(The naughty bits can be found on page 4 - if that's too much first, well, you've been warned.) Jaime had been asleep for a couple of hours when he woke up because his wife prodded his shoulder. He half turned her way and she stroked his chest, so he snuggled up to her and used his left hand so push her nightgown up over her chest - undressing before maki...
I watched the removers lift the last box into the house, they even unpacked most if and left me to so the odd bits here and there and once they had finished I shut the door. Since my parents had died 3 months ago I was now the owner of their old house, I thought about selling it when they died but as I had just split up from my long term girlfriend and neede...
After Kristina had set the schedule for the balance of the orgy, she felt she could now relax. So she went to collect Black Jack to have him pleasure her for the rest of the night while Pamela and Sally entertained the male attendees. This was the first time she was able to schedule fucking Black Jack, and she was looking forward to it. Kristina Vargas had...
Hello, my name is Jill and I am boring. Everything about me is boring. I am 28 years old and I am average height, have boring brown eyes and boring shoulder length brown hair. I have average 36C breasts to go on my average, slightly overweight body, with my entirely unstriking facial features. As a result I don't usually get that much attention from men and...
Warning: Although I am placing this story in the First Time category, it could have as easily been put into the BDSM or Group Sex categories. If either of these bother you, seek out another story. Disclaimer: All characters in this story are fictional, and over the age of 18. ~~~~~ An hour past sunset on a Friday night, I was driving towards my parents...
Foreword: This isn't really a BTB Revenge tale, and it might be seen as a "wimp story" by some. It's more of a different take on some of the Unsuspecting Husband tales I've seen on here. While it isn't a BTB, it's still a type of Zero Tolerance tale. Nobody gets killed in this one. :P This is basically a mental palette cleanser as far as getting back to wo...
The detective and Passepartout met often on deck after this interview, though Fix was reserved, and did not attempt to induce his companion to divulge any more facts concerning Mr. Fogg. He caught a glimpse of that mysterious gentleman once or twice; but Mr. Fogg usually confined himself to the cabin, where he kept Aouda company, or according to his invetera...
I asked her in later times if it was ever tight or caused discomfort. She always assured me that it was her sole beloved possession though it was never hers. It was never a burden. I met her accidentally at an airport, one of the smaller European ones. She was sitting alone in the boarding lounge sobbing. Her shoulder length auburn hair was tangled, what ma...
JEN: A GIRL, A CAR, A ROAD: GETTING HER KICKS ON ROUTE 66 © CHAPTER 2 Bloomington [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With the exception of the historical places and people, all oth...
Chaff and dross can look green and lush to the covetous eye The orange flames shot up a hundred feet before being swallowed by the smoke and blackness that shrouded the old house in the dead of night. Old boards and plaster along with the bric-a-brac of years of scurrilous living fed the inferno as the heat and consumption intensified its winning battle wit...