Valentine's Day is all about love, and what's wrong with a little wolfy love? ----------------------------------- I won't accept that I will die here. Not choking on my own blood on the side of a hill with an antler tine buried in my chest. This wasn't going to be how my parents would find me. I was strong, I was stubborn, I was a damn Beta in my pack an...
Well,I can't lay here all day and dream! I feel so good, so loved, so ravished. My smile is touching the pillow on both sides! I'm laying here daydreaming about my deflowering this morning. Inside me lives my lover's DNA, looking for a life to create. (Nice try little spermies, but you won't find it there!) I can still feel the gentle purring of my boy pussy...
Velmont Town is a fictional place based on one of my favourite hill-stations. Some of the names of restaurants and places have also been borrowed from real places. Certain things about Birmingham are real, others are imaginary. Readers' discretion requested. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Luke was up early the next morning. He'd stayed in after returning home...
Judith, who everyone called Judy and who was my wife, didn't know that the mentioning of another man's name while we had sex would crack the mental cover I had worked so hard during my pre-puberty and early teens to construct around a dark side of my personality only a handful of people knew existed. The first time it emerged was when I was twelve and I almo...
The next day's lunch was very awkward for the both of them. Amelia had met Kylie at the cafeteria like normal, but when Blake came along and sat down everything went far too quiet. "Hey Blake." Kylie said cheerfully. "Hey." Blake smiled back and awkwardly glanced at Amelia but turned away when they made eye contact. He sat down with a burger on his tray bu...
"Hi, Cream," I said, staring up at the goddess who had just entered the room. She had to be six feet tall, with long shapely legs. Her skin was jet black, and she had very large breasts. She was wearing only a white lace bra and matching panties, and I believe I already mentioned the large bulge in her panties. "You must be Mike the stalker," she said with...
Chapter 3: Moving Out and Moving On My last week on the job was one of mixed emotions. I was busy working, but I was saying goodbye to many of the guys and gals that I had befriended over the years. I had no way of knowing if I would see any of them again, but if I did, I was confident that it would be a happy reunion. If I could take anything from my twent...
Wearing the nun's outfit always gave Erica such a thrill ever since the time she had worn it to a fancy dress party in a country house hotel and used it to seduce a man dressed as a monk. She had arrived in a state of excitement (not unusual for her), her tiny panties hopelessly wet under the light imitation of a nun's robe, loving the feeling of walking in...
Chapter 3: Guardian Devil She wasn't Sister Mary Aloysius when he met her. Hadn't been for several years. Actually, her real name was Gerta. But even though she had left orders because she had 'impure thoughts' that grew and grew until they erased her ability to spend quality time in prayer, she was unable to develop a real intimate relationship with anyone...
Linda called and said that she and Judith would be over about 2 o'clock. I told her to just come around to the back yard, I would be back there. It was Monday and we estimated that Jude had been on the magic pills about three days by now and it was time for us to reinforce the treatment. Linda and I had spent the weekend in Vegas with our hubbies and had an...