My names Candace, but I like to be called Candy and my account begins when my husband Phil suggested that it would be a nice idea if myself and my daughter Katie had some professional photographs taken before she left home for university and to celebrate my forty-first and her nineteenth birthdays. It sounded like a good idea and Katie was up for it, especia...
This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This chapter has (consensual) emotional abuse and public humiliation. Caveat reader. --- Dr. Anne Carrington, my anthropology professor was making me breakfa...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothi...
Gina was about to read through the final draft of her paper when she realized she'd picked up someone else's print job. This is a true story. I accidentally walked into the girls locker room at the gym. It was mostly empty except for two hot blondes. They were totally naked and standing at their lockers and they both had shave pussies. Plus amazing asses an...
We walked home from work together. On arriving at her house, she invited me in. I followed her into her room. It was small, with just a sofa bed, table, an armchair, and a door leading to her bathroom and kitchen. I sat down and accepted the beer she offered me and waited for her to return from the bathroom. My hopes aroused and my cock stiffened in my jean...
Mousy Wife in Slutty Dress at Biker Bar "Honey, you know how I have been trying to convince you to dress more, uh, provocatively when we go out?" asked Milton, gulping with nervousness as he addressed his wife, Sophie. "Um, yes. But you know I'm not that kind of woman, dear," said Sophie softly, looking down at her tea as she stirred it. "But you have suc...
"Tomas, wake up...breakfast!" Tom awoke with a start and grabbed the sheets closer to him. Looking over at the door, he saw Maria standing there with a sardonic look on her face. When she saw his reaction, her lips curled upward into a sarcastic half-smile. "Don't be afraid, little chicken. I will not eat you," she said with her Spanish accent. "Hurry up a...
Lacy Elise Palmer was the only daughter of Jonathan Everett Palmer, the long time alpha of the Palmer pack of Palmer Island, South Carolina. But even for someone as privileged as she, there was a double standard, her brothers were Considered to be future alphas, in fact her oldest brother John, had already been chosen as the next alpha of the Palmer pack....
Thanks to SaneManiax for editing this particular installment. Ahem, so now, we head back inside the stark building known as Meretrix Hills Asylum. It's another hallway. This one extremely dank, and the definite look of a seldom travelled or even cleaned passage. We find Laura, hurrying down the hall in heels that are certainly beyond the regulations of foot...
Belba looked in the mirror, admiring how her skimpy dress clung to her two-and-a-half foot body. With a flourish, she added the finishing touch, a hair pin with a small metal book crossed by a pen and a sword, the symbol of the human goddess Fel Alda. She looked totally fuckable. Hopefully, the humans would find her so as well. Lots of horny human men would...