on edge but he keeps his eyes locked on her face. The bed sheet fell away from her naked shoulders when her maid had fled the tent and she made no effort then or in the long minutes since to cover her nudity. It was damned indecent and he would be hard pressed to maintain his anger if not for the...
Anne Wallace was a fine Vicar's wife. Respected by the community , she was a pillar of support for her husband's calling. Her lithe figure, and fashionable dress sense meant that she tended to be noticed, and admired , wherever she went. She and husband John were regarded as a "team" and she prided herself on looking good. Her black pencil skirt, pink blouse...
The first time they fucked, they swore it was a mistake. Initially, Hera wasn't exactly sure how someone could accidentally fuck, though her husband claimed it happened all the time. After all, fucking was a rather deliberate activity that involved engagement, intent, and motion, right? But when she found herself just a tad too drunk at an Olympian get-to...
[Author's note: This is part of a continuous story, it's not really a stand-alone chapter. I recommend reading the parts continuously, and not jumping into it cold.] At the time, kneeling nude in the foyer of our house just before noontime, with her pussy dripping in excited anticipation of the remainder of the day, she mistakenly thought it would just an...
I'm driving an open car. But it's now a boat. But the canal comes to an end, I can see the next section of it, but can't figure how to get there. Nobody's home, I don't know whose house it is but I go inside anyway. A bell is ringing. But it's not in my dream. It's the door bell. I open a gummy eye. The clock's red LED. 5:47. What? Who at this hour? I grunt...
Jessica left the set and climbed into her Tesla. All she could think of was heading to her apartment and climbing into a hot bath. She still couldn't get used to the travel, the hours of shooting, the need to act spontaneous over and over until everything clicks in the scene. But the toughest thing is being alone. She realized that leaving Stuart was the rig...