After a long day of flights and cabs, we settled into the hotel to get ready for the wedding. It was the best hotel in Detroit. But in a recurring theme to our marriage, we were soon fighting again. Actually, my wife was pissed at me again because of something I said. After storming out of our hotel room, she gave me the cold shoulder while we rode the crowd...
I was a socially awkward, yet decent looking and certainly smart, guy who wanted nothing more – aside from making money – than to have a family with a bunch of kids. I guess that was due to the loveless family that I grew up in. My parents were cold people, and I was an only child. I always considered my life shitty compared to some of our neighbors with thr...
We endeavor in this ghostly little tale to raise the arousal of a Ghost, but not put the readers out of pleasure with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with us. May it haunt your computer pleasantly, and aid your lays. Read the dickens out of it. --(paraphrased from C.D, 1843) ********************************************* Marla was dead, to...
1. "Nora!" My wife clapped her hand over her mouth reflexively. "Uh...." I turned away from the forest nymph tracing lazy circles on my chest to see what had caught my wife's attention. "Jocelyn, what's a respectable woman like you doing here?" Our young neighbor greeted my wife with her usual playful cheeriness. "I ... uh ... we ... uh ..." My wife was...
Around six that night, Tim was lounging in his living room talking quietly to Linda. She had come over that afternoon and they had spent a memorable few hours commemorating their first fuck. Linda was luxuriating in Tim's presence. There was something about him that attracted her both physically and emotionally. She had had a good time with Bob and Mark, b...
I watch as a man, dressed as Heath Ledger's Joker persona, dances around with his pants off. A long tailed shirt and jacket cover his hips, leaving the specifics of his manhood a mystery. As if reading the minds of the other party guests, he raises the front of his garments to reveal a more than impressive woodie. "Yeesss," he yells in a drunken drawl whil...
How do I start the story of my transformation, from a young punk to a cock-hungry whore? I guess it begins with the summer of senior year of high school, a night I still look back to with shame. Those were dark times, when I was mostly a bundle of hormones and vanity. Still, I guess I need to start from the beginning. Looking back on the night, I never shou...
All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years of age or older. * * * Christy leaned forward to give him a better view. Boxes of Girl Scout cookies were stacked to either side of her, perfectly framing her oversized breasts as they strained against the last button on her tight top and threatened to burst free. The twenty-som...
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"I'm glad you could come here today. This is a big day for all of us," Rose said. Alina looked around. She thought it would be another good day spent fucking Rose, but clearly, there was something else going on. Something even more exciting than fucking. "Tilde, my dear daughter, Henry, my loving husband, and Alina, who has made all of this possible," Rose...