The leaves crunched beneath my feet as I walked down the camp road. My dog, Sadie, was dressed in her blaze orange dog sweater that I'd picked up on my way north at L.L. Bean---the Maine woods were no place for a yellow lab to run through during hunting season. I myself had found an old orange sweatshirt of my father's on the nail by the back door---he'd hav...
It had been two years since they'd seen each other. Two years since breaking it off for good after considerable struggle to stop. Neither wanted to end it; but the only thing harder than ending was continuing. The deceit, the guilt, the risk, it had all taken a toll. She'd gone on Xanax halfway through; he'd taken to sleeping on the leather couch in the seco...
My lover was close to ejaculating, I still needed Nigel's permission. "Go for it, my lovely little sex pot." Nigel laughed as I began to move my hips up and down, with my partners help. I was beyond pain trashing around on the floor with Carlos, any thought of the unlocked door far from my mind when suddenly, the door burst open with no form of advance warn...
New Orleans 1812 Chapter One Jacques Du Bourg awoke from his restless sleep and shifted uncomfortably in the large four-post bed. Immediately, his thoughts drifted to his beloved Celeste. He never slept soundly when she was not by his side. He was hopelessly in love with the beautiful slave woman who captured his heart. Unfortunately, their love was forb...
© The story is purely fictional. Any resemblance with living persons is coincidentally. Chapter 2: The Target On the list are 8 names written. I have to make sure that all these persons will severely suffer in future. 3 out of these 8 are suffering already. I'm sure of that. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ I looked at my mother differently now. Mother wasn't mother anymo...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 50). This story c...
Life was becoming a living hell. My marriage had been falling apart for years and, for one reason or another, neither my wife nor I would get out. It wasn't because of the kids; because we didn't have any -- we just had our own personal reasons. Several friends decided to try and brighten my spirits and took me out to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, taking me...
I understand that the internet thing is a bit cliché, but this story has special meaning to me because it is inspired by a real person. He knows he holds a special place in my heart and my pussy. Hope you enjoy. Comments welcome. He was a songwriter. Not the highly mediocre songs that you often see in the mainstream nowadays. He wrote songs that you could...
Two days after our conversation, Karen, Sandy and I were splashing around off the pier. By now Karen had gotten rid of her bottoms as well, and it was quite a sight when her butt rose up out of the water. And lying out in the sun? She had no problem spreading her legs wide. When she said no tan lines, she meant it. Sandy still wore shorts, but had graduated...
I saw her every morning when walking my kids to school. She was always there helping us across the street. She was no beauty just your average female school crossing guard. There was nothing special about her, that is, until she smiled. Once she smiled was when you saw that there was undiscovered potential of a pretty woman beneath her uniform. Friendly and...