Morning came to my house and I felt pleasure explode through my body. Two soft, wet muscular organs trailed up and down my cock with great fervor. Due to my drowsiness, it took me a moment to collect myself given the dream that had taken a hold of me. I opened my eyes. A brief haze flew over me, but that soon cleared up and I stared at the marvelous sigh...
"Where are you?" My bruised, battered, and somewhat singed body was only part of the reason why I wanted to snap at Goat who Wrestled. My sifu was casually walking around me, smoking one of his many, many, many pipes, and he had asked me yet another question that I was almost certain was some kind of a trap or trick. I was the Unconquered. I thought that b...
Anyone engaged in sexual activity is 18 or older. This may have fit in erotic couplings but in the end, it was more about finding love one more time, therefore I went with the romance category. ***** Linda Altmont sat across from my desk telling me what a rotten prick her husband is, she's late twenties, maybe early thirties, average in most ways. Not t...
Ray Ann Miller was bored even though her husband had only been gone for two days on his three-day business trip. As she sat at her desk waiting for the end of the workday and work week, Millie came by and asked, "I know it's probably a waste of time, but would you like to go with us after work for dinner, some drinks and dancing?" This was an offer Ray Ann h...
**************************************** Felicity came home late and let herself in the back door, so she didn't know anyone else was there until she ran into her brother Sam in the darkened hallway. She had almost missed him, too; he was halfway up the stairs when she came into the hall to dump her bag and keys. Almost hidden in the shadows. "Oh, hey, Fli...
Fifteen Mirja spent the next three days trying to cram in as many hours as possible reading the book Sigrid had brought her. She had questioned the Sister about how in the seventh she had been able to get access to the restricted section of the Library, but the woman had been as silent as a Scriptomancer in training. Finally, Mirja had given up and Sigrid h...
*** Disclaimer *** This is a FICTIONAL cuckold/cheating/voyeur themed story. If this might offend your delicate puritan sensibilities, then I advise to not read further. If you choose to and it reminds you of your own failings as a husband/boyfriend, keep that in mind before you're compelled to bombard me with poorly compiled illiterate "We don't tolerat...
Growing up in a small southern town turned out to be both a blessing and a curse for me. There wasn't much steady work around my hometown so doing odd jobs quickly became a way for me to make a few bucks after graduation. Thanks to some, let's say very appreciative ladies, I encountered at my job and in my parent's neighborhood; I was able to get a little mo...
Authoress' note: Thank you all so much for the reviews and comments! This is meant to be an intersection of story and sex, with "real" and meaningful characters, both "on-screen" and "backstage". Think of this like an episodic multimedia show, kind of like if WWE seamlessly blended Raw or Smackdown with Total Divas and a "reality" show backstage. It's not al...
There wasn't anything special about her. Yet, there was something about the way she moved. Her hair wasn't long and flowing, the kind she could flip over her shoulder and call attention to herself. Yet, her hair was pretty - dark brown, glossy, thick, heavy, and almost straight. The texture was such that it made a man's fingers itch when he thought about run...