A totally fictional story that I started last April, and just could not get it like I wanted it until now, I think. It is a third part of the series, but I tried to use a paragraph or two to give you a little background in case you haven't read them. If you're looking for perfect grammar, and zero typos, my stories are not for you, I try, and seem to be impr...
To swap or not to swap. Margo and I didn't take long getting back into thee "mood" after our first round of sex. Our respective mates, Bob and Carol Sue were upstairs, balls ass naked and fucking up a storm and we could have cared less. In the spa, we had already decided that this first swap night would be one in which we would get to know each others m...
"So how was my dear husband, this time?" I asked my best friend Irena. "Fucking great!" she answered. "In every sense! How did you enjoy my husband?" "Bloody marvellous!" I said. "As always, of course." I'm Nisha and Irena is my best friend. We make quite a contrast. I am a typical Indian girl (though I was born in England and my parents were born in Ugan...
Life didn't offer a lot of joy for Lydia. Her only daughter was one of them. In fact it was the only thing her former fiancée. Unfortunately the bastard had left her after her pregnancy. She raised her daughter Mary alone, her parents didn't give a lot of help. She thought about finding someone but she failed. Now at 45 she didn't have the mind and the body...
The alarm ringed, ripping Zack out of his sleep. He glanced at the clock. 7:12. "Great. I'll be late. Eh... who cares.", he thought to himself. The longer he lived his usual life, the less he seemed to care. At first he was concerned at the loss of emotions, but the more time passed, the more accepting he was of it. Or rather... unbothered? The doo...
Warning: This one is all about big weird swaps and reality manipulations. It contains boobs, tits and other mammaries, institutional femdom, greek statues, slutty boys, fashionable chastity, alternate histories in the making, cunt-boy x futa, marathon fucking, celebrity m-preg, work place drama, explosions, horse cocks (girls with), cultural feminization, sl...
"I enjoyed it also," came out of my mouth as I took my left hand, placed it on his right hand and pushed it to my breast. The above was taken from the last sentence in Memories, Chapter 5, Lesbian Sex. This chapter begins: My mind was spinning about swinging and swapping as Mike was massaging my right breast so slow and softly. Is it possible that Rob and...
Once again, this is the second part of a story I was asked to write for a friend and I was given limited information as to the actual event. The story is a complete fabrication of my mind. Over the next few days the two couples toured around New Zealand and Laura delighted in showing Heather her new adopted country. Heather and Patrick were impressed and...
Chapter 17 A new flat to christen. I awoke slowly, hearing Susan pottering around in the kitchen. For the first time I completely forgot about the cameras and strolled naked into the kitchen to join her. Susan was obviously sharper than me and had put on the pink tabard dress that she was given last night. And panties, I noticed. I suddenly realised my nak...
The Village 09 -- Star Party SATURDAY Pierre steered the yacht as Jerome moored it to the wharf. Their car was waiting. Pierre told the girls that they could return to the Gite and the men would follow when the yacht had been cleaned and checked over. "One of our friends will be at the Gite, preparing for the party. The lady there will explain to you what...