Hello, Victoria Petersen here again. The following true story is my second to this site and hope you enjoy it as well as my first one. It took place six years ago when I was 39 and five years after my introduction to big, black cock and my divorce shortly thereafter. Reading my first submission, "An Evening With Edward", will give you somewhat of a backgroun...
Madigan Ridge turned ghostly while Malcolm Brand was still inside her. Having shocked even herself that she would go against her principals and have sex with another man. Malcolm too had a great deal of respect for her Husband General Obadiah Ridge. Yet, they concluded while alone that none of them would ever see their own era ever again. It was a no- braine...
Chapter One Hundred Forty-Four: Come Here Often? "Wait, what?" I stammered. Rolan and Conrad, two Wardens I'd believed taken by the darkspawn, probably dead, stood in front of me covered in darkspawn blood. Conrad shot me a tired smirk. "Well hello there. Come here often?" I laughed. It was so absurd that I couldn't ask even one of the million question...
[Note: Mother Debbie, the famous advisor of cuckold husbands, is the creation of CDE. He has generously let me borrow her in order to help yet another woman in need. Thanks CDE! Also, I acknowledge inspiration from Dee Dee, wherever you are now. :( ] Hello, out there on the World Wide Web. This is Mother Debbie with another addition of my Internet column f...
Reyne, Skyler's Photoshoot Pt. 02 "I am glad you like it. I am still shaking. I will probably be shaking all night," Reyne told her, with a huge happy sigh. Still dripping from her pussy down her ass crack all over the bed, she rubbed and ground her ass cheeks into the cum and piss juices, making sure to soak them up for later, feeling the warmth all over...
I remember one time when I was in high school, we lived in a garden apartment in Pompton Lakes, New Jersey. The superintendent had just cut the grass on the lawn, and disturbed a nest of four baby rabbits. Those little fuzzy soft baby bunnies were only about three inches long, tops. And they scattered about for a bit, and I was able to catch three of them in...
Chapter Five: Outrages Abound Lisa The shocked tableau held for a few critical seconds until Trish abruptly turned beet red and scrambled for one of the small bedrooms with a loud squeak. Oddly, it wasn't her nudity that struck me most deeply. It was her ankles, made even shapelier by those high heels she was tottering away on. She had the kind of legs I o...
I sat on my bed wearing a tight, black shirt, and boy shorts underneath my blankets. My golden hair was oily, and untouched. I through it back in a ponytail, and let my bangs spray across my face. I was watching re-runs of the Golden Girls when I heard a knock at my bedroom door. Not waiting for an invitation, my dad opened the door, and peeked his head in....
This is the kind of reader Homer would like to "know." ***** A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman in a spankingly short maternity dress approached a short dark man in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica bookstore. "My God! I can't believe it," she exclaimed. "You are ...you must be ... Homer Vargas!" "Now why would you say that?" the man...
Cartoons… Such a wondrous and enjoyable thing to watch, for these worlds of animation and ink, are filled with heroes and villains, destroyers and creators… Each world filled with their own unique brand of hero and villain, but as these worlds exist, a question comes to mind… What would happen if characters from these worlds were forced to live together? Suc...