I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I sat on the bed, staring at my phone. I had been planning this for the past month, but the question was, could I actually go through with it now that the time was here? Finally, I took a deep breath and hit send. The message simply read, "If you're still in, meet me at Prohibition Bar on Trade Street at 8:00PM."...
I awoke to a rocking sensation, something was pressing hard onto my chest and moving. I slowly opened my eyes and Leah's beautiful face came into focus, her eyes closed and her lips pursed. She was slowly moving back and forth, her hands gripping my shoulders, her cheek resting on my chest. My eyes then looked past her messy brown hair and down her body reve...
Monica turned her head to me and I saw that desperate look of "I need to cum" on her face. She was still grinder her pussy into Mike who was ignoring the rules with two handfuls of her tits and sucking hard on her nipples. Monica's eyes rolled up in her head and I knew she was about to cum, however, they were interrupted by a naked Tiffany who gently but fir...
Racists, and moralists will dislike this and condemn us; but this story is almost completely true. My wife and I love each other and we offer no apology for any of our actions. * Janet and I checked into our hotel overlooking the Mississippi River across from the French Quarter and next to the old fish market. It was March and time for her 'spring adventu...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Reproduction without the expressed approval of the writer and owner of the story is prohibited. Be advised, this is a story about a cuckold couple told from the point of view of their bull. As some of you know of my stories, it is not conventional to the genre. I push boundaries and question everything a...
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This is a work of fiction. Any likeness to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. No real locations were used in this story. No One was harmed in the making of it. I don’t condone rape, or anything that brings anyone harm at any time. This is purely Fantasy and probably shouldn’t be read by anyone….ever. All persons depicted in this story are fictional...
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