Ch. 11 song titles Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring (Bach) Prince of Denmark's March (Clarke) Wedding March (Mendelssohn) Heartbeat (Carrie Underwood) An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 11 Ashley's words of wisdom turned out to be some of the best advice Mike and Melody could have ever received. Though they made little progress in learning more about Melody's drea...
SUMMARY: Husband makes submissive wife's black cock fantasy come true. NOTE: This is a Halloween 2014 contest story so please vote. DEDICATION: This is dedicated to the real PAM and JOHN. THANKS: To MAB7991, goamz86,and Robert for editing. White Slut Wife: Black Cock Fantasy We were watching porn in the hotel after a wedding in late August, both intox...
Author's note: I think this works as a stand-alone. I get my lily white ass reamed by a big black bull in front of my wife, her friend and my swim team. Delicious humiliation! Mindy's moving day signaled a huge change in her life and the relationship I have with my wife, Debbie. That was the day we put on a real life show of me offering up my sissy ass wh...
I had gone over to the grocery store late in the afternoon the following day, returning with several bags of groceries that I was juggling on my way over towards the elevators. "Here, let me help you with those." I heard a voice saying. I turned almost dropping one of the bags at the sound of the woman's voice. "Thank you," I said as she just caught it, t...
"How does this one look?" Kathy inquired as she posed in a yellow and blue bikini. It was the fourth bathing suit she'd tried on and she was becoming frustrated. "It looks good, Honey," I responded. "I like that one just as much as the others." "Oh, damn," she sighed. "You're missing the point! Everyone is going to be at that pool party—I have to look spe...
As-Salamu Alaykum, my brothers and sisters. My name is Jonathan James Korfa. My friends call me J.J. My family hails from the town of Dhamasa in the Gedo region of Somaliland. My father and mother moved to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, where I was born a few years later. I grew up in New England, and lived there for my whole life. One day, my existence...
There's an old adage; "never say never." I, Jim Sickles, never believed in that. By the time that I was eighteen I had a strong sense of right and wrong. Everything was black and white to me; I didn't see much gray. My parents always preached that "honesty is the best policy." Probably because of their influence, and the punishment I got when I lied, and th...
It had been a long day. I had showed up late to my first class of the day in my final month of being a college Freshman, tripped coming in the door, and landed right at my calculus professors feet. Naturally, not a single person missed the incident, or my professor sarcastically suggesting I would see better from a chair. And that was just the start. After...
It was a strange scent that awoke me. I turned over in bed but could still smell a hint of, I don't know, lilacs? Whatever it was, it smelled nice. But when was the last time I had lilac-scented pillows? When I opened my eyes, the next sense hit me, and it wasn't nice. It was a screaming hangover that filled every inch of my head. Just looking around th...
Jane spent an extra day in Boston since nothing was flying, and the train service was spotty at best. For two days driving was a no-no from Washington to Maine and beyond. We didn't leave Jane's house until the next morning, Wednesday. The Cambridge crew was likewise marooned together. Fran explained the surreptitious plan to wear out Ned, thus he had reache...