Nathan Bedford Buchanan had never met his paternal grandfather. For the most part, he wished he never met his maternal grandfather either. His rich and powerful grandfather on his mother's side had insisted he be named Nathan Bedford as a fuck you to his father's family. Nathan was the product of a one time hook up with a Mexican athlete married to a black w...
Chapter 8 – Emma has a visitor Emma kept sobbing as her fingers teased another orgasm out of her abused hole. Tears were running down her cheeks and pussy juice down her thighs. She was so angry and upset with herself. She'd tried desperately to get her life back to normal since she'd got home from her night in the woods but she found she could hardly stop...
I have had a lot of first time memories in my life but some of the most memorable happened when I met and fell in love with a farm girl. It was my first time with a country girl. They are so different than city women. It was my first time living in the country and living on a working farm. It was my first time caring for the animals, tending to the crops,...
To all, Due to the interest in this series, here is part 14. PS. If anyone wants to volunteer to be my editor, please give a shout. I have struck out with the volunteers listed within this website. Welcome to a new beginning for the Pride. Its time now for the Pride to settle down and grow roots and wings Its time for separate communities to come togethe...
The sun was low on the horizon and the day would soon be done. The waves that day had been mostly shoulder high, and as I waited for my last ride the sun began to slide closer to the sea. My board rose and fell as each swell passed; I wanted my last ride of this perfect day to be the best. As I sat on my board looking west I measured the line-up marching tow...
Quick & Dirty - F/f - D/s - S/M - slapping - kicking - whipping - fucking. Fantasy, not reality. ***** The front door bumps open, is shouldered aside by an athlete. It's knocked closed carelessly by the heel of her shoe, and she leans against it briefly, as if to seal it. Her body is glistening and flushed, her muscles tense and strong from the exertion o...
I slobber on the thick, veiny cock in front of me. I slurp away like it's an ice-pop on the hottest day of summer. I'm dressed in a red plaid skirt, a white shirt with a matching plaid badge that reads 'head girl', the neckline just low enough to reveal my leopard print bra. The skirt is riding high enough to reveal the matching thong and floral patterned...
Cleo scampered across the yard, chasing after her favorite toy, a squeaky hedgehog. I sat on the grass, drinking a Manhattan, and smiling softly and occasionally petting Scout. It was a calm night; the birds were chirping, the sunset was just about to happen, the air was cool but not chilly and the smell of incoming rain was so relaxing. My little pet eagerl...
You know, I have had some really nice people contact me based on my writings. They are intelligent, literate, literary and not seeking sex; per say, but enlightenment or excitement as we all do, in our rut of life, repeating it day to day, giving in to the grind and paying the bills. So, I thank those who encourage me as a new writer, it is just therapeutic...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story continues the exhibitionist adventures of Alina, a character previously introduced in a story titled 'Coffee Shop Surprise'. This is a new but slightly related story. Alina checked that her Bluetooth was firmly in place and stepped into the bar. It was already fairly crowded inside, a busy Friday night. Hip hop music was playing,...