These stories are written fun, not for profit. If you don't like the content, punctuation, or whatever go to a library. ***************************** It has been an incredibly long time since the publication of the previous chapter. Penny was a real Mormon wife that told me a real Mormon story. Almost six years later I have opted to finish the story on m...
Note: This story is basically true with names and dates changes to avoid harming any one in the story. All people are at a minimum of eighteen years of years. * Prologue From the time that I can remember my mother taking my twin (not identical thank god for her sake, as she would have never gotten a date being as "ugly" as me) me to the doctor for is year...
When God speaks, you should obey without question. Just remember that God is love and anyone who preaches hate doesn't come from God. I feel that those words hold true regardless of which religion one follows, but they should be required for all followers of Islam, the religion I was born into. My name is Fatouma Bilal-Sanchez, and I'm a young woman of Saudi...
The story is a complete fantasy with no under age or cruelty whatsoever. I hope you will enjoy it. ***** The following morning, as Mary had a shower, Peter was busy in the kitchen cooking her breakfast. He always made things as easy as possible for her before she left. Her first port of call was old Mrs Thomas. She shot around the house with a cleaner and...
This is the sixth installment of the continuing adventures of Henry Wilcox, the 67 year old man who just moved into the neighborhood, and Debbie Blair, the naive 18 year old girl down the block. Reading the previous episodes is probably necessary. *** As the service went on and on and Henry Wilcox's 67 year old buttocks protested the hard bench they had be...
As his Fucking Machines increase in popularity, George fights for his Fanny Will our working class hero George with his steam powered Cottage defeat the aristocratic prat Lord Arthur with his crumbling Mansion.? Arthur Cleghorn sat at his magnificent dining Table in his brand new red brick Mansion entertaining the Dowager Lady Maplethorpe arguably the...
My name is Paula Jean-Guillaume. And today is my wedding day. To most young women, it's one of the happiest days of their lives. To me, it's a day of apprehension and uncertainty. Such is the life of a Werewolf in North America. Yeah, that's what I am. Not that you would know unless I told you. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, curvy, with dark brown ski...
"Adam, if you don't have my money, you lying little sack of shit, I'm going to get your balls," Pedro Alvarez said menacingly as he looked at the stocky, dark-skinned young Haitian man who stood before him. Even though it was an unseasonably cool morning in early June, Adam Gustave had begun to sweat profusely. Pedro's acolytes, a portly Mexican guy named Os...
A couple of years after we were married, Alan and I moved to a house on the Newland Hall Estate near Worcester. As part of the settling in process, we started going to the local church. Neighbours and people that we knew went there and it was just a short walking distance from our house. It was a new building and shared between the Anglicans and the Metho...
Sex is a powerful force, folks. Never underestimate what it can make you do. My name is Martine Saint-Pierre. A big and tall Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I have a secret to confess, folks. I am that not so rare mature Black woman who has a perpetual craving for White cocks. Make that young White men's cock...