We first met Troy and Pattie at a "new neighbors" party shortly after we moved here from New Orleans a year ago. We live close by ( across the street and five houses down), and my husband, Bryan, and Troy hit it off right away. They both liked dirt bikes, cars and the same football team, and I could tell that Bryan was also a little in awe of Troy's general...
Chapter 5: C.S.O.'s Karen and Linda put their foot down ... and their feet up. I knew I was in trouble -- big trouble -- as I listened to the vengeful tone of my two supervisors' running dialogue as they frogmarched me across Canford town square, heading towards the Sock Room ... "Can you believe it, Lindz," said Community Service Officer Karen, in tones...
This is what Sandy's college boyfriend told her about his summer vacation in Europe. When they were back together, they were each pleasantly pleased to discover that the other had learned that there were more ways to make love than just the missionary position. At first, of course, they each were a little surprised at the recognition that the other had obvio...
Authors note: This story is a continuation of a series and as such may be hard to follow if you have not ready the previous Trallis stories. I hope you enjoy this one though. Thank you once again to Mrs Wolf whose proofreading skills are invaluable to me. Chapter 4: Dancers in the Storm The entreaties to interview Nyx continued throughout the evening foll...
This is being posted on the three-year anniversary of my first celeb smut fic. While thanking everyone who read and supported me, I'm also honoring it by using the two celebs I have used more than anyone else in the last three years, with seven stories apiece - and now they each get to star in their eighth together. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX April 2014 - Paris, F...
My name is Amee. I am 24 years old and I am currently working as a volunteer in a remote community educational project in Southeast Asia. The conditions are very Spartan and the nights are long, my only enjoyment being my thoughts, fantasies and fingers. To pass the time, I started to document my sexual experiences for my own pleasure because it makes my ex...
Psychiatrists tell us that anger and hate are destructive feelings that one needs to purge to be healthy emotionally. Maybe so, but how DO you purge righteous anger and hate? That was the question I needed to answer that years of therapy didn't help me with, but destiny did. My name is Alan Easton. I was a fairly ordinary guy in the large High School I atte...
With apologies to U2. This story is a sequel of sorts to No Going Home. I would encourage you to read it first. Constructive criticism and feedback are welcome. The phone rang at 7 am. "Who could be calling at 7 am?" thought Stephanie. She ignored the handset as it rang three more times before cutting out to voicemail. After another night of tossing and tur...
PART THREE Chapter Five Kerry sat alone in the lounge area of the suite, a book open in her lap to the same page it had been for an hour. Billy was still awake, clacking away at his computer, and Henry was waiting for her, though she hoped he was already asleep. It couldn't be love. It had to be infatuation. That was it! She had never felt either before,...
"Oh! Oh!" Princess Medea whimpered ecstatically. "Oh! That is so wonderful! Keep eating me! Keep eating my pussy!" Her ass bounced up and down on her luxurious bed as she looked down at the headful of golden curls between her legs, marveling that any tongue could do the incredible things to a pussy that the owner of that hair was doing to hers. Like everyb...