This story is connected to, and subsequent to My Cousin My Keeper Ch. 01. As I tried to craft the second part of the story, I realized that I really didn't like the fact that I had compiled the first part from Elizabeth's point of view and felt somewhat hindered by trying to continue the story from her point of view exclusively. So I decided that for part tw...
Cindy who was a teacher at Chris's school was none to happy with him. About a month ago out of the blue, he broke up with her niece Lisa and Cindy was none too happy in the way he did it. He blew her off a week before her prom and Lisa had taken over two months to recover from the blow. Now Chris didn't know that Cindy and Lisa were cousins. Cindy was a f...
After that night, our sex life started to change. Whenever I'd go down on her, it never took long for her hands to start guiding my head towards her rear entrance and I was always more than happy to oblige. She would get so into it that by the time I was done, she was so wet she could come within a few moments of me entering her pussy. Within a few months,...
Andrew had always had a "thing" for girls' feet. As an adolescent he remembered watching, fascinated, as an older teenaged cousin had painted her tonails scarlet. He remembered secretly hoarding catalogues showing sexy women in sexy shoes, and eventually adding a particularly delicioius porn magazine to his collection ... beautifully naked women, with beauti...
When you get out of the bus you feel like your legs are brand new and you don't know how to walk in them. Riding in that damn thing for all those hours made you feel like you were losing your damn mind, but it had to be done. It had to be done. You owed too many people too much money in Wyoming to stay there. You let out an annoyed groan as the sunlight of y...
I was recently reading a book where some of the characters kept an oral history. I believe that rather than write it, they simply archived their voice recordings. The phrase stuck in my mind and I thought it would be fun to write a story about Theresa's "oral history". There was a lot of back and forth before I was able to produce this (mostly) fictional acc...
All characters committing or eluding to any sexual acts are 18 or older. *** I woke Early Monday, wondering if I should wear Miss Hallingsworth's nylons too class. I decided that I would; eager to show her my devotion, I got dressed and left a full hour before my usual time. I knocked on the classroom door two hours before my first class would start. "Miss...
"I... I can't. I'm sorry." Ellie gazed at Tom, apologetically. "I don't understand. We've been together for two years. Do you not trust..." "Of course I trust you. Trust has nothing to do with this." There was a long pause as Ellie shifted the weight of her five-foot-six frame on Tom's bed. "Then why won't you... do it, for me?" Tom replied while still em...
Colleen had always wanted to own a pair of stiletto heels. Her parents had told her only sluts wore them. Colleen, in her mind, aspired to be a slut. Sluts got all the sex they wanted and didn't have to go looking for it. Sluts got fucked, but men and women alike, they were lining up to fuck sluts. That is what Colleen wanted. At 19, Colleen moved out of he...
There's nothing quite like the look on my boyfriend Stephen Pierre's face as I drill my strap-on dildo deep into his tight ass. This big and tall Haitian dude isn't used to having his ass pounded by a strong Black woman. Well, he better get used to it because that's how I roll. My name is Wanda Saint Germain, a six-foot-one, busty and big-bottomed, chubby Bl...