You park your car and head towards the backstage door to get into the moderately sized local theatre. You punch in the code, and step up the stairs towards the dressing room, your brain swimming around with the thought of the show coming up soon. Tonight's only the dress rehearsal, but you're here early to make sure all your stuff is ready. You've learnt fro...
She and her husband were my parents' friends and now I was standing, mostly naked, in her bedroom and her hands were exploring my body. She'd been to our house loads of times and always wore clothes to show off her body. Short skirts and vest tops, or tight trousers and sheer blouse. And always high heels. She had great legs and a slim body, shoulder length...
You park your car and head towards the backstage door to get into the moderately sized local theatre. You punch in the code, and step up the stairs towards the dressing room, your brain swimming around with the thought of the show coming up soon. Tonight's only the dress rehearsal, but you're here early to make sure all your stuff is ready. You've learnt fro...
Lying on his back on the apartment's well-worn old carpet, Djohar "Joe" Mokhtar was most where he was born to be. The Somali Muslim stud had a big grin on his face as a certain large object, spherical in nature suddenly neared him, briefly obstructing his field of vision. Joe took a deep breath, almost shaking with anticipation of what was coming his way. Th...
It's summer but there is definitely something in store for you from spring break. Even though you have a college degree in [use fantasy], it's become pretty pointless since your wives are taking in large amounts of money from their divorce settlement, investing it wisely, and making it so you never have to work a day in your life. All of you have come to liv...
Apparently my cousin felt that the two of us should now talk and between the two of them had decided that the husband who I had some social interaction should place the call. We made small talk – and while she could see it – my friend was already coming to life thinking of a rematch or possibly her mouth I'm not sure. I'm fine when asked how I was doing. S...
If he's going to be stranded anywhere, a good place to be stranded, Tommy was happy and sexually excited to be stranded without power with 20 whores and a madam in a whorehouse. Continued from Chapter 2: Unless they were given directions to it and/or knew exactly where it was, no one would ever find Clayton House, especially the police. Originally built in...
Fatima Zahra is a hijabi wife, teacher and a mother of 2 kids, however, this is just the start of who this Indian bitch is since she is the above only when her husband is around. Her other side is a wild, sex-crazy MILF with a massive, seat-swallowing ass that covered 2 guys when she sat on their knees during orgies at the school she worked in. Fatima's size...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the people, places, conventions, events etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Fea...
In hindsight, it was a big mistake renting out part of our house to our college frat boy neighbors. My mom Cindy was all for it at first because they seemed like such great university kids. But it didn't take long before our house essentially turned into a wing of the frat house next door. They turned me - the oldest male living there at 25 years old - into...