It's a surprisingly warm night for fall, probably one of the last nice ones we'll have until next spring. We're out on a rare "date night;" rare because raising a rambunctious toddler doesn't leave you much time (or money) to enjoy each other like we used to pre-baby. So we're out strolling amongst families and kids at the last night of the state fair. The l...
Denise pressed her hands as hard as she could over her ears as she tried to block out the low thunder of drums and the faint shrieking moans that had become her only companions. Her head still throbbed a little from the injury she had suffered in the car crash, but it hardly figured on her list of concerns right now. She had woken up here in this dark musty...
Having just shot my load onto Michelle's pert boobs I didn't know where this was going to end. To be honest I had more than enough photographs to fill a ton of magazines all devoted to her. But to be honest I didn't want the shoot to stop. It was hard to explain as Michelle seemed to have me mesmerised. Was it her blue eyes or her long dark hair, her cute as...
I heard organ music playing afterwards dragging myself down the long hallway from the nursery. It must've been a tape playing on the intercom because it was dark outside. It was a victorious tune being played, I thought. I was leaning on Father's shoulder. His arm was around me, gripping me close to him. His head rested on mine. He walked me slowly to the wo...
"Feels tight," said the gruff voice behind me. I felt a very large thumb plow into my ruined asshole and push down on my prostate. "You sure you been fuck'n this little sissy cumdump? You ain't just been fingerbang'n the little fag and jerking off in her mouth, have you?" "Sheeit," I heard Mike say. "I been tear'n the hell out of it for a while now. I just...
The airport bus stopped outside the gleaming eyesore of the market place, the new Hotel City Garden. The cassocked figure of the old priest was one of the last off. I watched from the open window of the Physiotherapy Center as he stepped slowly down and stood still, as if to savor this triumph of physical activity. The warm , early morning air carried a va...
This is my first story and part of a much longer story I have been working on so I would definitely enjoy the encouragement if you like it. The wedding reception was fun, but rushed. The hotel was just a short drive from the church where the wedding and reception took place. When Tim and Kelsey got there, they checked into the suite that her parents had...
All characters are 18. Please rate and comment. * I am 55 and teach introduction to accounting. Styles have changed skirts get shorter blouses get tighter and girls have fewer limits. One thing is consistent. All girls want cock as much as men want to give it. This was taught to me when I took this course. I was 18 shy awkward and the only man in the clas...
Fanchon Nemirow looked curiously at the little door along the far wall of Midori's cellar. "Mids, I don't think I get it." Midori was a honey blonde with mischievous green eyes. "Well, I had this built for Hearst. It's a little room within the wall behind this door." "It looks like a cell door, in a jail." "Yup. It's what's called a strip-cell in prisons...
The Filthy Hermit—we'll call him that though he had long ago forgotten his name, and long ago had lost touch with anyone who might call him by name—lived in a filthy shack in the woods behind Seven Church Acres, one of the many upper middle-class subdivisions dotting Northern Virginia. In a long-ago period he scarcely recalled, the Filthy Hermit had owned on...