[This story can be enjoyed if you first read the preceding chapters but you don't have to do that. Everyone is 18 or older. Bdily functions are involved so stop here if that bothers you.] Karen warmed as she lay in bed after hearing Jamie tell her he loved her. She felt what she had not dared to hope for was coming to pass. She had been asked by Jamie's a...
Sheridy was the daughter of my mom's best friend. My mother and Sheridy's both seemed impossibly old to me, as I recall. But I was fascinated by the girl. Coming of age on the coast of Maine in the early 1960's was difficult. All those strong urges and no outlets. Me, I did whatever I could to hide my confused but powerful feelings; any erotic antics I ind...
Out of Peoria: A Story of Innocence lost. Copyright Ron Ryder 2003 Chapter 8: Life as a "Courtesan" takes an upbeat. Several days after my first encounter with 'green tie' I met Cecil again; on a Friday afternoon as I recall. As before, the 'invitation' came via "The Ogre" --- would I be available etc etc. When I got up there, however, there was no sign...
"I don't know how they do it, honestly." "What do you mean?" "Keep up the secrecy. These women are nothing but strippers and prostitutes, selling themselves for money. What I'm saying is, I really don't know how they can keep it a secret." "You think people in their life don't know?" "I don't know how they could, who would be associated with someone like...
Epilogue Sandra found herself in a drugged daze lying on a pile of hessian sacks that seemed to rock to a gentle rhythm beneath her. As more of her senses returned to her she realised she was in a goods wagon on a train. Her body seemed slow to respond to her brains instructions as her head turned slowly to take in her surroundings and to assess what was ha...
My eleventh grade English teacher was a short, full figured woman of 23 in her first year as a full fledged teacher. She had a classic hour glass figure, huge tits and a very full butt with wider than average hips. She was not the type that I was attracted to. I liked 'em tall, lean and hard. Interestingly, her waist was tiny. Martha was not beautiful, but...
WARNING: This is hard core race play with degradation and some piss play. The story was written for a girl who loves this, and is in anticipation of her enacting this with me. If you don't like it, find something else to read. -------------------------------------------------- I woke to the warmth of her mouth on my cock, and the smell of fresh coffee and...
"Okay Heather if you want to be like that, fuck you! I'm not gonna stand here and take this shit. We're done." "Fuck you back you asshole! You damn right we're done! I want a man that treats me well!" "You mean you want a man that's whipped, that caters to your every idiotic whim, that hands over money because he's your personal ATM. In other words, you wa...
I had no idea... How little did I notice, or even comprehend if this could be true. Let me fill you in a little... before you all get confused. My name is David, David Borthwick. I am 43, and I am the Department Manager for quite a well known Networking Department, I won't go into which one. Work lately had become a slight strain on both me and on my marr...
Carla smiled politely at the young concierge as she walked past him, she just caught him staring at her, on her way to another benefit dinner where her husband was the guest of honor. Carla was quite bored at going to these kinds of functions. She felt as though that she was merely being displayed by her husband as somewhat like a trophy or a conquest, and s...