*It took some time but here's the next episode. A warning though, I'll have to disappoint you because there's no hanky-panky in this one! * 16 - Party Time The four had left their packs with Monna after the nourishing meal and followed her directions to the tailor through small streets a little away from the busier main street. The sign with needle and t...
****Although this is in the interracial section it is more romance then just focusing on the interracial element*** (I never planned on writing a sequel to this story but a fan asked me to write an ending to it) ***** Veronica stirred awake by the sound of her phone getting a message. The buzzing sound was just another indicator that her career was callin...
Buck was resting on the couch with his wife of 20 years, Elaine, a fire roaring in the fireplace, their kids, now teenagers and one with a car, still out with friends at the movies on a snowy Christmas Eve. They didn't expect the kids back for another couple of hours, being just after 9pm, and were enjoying a couple of cocktails before they would head back t...
This story is collaboration between Myself and My loving collared submissive fireinnereyes. It is a story, but the feelings and the emotions are very real to U/us. W/we hope you enjoy reading it as much as W/we enjoyed the back and forth that created it. Blessed be to all O/our F/friends and to those new O/ones that W/we meet together all the time. "My fir...
This is a sequel to the four part series More Than Just Friends. To be honest, I wrote this first, then wanted to explore Danny and Tyler’s relationship. You can read this alone, but I recommend reading More Than Just Friends first. (But, don’t let me tell you what to do). Let me know your thoughts, and I hope you enjoy! PDreadful ----- “You know, I know...
The class was English Composition and I'd been given three papers to write. I'd been given the subject for the first two and they were already written and turned in. The third paper was to be on whatever I could think of. The paper was actually one that should have been done in freshman year, but because of all the credit hours I'd accrued in the Army I was...
Chapter Three—Execution During the next month Erica and I only communicated via text message. Initially it was daily but after a week or so it became every other day, then every two to three days. We didn't say much in the texts. And, for those who are curious, there was no sexting. Mostly she wanted to know how I was doing. I tried to keep my responses lig...
I apologize for the long delay, but I've been working on this chapter non-stop in my head...while actually not writing it on my computer. With how I ended last chapter (and a lot of you loved it) I decided to do something haven't done with this story or previous, give much needed background and in this case, one event has literally been at the forefront of w...
Chapter Thirty-seven Vaginas are made to be fucked by one erect penis not four fingers; their flexible entrances recover quickly after being penetrated by even the largest cock but despite its capacious size, Pete’s forceful fingers had taken mine up to, if not quite beyond its elastic limit. Anuses of course, aren’t made to be fucked at all. Anuses can ta...
The week Greg was in Sacramento Gwen and Zoe bonded like sorority sisters preparing for spring break. Beauty salon, spa, nails, botox injections, butt bleaching, and spray tanning...they did it all. Matching coiffured two inch equilateral triangle pussy bushes, razor cut and trimmed with not a hair out of place, completed the look. Standing naked in the mirr...