English translation by Pimanko. Chapter 8 Stephanie's First Production The days passed at the Good Breast dairy. Stephanie, who had begun producing milk moved into the second phase, increasing production. Having recently succeeded in extracting a half-liter (about a pint) of milk, their objective was still to obtain three litres a day. For that, it was ne...
I had to laugh when I heard the music playing and the shower running behind the door of the master bathroom. Dana, my wife, apparently had the same plan as I did about getting ready early that Saturday evening before we met her girlfriend and husband for dinner. Yes, she wanted to see as much of the football game as she could before we had to leave. Though...
I was a student living abroad in Madrid when we met. I had no classes that afternoon and decided to walk along the Gran Via. The oversized yellow umbrella I carried provided more than adequate cover from the Spanish afternoon sun. My fair skin, long brown hair and blue eyes surely stood out among the native Spaniards. Perhaps that's what captured Javier's a...
My wife and I live in a lovely suburb. Semi detached heaven. Husband's work, wives stay at home and kids go to school and college. An ideal situation I think. But unfortunately my wife Jenny or Jen for short gets bored and unlike me has never experienced hard times, poverty and no money. I have sought to make sure that doesn't happen. So far so good. But Jen...
Hayley Williams wheeled her suitcase into the luxury penthouse suite, finding her band of celebrity gal pals in a number of compromising positions atop the plush leather sofas. Elle Fanning was sprawled out on her back; the bejewelled tip of a metal buttplug poking out from her tight pink asshole, while she held a huge vibrating wand to her clit. Laid out be...
Hierarchy of Needs by Pan Special thanks to HP for his contributions to this chapter. Chapter 14: If Ashley had seen my face when I found the piece of paper, I bet it would have filled up her entire 'need to be acknowledged' bar and then some. Obviously I didn't know what I looked like, but I can tell you the emotions that were running through my head....
It was an average Saturday afternoon; my wife Sarah and I were hanging out at the house relaxing and watching TV. She had invited her friend Heather over for some extra company. She was a fine woman, dark brown hair, long legs leading up to a perky butt, breasts on the smaller side compared to my wives, but they were still very nice. Much taller than my wife...
Okay. Here goes. You can call me Ezra. I'm 25 years old and I live in a medium-sized city, in a Western country. (That's all the detail you're getting - I don't want any creeps showing up on my doorstep 'cause I decided to put the details of my sex life on the internet.) I'm a trans guy. I've been on testosterone for two and a half years, and I just got top...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person, location or situation in particular. All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen. This submission is 3rd is a series of a 4-part story about a mature man starting to model for an artist, leading to other fun sexual activities. I hope you have had fun & enjoyed readi...
**~~Authors note: Still pretty new at this, so comments and constructive criticism are definitely welcome. Thanks for reading!~~** ***** Jane was snuggled comfortably into the corner of the couch, curled up around Rob under the cushy blue blanket Celia had offered them. Celia and Lee, Celia's boyfriend, were similarly snuggled on the other end of the couch...