Chris Zak's beanbag chair engulfed me as he turned on his x box and loaded Grand theft auto. We both were sweaty from playing basketball in his home gym earlier so I was happy to relax and watch Zak play his video games. "Man, I would give anything to bang an older woman." Zak said as his character entered a virtual strip club. "Dude, we're both virgins....
If you couldn't tell, this is part 8 of an ongoing series. The story contains a male 18 year old topping a transgender 18 year old girl. You did read that correctly. This story contains anal. If you don't like that, don't read it. It is a really emotion heavy chapter. And really long. Hope you enjoy. ***** After The Santa Barbara Tournament After we got...
Friday, 6:45 PM I'd had a particularly hard day at work with my boss Martha ragging on me about all manner of nonsense. When I'd originally started working at the telemarketing firm, we'd had an easy going even friendly relationship. Things had changed after she'd caught me checking out a picture of her daughter that was resting on her desk. I was using her...
Author's note: This story is fictitious and is a product of the writer's imagination. The characters and situations are strictly for the reader's enjoyment and bare no resemblance to actual events or facts. * Twinges of fear crawl around behind Rikki Lovette's breasts. She nervously drums her fingers on the rented Fiat's steering wheel. Out the side window...
...well, as far as I am concerned, he can just go to hell. No, fuck. I don't mean that. But why, Eric, why did it have to be with her? That big-tittied brunette bitch that works in the same bookstore I do? Fuck you, Clara! I miss him. I miss the way he held me and caressed me. The way he would look in my eyes and smile. Hmm- I guess I could have fallen in...
Caroline's Total The complete Caroline stories. ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan October 2005; September 2006; December 2012; January 2013. This omnibus edition September 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imag...
Dianne hadn't seen her sister-in-law Ellen in well over a week, though she had spoken with her the night before on the phone, learning that her brother Bill was out of town on business and wouldn't be returning until Sunday evening. "Any plans for Saturday?" Dianne had asked. "No, not really, just the usual, dusting, mopping, changing the sheets on the bed...
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her skirt gathered at the flatness of her tum, then fell away from her no-wais...
"Thank you. For letting me have the kids all summer." "Look. Just because we're divorced doesn't mean I don't care. They're my kids, too, remember? I want them to have a great summer with their mom. So go. Have fun. And don't be afraid to meet new people," he told her. "Oh, so you can feel less guilty about having met someone new?" she teased even though i...
The cloak of night fell upon the Camp of Blessing, few rays of moonlight made it through the moving clouds. Tonight was especially quiet out here, the school almost seemed abandoned. No guards on the hallways or around the main courtyard. The dinner hall was empty, unused. Only a light flickered through the windows of a chapel. More precisely, the novice's c...