Hello, my name well that’s not important what is, is my wife’s name, she is called Lara, she is 27 and is so sexy, she stands 5,10 tall and has a perfect figure, she is a size 10 with small but firm tits and legs all the way up to her tight little arse, she has long strawberry blonde hair. One night Lara and I were on the sofa I had my hand up her skirt pla...
Finally the weekend was here. Stephanie had been looking forward to it all week. Carl had promised her a very exciting weekend but that is all he would say. They have shared many fantasies but this was the weekend that Carl told her to relax and enjoy because some of her fantasies were going to happen. They had arranged for the kids to spend the weekend at...
Chapter 2 Cullen's Secrets He couldn't believe that she was alive. Cullen, his older brother, hadn't come back from his weekend at the old cabin he insisted on keeping. Ian was irritated that his brother had not picked him up from the airport as planned. He had been gone for three months looking for new art for his galleries and was looking forward to show...
A lovely and wonderful month passed as Ron continued to teach Sara how to properly serve a Man. What she found completely fascinating was that her business endeavors increased. As she used the tools Ron taught her, her business dealings changed representatively. Her dress reflected the joy she found in her femininity, and this rubbed off on both the men and...
I was surprised when Sheila called me. We had met at the group drawing session that Lucy had arranged. "How are you?" she asked. Sheila was a new art teacher at a middle school a year or so out of college. She was shy and reserved during the drawing session and had demonstrated much talent in the drawing she had done. We exchanged greetings on the phone an...
This is fictitious, and all characters are over 18, l am male and have written this as a female. I hope I get everything right. It is a continuation of my story. "Obsession of a Dirty Old man". ***** I was so excited at having a date with the old man from the bus stop. I'm Becky and I'm just eighteen years old, I live on a council estate in the North of E...
Charles was not looking forward to yet another European trip on his own. He was a seasoned enough traveler that he sometimes groused that he might as well be doing business in Cleveland or St. Louis for all the enjoyment he got when he was traveling this way. The languages might be different, but businessmen and business meetings have a tendency to blur toge...
The young black youth aged eighteen was lying on the bed while I mounted him for the third time that day. I used his cock and muscular body shamefully to bring myself off with no thought for his pleasure. Kenny was my toy boy, an aircraftsman from the base my husband commanded when he wasn't away on active duty. I'm Lady Denisa forty-seven year old wife of...
Chapter Two: A Steamy Night in Bou Arfa Adele’s narrative. The hot Sahara sun hit my blonde streaked hair as I stepped down onto the cracked tarmac of the small airport at Bou Arfa. I looked back at the small aircraft that we had chartered to fly us from Rabat to this out of the way Moroccan town on the edge of the Sahara Desert just a stones throw from th...
ok here it is the final chapter of pentagram of fire and a big thanks to my editor and you the reader. * We ran as fast as we could and reached the mountain before night fall. We found the entrance and ran in taking cover from the snow which had started to fall very heavily. Damien held me tight. "Now what?" he asked. I looked at him I pressed my self...