A months passed since the awful day that Bill, my horrible bully, fucked my mum. Again and again and again. I don't know if he's been back for more or not, after begging him not to my next move was to run away. I couldn't live there any more. I haven't spoken to my mum, I haven't gone near that house. Living with my uncle now and my life has improved no end...
Chapter 8: He Leaves a Mark Leslie lay on her right side with her legs spread so that her right was on the bed and left was up and bent at the knee. Her right hand was massaging her button and her left was stimulating her g-spot. Open next to her was her laptop, the video that was playing showed a muscular bum rising and falling as its owner thrust into a w...
Andrea Vargas stood in the kitchen of her large, South Florida home, chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients for that night's dinner. The 38-year-old curvy housewife wore pink leggings, white flip flops, and a light pink t-shirt she had tied off at her belly button to give her tight midriff some air on the warm afternoon. By that time, her husband and...
A Quick Note Before this story starts, I must ask you to remember that it's not just the rich, famous and extremely good looking that are lucky enough to have a fantastic life when it comes to sex, relationships and the elation these brings us. People from all walks of life have personas that allow them to live this kind of lifestyle, or at least some of it...
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I was completely, physically, sexually, and otherwise drained at the end of the evening. Roxanne, Jen, and even Carl had worn me out between them. I had expelled one load in Jen's ass, one in Roxanne's, and the last in Carl's, but I also came on Roxanne's tits once, only to have Carl and Jen both lap it up and share it in a truly fantastic French kiss that p...
((Authors Note: I still can not bring myself to re-write the end of this fairy tale as it should be written. This is in it's raw form; mostly. Some changes have been made because spell checker said so. :) For those that have read Guests Cum First, it explains why Mikal made the choice he did I think. Though she'll never read it here, a heart-felt thank you...
"Even if you are a minority of one, the truth is the truth." ― Mahatma Gandhi "Opinions are like assholes, son; everybody's got one." Marshall's attestation was more trite than: "Women: Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em." "Correct," I responded, "but the truth is like a nine inch cock; only a few of us possess those." The husband's smug smirk...
I awoke the next morning and did my usual morning routine, after which I lifted my leg and peed on my piss tree and then crawled to the porch to see if she fed me or if I must wait until suppertime. The bowls were empty, except for the key to the lock on my collar and a note from Gretchen. "Go inside and take a shower. Use the master bedroom. You will also...
Dear Shoeblossom... I don’t know if my involvement with Satanic Silki is my fault, because of my neurosis? You judge... First, my parents were weird, warped people. The oldest of us kids, Breanne, became an adulterous bitch, and my brother Brian’s effect was, he was a cruel asshole. And he ran off with my first wife. I’m Brogan, the youngest, the “sensiti...