My name is Kelli; I am a stay at home mom, so to stay busy during the day I tend to go to the gym a lot which has its benefits. I'm thirty-seven years old and have a nice figure. I'm five feet five inches tall with 40DD breasts, narrow waist, and nice shapely hips to grab onto and I have medium length brown hair with green eyes. Steven and I have been marrie...
Friday night Natasha showed up at my apartment with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. She had a beaming smile and her enthusiasm was potent. She very nearly swept me up in it. "Goth party tonight," she exclaimed, gushing with youthful enthusiasm, "Could you just die? Seriously, speaking on behalf of everybody who is like me in this building right now,...
Everyday Amy Michelle has lunch with Elizabeth Ann, her best friend and sex slave. Each day they choose a different restaurant for lunch from among the eight or nine they regularly go to. That way they don't go to the same restaurant more than once a week. Every now and then they give themselves a little treat; they splurge and go to a totally different plac...
[NOTE: The character named Anamaria in the first chapter has had her name changed to Arianna. Often in the course of writing a long story, a better, more appropriate name suggests itself as the character develops. Such was the case here, as 'Arianna' conveys a womanliness and level of sophistication that the more youthful 'Anamaria' doesn't suggest.] * The...
Kelsey Andrews pulled up hard, and squeezed herself into her skin-tight cutoff jeans. After two minutes of struggling, she was finally able to button her shorts snuggly around her slim, eighteen-year-old waist. She turned around to check out her butt in the mirror. As critical of her own body as she was, she thought she looked fantastic. She donned a halter-...
Switzerland - 1955 . . . 10 years with Rolf/Heidi Wilhelm's tears fell on cheeks bruised and bloodied. His father held him close as his mother ran her fingers through his muddy hair. "Father please," he begged, pulling himself away to gaze into the eyes of the man he admired and loved. He looked to his mother, hoping she would help him sway his father's dec...
Chapter Three Joe sat back in his chair, smiling to himself, picking up the phone he called his favorite restaurant by the bay. He asked for a booth by the large window in back for two. Closing out the day, he went home to make sure his play room was clean. Joe had one room made into a dungeon complete with a x cross and bondage table. On the walls, he ha...
It's been a long time coming. I'd like to thank those who took three seconds to vote. Thanks for your patience and loyalty. Who knew 48 hours could take up so much space? BTW, there's more to come... __________________________________________ "Thanks for that weather report, John. Well, we knew it was hot today but a group of teens went to extremes to avoi...
The third of three episodes a new series about Fr. Alfred, Vicar of St. Dunstan's. Categorizing these episodes is tough, since there isn't a "Dramedy" category on this site. Suggestions for future episodes are welcome, if you'd like to see more of Fr. Alfred and his flock. The Bishop's Daughter WEDNESDAY Mary was the only one in the Quilting Room after I...
Warning: very minimal sex. I pumped my hips up as Harvey drove his down, once again burying himself in me to the root. This time was taking longer. Not only was he working on his third orgasm, but, frankly, the friction we had experienced the first two times had diminished considerably from the use of my pussy and from the overabundance of fluids we had bot...