I wanted to call this “Brian’s Dong” but Dennis said that would have been far too facetious. I’m not the English Teacher that Dennis is. Anyway Denny asked me to write this stuff down like he did and post it on his page because like he tells me, we were all connected and still are. It was cool how we all came to live together like we did in 1986. We had a b...
Note to Reader Yes, this is the first story I've posted on here since 2002. My other story "Laraloubaye" was never completed, though the ideas are still very much in my imagination. Meanwhile, this new one, "Oshun" is not so much a story as it is a description of the society that the title character in my first story came from – the "Zoue" (as you'll see be...
Warning: the following chapter features boobs, emotional confrontations, dramatic reveals, coffee, unusual newcomers, tits, self sacrifice, restorations, devastations, reparations, repeated unexpected nudity, and one girl's drive to get back what is rightfully hers. Girlfriend with Testing Device - A Smutty Fanfiction, of Sorts - = Part 21 - Breast Laid...
Summary: 3 cheerleaders, 2 nerds, 1 Santa...lots of sex. Note 1: This is a Holiday Season 2019 Story so please vote. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, and Robert for editing. * His two elves were college girls wearing rather tight attire and green pantyhose. George, having been a pantyhose fanatic since the 70s when they were common everyday female fashio...
'This was going to be interesting,' I thought, as I listened to my friend Jessica explain the rules of the game. We were in her bedroom and luckily for us her parents were away for the weekend. We had just got back to Jessica's after a party and her boyfriend had suggested this game of spin the bottle. We had all had a bit too much punch so thought it was...
[tags: breast feeding] Our connections with friends and family are what defines us. How we handle making or stopping them defines who we are. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 24 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = (M/Br)aking Connections Shelly sat in her room, alone, trying to sort out her feelings. She'd hardly said a wor...
Mark and Jenni descend the spiral stairs with damp hair and muscles like warm caramel. They glide across the hardwood floor to rejoin the others. Mark takes the armchair opposite Freddy and pulls Jenni onto his lap. "Unf. Gettin' to be such a big girl," he says, Daddy-like. "Sorry," she murmurs. Mark's hand on her belly doesn't look like the gesture of...
Author's Note: As far as I know, this is the end of the Mike/Casey saga. It's also the longest part, but there's some sex in it! Don't worry, I wouldn't want to leave you all hard and unsatisfied~ There's some Very Unsexy meanness in the middle of this story, during the bar scene. Might want to skip that if you're made uncomfortable by that kinda stuff. Ot...
Sometime around 2:00 AM, I am awakened by a door slamming. It appeared quite close, maybe the next room. I rolled over trying to return to sleep, and succeeded for a short time, only to be awakened by the sounds of fucking happening in the next room. The bed is hitting the wall in rhythmic cadence, a female voice is heard reacting to each push of cock into p...
Dionysis Retreat, Floor 1 Mrs. Brandi Westerholm, a full-breasted redhead with trim waistline and curvaceous hips, arrived on the first floor of the Dionysis Retreat in a mid-thigh low cut black halter dress that fit her like a glove and displayed to maximum advantage her 38Cs. Her hourglass figure was molded into mythic Wonder Woman proportions by a shelf...