Note to Readers: This series concerns the adventures of a friend of ours. It's been embellished and fictionalized, partly by her as she told it, and partly by me. I have her permission to repeat it. ***** "So," I ask, as we get safely on the road, and I reach to Carl's crotch and pull his dick out. It springs to life immediately, and I want to suck it, but...
Forward: This piece was inspired by a story I stumbled into while using the "Loving Wives Spinner" feature to find a story to entertain myself one day. If I could remember the name of the story, I would give it a mention and due credit. But, alas, I cannot recall it. Part of the motivation for writing this tale was that I really didn't like how the plot...
So this is a true story. It happened a short while ago. I have changed the names. Actually I mostly just used letters as I'm a lazy bitch. Plus I've kept some details vague. Still some people will be able to recognise it I'm sure. A little backstory, my name is Sasha, I'm a gay woman and I live in a large city in the UK. Probably not either of the ones you...
Oh my GOD I'm so hungover. I creak my eyes creak open, and immediately regret doing so. Everything hurts. My head is pounding. My mouth tastes like something died in it. I try to sit up, pause, flop back onto the couch. At least I've got blanket. Wait... I'm not in my bed. Where the fuck am I? I rub the back of my hand over my eyes, feeling a weird, heavy...
For those that don't like it there is a sense of incest within this story, our siblings are in fact not blood related but have been bought up as brother and sisters. If this subject is going to offend please read no further.it is and will develop further into a story of exhibitionism hence why it is here rather than in Taboo/Incest. This story is complete...
If you read, please do the courteous thing, and vote/comment/leave feedback. We authors work hard and it's nice to be recognized. Feedback encourages us to write more. I hope you enjoy! ;)~ ******************** My name is Heather, and I used to be a good girl. I used to be a shy, timid little thing that didn't like making a scene, didn't like being bad, a...
My wife reminded me again last night. Nothing was said. Sarah simply leant forward, taking some of her weight on her arms. She raised herself from her squatting position on my groin, my spent erection slipping from between the lips of her smooth, exquisitely hairless pussy. Then she moved up my body, until her cunt was right above my open mouth, daring me t...
Hi, my name is Dorothy and I am a true 'Soccer Mom.' I live in suburbia as a stay-at-home mom and my 6 year-old son is really in a soccer league. My 3 year-old daughter will surely play too when she gets older. A few months ago, I had an amazing sexual experience at a swingers club with my husband Frank, that transformed my attitudes towards sex. Before, I w...
This is the fourth instalment concerning the sexually inexperienced soccer-mom, Dorothy who goes to a swingers club for the first time and it changes her life. The first three instalments were from the viewpoint of Frank, her husband, Dorothy and Mark who seduced and fucked her at the club. The next instalment was about Dorothy's meeting with her son's socce...
To fully grasp the significant thrust of this story it is advised that you read chapters 1 and 2 of Amish Country Blues first. Enjoy! * Hannah strode the several yards from the barn to the house dragging Tommy along behind her. Her mind was searching for the emotion that seemed to be coursing just beneath the surface of her conscious mind. Was she angry, o...