Please note that this is part 5 of a hard core cuckold story and about a black man fucking a white married woman. If you read any further I will know and so will everyone else that you like this sort of story. You have been told. I would again really like to thank WhiteWave48 for the help with proofing and correcting this story. I know she is extremely bus...
Angels landed seven feet from our front door. It must have happened while we napped by the fire this afternoon. I am surprised we did not hear them – the playful flutter of their wings should have stirred us, their contaminated laughter should have funneled into our sleep. In the twilight, the evidence of their trespass is very real and very fresh. * * *...
**Author's Note: I'm hoping to get up to 12-13 chapters of this story. I am currently working on other Erotic Horrors but I'm making this story a priority. ***** Last night was a blur for Agnes after her amazing magic sex with Pastor James. She woke up, naked, the early morning sun glaring in her face to find Michelle and Charlie looking down at her concer...
Act 1 No one has any recollection of her even having parents. An extravagantly rich couple in their early thirties found her, completely unclothed, lying by the side of their man-made lake. Mr. Smith, a naturally observant man, instantly noticed her while he and Mrs. Smith were out on an early morning stroll. As the couple neared her, both man and woman wer...
"Here," mum said placing the two weathered wicker baskets -- probably hand woven by my nan around the Second World War - into my hand. There had to be some sort of sentiment behind them, as she still insisted on using them even though they were coming apart around the rim. "You need to fill at least these two if you want both cherry jam and a cake tomorrow,"...
PART 1 Hugo Long was coiled up in the back seat around his favorite log. The Autumn sun flickered over the prize winning boa constrictor as the car swerved over the river and through the woods. The librarian suggested, but did not insist, that he take the unwieldy piece of driftwood to keep Hugo at ease. It seemed to be working. Ziggy Odyssey was driving....
In '91' during my senior year of high school my folks split up. The whole thing was a mess, with me being sent off to relatives while my mom took my younger siblings to the gulf coast to stay with her parents. They sold the house and Dad moved to be with his new future 'ex-wife' outside of Dallas. Since I am older by about 7 years, and was in high school I...
"Who in the fuck stays open on Christmas Eve?" I cursed under my breath. "Slave-driving bastards like Mr. Brooks, that's who," replied Stacie as she strode through the swinging doors into the kitchen. I quietly fumed, hands shoved in my pockets, leaning against the diner grill; heat on the stovetop matching my temper. It was Xmas eve and every business in...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. — The Rectory is an odd building, or so Lily considers upon approach. It looks rather like a white barn only with harsh black accents and a wrap-around porch, and it's large with too many rooms and too few windows. In fact, when juxtaposed with the elegant towers and stained-glass of the church behind he...
The silvery moonlight poured into the window and over her body, lighting up her skin as it went. His eyes devoured her as he thought back to what they had been doing all night. It was 4 a.m. and he had only known Luna for eight hours. ***** It all started when the most beautiful girl he had ever seen walked up to him and said "Kiss me". She was about 5...