FRENCH WHORES MAKE GREAT WIVES (An interview with Gaspardo Del Tornet) {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experience. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military, and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolate f...
Ch 1 Moonrise One of the great things about Mychelle's home that Tomm had not discovered yet was her backyard. Well, it wasn't really her backyard, but close enough that you didn't need an SUV to get there. In fact, all you had to do was walk out the back gate and bingo, you were in another world with its own lake and walking tracks. It even had a spooky se...
These are my very first submissions, and they are true accounts of recent experiences that made a profound impact on me. I hope that you enjoy reading them. Feedback and comments are most welcome. - A One - The Orientation I stand at His front door, nervousness radiating from me. I contemplate turning around and going home. In some as-yet undefined way, I...
Every woman has a secret-every last one of us. Whether it be the fact that you're a lesbian, you love another man, you had an abortion; you have a secret that you're hiding. My secret is not as simple as the ones I've listed, it's complicated. In fact, I doubt you'd even believe me if I were to tell you, so maybe I won't, but the way this story goes eventual...
All characters are fictional, except me, everyone in the story is over 21. My stories will involve, male/male sex, cross-dressing, and bad language, so if this offends you please don't bother reading. I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, carefully applying finishing touches to my pink lipstick, I'm ready. I walk downstairs to fix myself a drink, exu...
"Hey, Stud. You gonna work on that all night?" Peter glanced up from his computer and instantly forgot about the heat exchanger design on the screen. Kyra was standing in the door of the home office, stark naked. "Nope." He stood up and walked around the desk, then took her in his arms and kissed her. She plastered her body against his, grinding her hairl...
Author's Note: Originally this story was entirely in the voice of Tasha, and I hoped that one of the sultry-voiced ladies of the Text with Audio section might be interested in doing a recording. Lit's editors requested that I add in some other cues to make it a little more readable, so I've done that - However, if any of you text with audio specialists would...
I was woken up from my sleep by a warm wet feeling from my cock, I realized that Kate was sucking my soft cock in her mouth and caressing my balls, as she continued my cock hardened, from all the practice she had been getting lately, she was getting very good at it. I moaned as I enjoyed her tongue swirling around my cock. Seeing I was awake now, she moved h...
If the definition of a prostitute is someone that sells there body for money then my wife has just turned pro. Since leaving the grasp of Mr. Houseman (see Hazel and the rent man) and his heavies life had been getting better and better. I’d accepted the fact that Hazel needed more cock than I could give her and was happy for Tom, the tenant down stairs to f...
"Fuck it!" yelled Sandra disconsolately as she threw her racquet away in disgust. Breathing hard she sank to the ground and leaned back against the wall of the court. With perspiration glistening on her brow and her cheeks flushed with exertion, Shona stood, hands resting on her hips, breathing deeply. "Another game?" she enquired. Sandra shook her head....