It's been two months since our wedding and my husband Roger and I are just settling in our new apartment. It is a one bedroom apartment on the outskirts of town. We decided to live in an apartment for a year, so we could save up money get a house of our own. We only been here a couple days and my husbands work is sending him off on a business trip for four...
Angie had me on my back on the hotel bed with my legs spread and my ass propped up on a pillow. She was between my thighs and nudging the head of her cock against my bunghole. I reflexively puckered up. Angie smiled and pulled back. I still couldn't believe what I was doing. This wasn't supposed to be happening. I was a red-blooded, straight, all-American m...
Serena had been our babysitter for four or five years now. As you can imagine I’d grown to know her quite well in that time. She’d started as a polite young lady (for a teenager), morphed into a surly brat who still managed to get on well with the kids, and finally crystallised into a refined young lady who was a credit to her parents. Watching her walk up...
The Daughter of Frigg Book 10 - The Cuckolding Succubus From the Diary of: Megan Easter Gossler Leaving Atlanta - April 1, 2001 - Leaving Owen in Atlanta was the hardest thing I ever did, but I wanted Frigg to be there for my second Nymphilli birth, after all she had not been able to be there for Francine's birth. She had moved to Twin Falls Idaho to b...
I got on the tube at Kings Cross station after getting the train from Cambridge. But, I guess you want a bit more information about me first. I am from Africa but you wouldn't guess if you heard me speak on the phone. My parents came to UK when I was eight They were both career diplomats. That was about a year after my mum almost killed me. This almost killi...
These are my true stories told from a sugar baby's perspective. This story picks up on the second day of my time with Bob. if you want to know what happened on day one, read the story, 'I was the Gift' published on October 29th, 2019. The morning started as I suspected, Bob, trying to push into me with some morning wood. With my back to him, he grabbed my...
Karen and I had been busy all summer and needed some relief. I found out about a Jazz festival on Beale Street in Memphis, so I arranged for us to fly to it. We arrived Thursday night, picked up our rental car and had enough time to enjoy a great meal and listen to a little music before we drove back to our airport hotel and fell into bed exhausted. The next...
"Politics find common thread everywhere," Mustafa Machar said to himself, as he languished in his little cell, awaiting his execution. In a few hours, the sun would rise, and for the first time in centuries, he would be there to greet it. It would be the very last thing he ever saw, for the light was lethal to his kind. Can't escape genetics, Mustafa thought...
A greeting on the tarmac from 200 pounds of solid muscle attached to a devastating grin topped with eyes such deep blue they reminded you of the depths of the ocean had more than just Rayne's chest clenching. No way. She'd put those feelings away years ago. But as Sean wrapped strong, warm arms around her in an embrace that felt like a cocoon -- safe and s...
1 Life is full of surprises, some of them good, and I am still glowing from a recent one, which occurred just after I submitted 'Ebba and Flow.' Out of the blue, or internet, arrived a message from an apparently antipodean woman, who had been sampling my stories, and was proposing we might 'meet' during her forthcoming sojourn in the UK. With the directness...