"Ow! Goddamit! Fuck!" The rusted bolt Ray Peterson had been attempting to loosen on the 1934 Ford he was restoring abruptly broke loose, raking his knuckles against the vehicles frame. "Why didn't I wear the goddamn gloves?" he muttered, shaking his injured hand. Then he heard barely suppressed laughter; it sounded like a woman. "What the hell?" he mutte...
Author's Note: Please read Part 1 of this story before reading this part 2. It will explain and clarify many of the details here in Part 2. As always, I appreciate feedback and constructive comments; so enjoy more of the "adventures" of Jack and Carla, as they explore this new world to them; the world of Dominance and submission. Carla sat at her desk in...
Rain woke me. Big, fat drops of decidedly rude water, splatting against my window. I blinked away sleep and peered about in confusion at the familiar setting. The faint shifting of my breasts as I rolled made sure I knew the change hadn't been a dream. Thanks, tits. My room had gotten darker as I slept. I don't mean a small amount, like the clouds had come...
Recap: As far as I can determine, it must have happened the day I was caught in the rainstorm on the golf course. It was a gorgeous day when I teed off but by the time I was on the fourth hole, the clouds began to gather and the thunder started. I could see lightening flashes in the distance and just then, the heavens opened and it began to pour. Without thi...
The Legend of the Serangappi, Part 1: The Visitor ONE "It is time." The man with the golden cowl looked knowingly at the dark figures of the several individuals gathered together with him. He lit the torch he was carrying, which was the signal for his companions to do the same. The light of the nine flames flickered sinisterly on the walls of the room, i...
This is a continuation in the story of Cynthia and her husband, Francis, becoming swingers. They were seduced mostly by my wife, Foxy. This story starts out the next day after they come home with Foxy and Larry, a couple of swingers they met while dress shopping. To start the series, go to Cynthia's Story Chapter 1 Dress Shopping for the complete back story...
The muscles in her hips she had pressed into use as she fucked fantasy-Darrian the night before were actually sore the next morning as Taryn went through her gym routine. It was a delicious soreness. She looked forward to exercising those muscles so they wouldn't be sore. Taryn was ready. She just couldn't find a guy to peg. So it was good ol' dependab...
This is the first in a series of stories in which a successful business woman looks back on her life and asks herself whether she is a slut. In each story she tells, in the italicized portion of the story, a tale of one of her more memorable sexual experiences. If you just want the sex, skip to the part of each story in italics. ***** 2010 "I'm 60 years...
Telling everyone I had been hoarding secrets for several hours that could affect us all seemed daunting, but it seemed most understood. We were all high on the aristocratic food chain, even our lovers, so that wasn't that hardest part. No, it was keeping the secret of my future son's coloring to myself. Saying it now would only hurt my wolves and Malachai's...
All characters over 18. This series originally posted elsewhere under slightly different pen name. "Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!" ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) ( o)(o ) "If I had bigger breasts," sighed Hillary, "I would be able to attract more men. Maybe even Richard would start to...