Foxy arranged for a water taxi to transport Reef and Jenna back to shore. The three of them joined Foxy's parents and their friends for an early lunch served with Bloody Mary's. Jenna felt a bit uncomfortable but did a swell job of acting normal. She even kept her composure when Harold diddled her pussy while using the long table cloth to hide his deeds from...
This is the highly delayed and much anticipated sequel to my original story "Divination and Manipulation". I recommend you start there to learn more about how exactly Sam and Jenn got here. I hope you enjoy! ============================================= I awoke the next morning, groggy and alone. I sat up slowly, wincing at what felt like a rock rolling ar...
Samantha, I have to say, the forty-five million quid I won on the lottery sits in my bank account like a fucking tumour. I only ever bought one ticket, see, on the day of your funeral. Like a middle finger to the cuntiverse. Pretending like I had still some fucking hope left in my soul. Instead of going on a spending spree, or a cruise, I've spent the last...
Reprise: I'd been caught wearing my Sister-in-law's underwear and jerking off to shemale porn by wife (Ruth), Sister-in-law (Esther) and their mother (Donna). I'd been forced into a chastity cage and made to start wearing panties all the time. Furthermore, a curious email I'd sent to "Bowser" before I was married led to my past fraudulent activity being unco...
(In the 1950s it was Coopers Jockey Y Fronts that were the fashion statement in male underwear. Goggle, and explore what I mean. They were high waisted. They did not sit on the man's hips but rode higher than the navel. A big Y shaped opening on the front was their hallmark. Elastic kept the legs tight- until they got old and worn and the elastic became infi...
DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it. I want to apologize for taking so long. I hope you guys enjoy the finished story and it makes up for the damn long time it took to...
I spent the rest of that weekend with Angela, doing various intimate things: walking along the beach, watching her favourite weepy movie, having a picnic under a tree in the local park. Really just spending our last weekend together. Well, there was one more weekend to go, but on Saturday, she'd be recovering from her party, and Sunday she'd likely be packin...
For those who have read the previous version of this story, a few words of explanation: I have called this story 'A New Beginning,' in part because this is what it is for the two characters, but also because it is a significant re-write of 'Art in Reality' chapters 1 and 2. I recently published 'What do I do,' and I feel that my writing has improved since m...
This is the second story about my relationship with my GILF. She was quite surprised (and a bit worked up, thank you very much!) at the response to the first story, and I have convinced her to write this one, and probably one more. First, though, I would like to address a couple of comments posted about the first story: First, yes, my GILF actually exists....
A Good Girl? The weeks leading up to Christmas are always a special time for me. I love the buzz that goes around the workplace as the twenty fifth of December draws closer; colleagues forget their daily grumbles and focus on the positives in their life. I treasure those moments when I can sneak into the kitchen and munch my way through a mince pie with bra...