"Silky, I've got a proposition for you," George said in his serious voice. In case you don't know, George is my Daddy, and we live with Jessica, my tall evil sister. We all share the same bed, and have a lot of fun. "This sounds like I did something wrong," I replied, reluctantly. My emerald eyes pierced the curtain of crimson that hung, uncombed, across my...
By the time senior prom was fast approaching, no one in our household ever seemed to have fewer than three orgasms per day, and days on which anal penetration didn't provide at least one of them were becoming increasingly rare. As a welcome bonus, Cal and Zane were becoming close friends. They were far from enemies to begin with, but the shared experience of...
Stacy smiled at restaurateur Gil Brown as he went on and on about how happy he was to see accomplished young Black men and Black women such as ourselves patronizing his restaurant and having a good time. He even showed us a picture of his son Gino and his wife Francesca, a gal he'd known since High School. They recently earned their degrees from Northeastern...
My name is John Thorne and I am a rather adventurous kind of guy. I've always been that way. I was born in Iowa in 1977. My father, Louis Thorne was a prominent district attorney, then he became a Supreme Court Judge. My mother, Elisabeth Anderson Thorne was a model who eventually broke into acting and starred on a popular TV show, making millions. I grew up...
She looked at the white-and-gray metal box with the big round porthole. Her arms were crossed and her brow was knitted. He glanced at her sideways, a small curl of a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth, underneath the full beard she wished he would shave off. "You know, it isn't going to explode, love," he said mildly. He saw her already straight bac...
Many thanks to Nadia and Robbie for editing and improving this. ***** "Great! I am so pleased you both agreed to my proposal. You can trust me, Erik is our best assistant we have for this task," Dr. Wood said, contented. "Yes. You've proven that we can trust you, Dr. Wood. And we really appreciate your help and support," Paul said. "Thank you, Paul. Do n...
The fourth day began once again with a jog and Sarah once more had a different set of clothes - the thong leotard was green and the pantyhose were red. During the stretching it was again Ted who got adventurous, this time with a question: "How flexible are you, Capt'n?" "I'm pretty nimble, I can spread my legs in all directions" she replied with a wink. T...
In Praise of Older Women. When you are nineteen anyone over 35 or so gets lumped into the "old" category of people. I had overestimated my landlady's age by quite a bit when I first moved into my boarding house. I had guessed Mrs. Grant to be in her early to mid fifties but soon learned that she was just forty-five. I had made myself useful around the hou...
NOTICE: All fictional characters in this fictional story are at least 18 years of age, and fictional proof is on file in my fictional file cabinet. * * * * PART I Danielle was exploring her newly found sexuality. She had been taking a nap in the nude, and woke up with a pleasant tingling between her legs. It was a warm lazy summer day, and she was in no h...
Her contact 'card' on my phone contains a particular notification sound: making texts or calls from her instantly identifiable. In this instance, to put it bluntly, as it has so often in the past, that!PING! seemed to reverberate straight through to my cock. It was her reply to the 'good morning' I had messaged her a few hours previously. It also suggested I...