As she collapses I stop stroking my cock. I was desperately close but wanted this to continue. Her breathing slowed and my eyes continued to wander. "That was quite a show!", I state. Nodding her head, "yea, that was awesome. I lost it as soon as I saw you." I look down at my exposed crotch, "You did, huh? I wasn't really sure." She smiled and squirmed a...
He's wearing his favorite outfit. A nylon/spandex blended thong that encased his fullness, shaved and smooth in a delightful caress. A bustier girdle with four straps (he wanted six but the cost was exponentially increased for those two extra straps), and wolford thigh high stockings, his legs and bottom were completely shaved...he was delighted with how fem...
My name is Susie Hornblower. Of course that's not my real name silly, it's my pen name. But everything else in this story is absolutely true. It actually describes how I became a hot wife for my darling husband. Since becoming a hot wife we've had many sexual adventures together. This story is about how it all started. First of all, I'm a very attractive 46...
Sorry for the delay. If you have not read the first installment you do so now. Perhaps not an order, but we both know you need discipline. ***** Miss Phillips walked on hands and knees to the end of the bed. In the dim light she stopped in front of another mirror. She found herself gazing into a portal, watching her breasts swaying like a harlot/housewife...
As soon as she came to Germany, Sharifa submitted the Fachhochschule dean the documentation of Jamila's couture work, and she was even too successful: the dean and the didactic committee loved Jamila's work so much that not only did they credit her as a trainer, but even decided to invite her for a lecture cycle in Germany. Shafira was asked to tell Jamila...
***Disclaimer*** This story contains very adult themes, with intense watersport play. If you're not open to that sort of thing, this story is certainly not for you. *** As I lay there imagining all the different scenarios, I failed to notice my bedroom door being opened slowly in the background. I had my back to the entrance as a single figure slipped in...
The prince had purchased a charming old townhouse not far from the palace. There was a plaque on the front door that read, "The Crossed House." It was a few hundred years old, but it had been renovated to make it safer by contemporary standards. Instead of fashionably rectangular bricks adorning the outside, there were ancient gray stones, taken and reused f...
Claire watched as her boyfriend helped her dad fix the fence in the backyard. She noticed how tan his arms were, and how his muscles flexed and rippled each time he swung the hammer. His slightly overgrown brown-blond curls lay plastered against his sweaty neck. The shy, skinny kid who had once stammered and shifted his way through asking the bubbly girl wit...
Copyright © 2013 Naoko Smith * Diolch yn fawr to Bramblethorn for editing this and the previous two chapters. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This series has two kinds of chapters: story chapters, called '(story)' in the blurb and sex scenes, called '(scene)' in the blu...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my st...