Thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoy it. *** Amy read the letter for the fourth time. It seemed she was now the proud owner of 51.5 acres in a place called Bullhead Missouri. It seemed her uncle Roger on her father's side had suddenly passed away from a heart attack. Enclosed were several photos showing a pretty medium size house with a pretty...
Now Click – There it was; the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock. 'Fuck!' I exclaimed, surveying the scene before me; the skirt and blouse tossed into the corner of the room; my wife's friend straddling my lap, clad only in her lingerie. 'Get off of me!' I tried to push her off, but felt her resist, pressing me firmly back into the sofa. Play...
Hi! My name is Mollie and I'd like to tell you all about the Halloween party at my brother Jake's house. Wait... Let me back up a step or two. Picture a gorgeous 19 year old with huge 36D melons and a perfect bubbly ass and gorgeous green eyes and the whitest blonde hair that naturally curls all the way down to the top of my butt. At least, that was what...
Along the High Street of Norwich there is a small book shop, not one such as W.H.Smith or Waterstone's, but more of the kind that they used to be when they first started out. It only has a small frontage and caters for the more astute connoisseur of first editions and those hard to find tomes of obscure writers as well as providing the service of finding out...
After I chugged a couple glasses of water and was ready to go again, I carefully balanced the webcam on the corner of my bed, setting up the PeePillow and correcting for proper angles. I wanted viewers to see me from the shoulders down, while keeping my face from view and preserving a bit of anonymity. So when I was ready, and my fingers were tingling a lit...
Author's note: Some of the sexual behavior chronicled here is patently unsafe. I really hope that the story makes your dick hard (or pussy wet, for my gentle female readers), but use some sanity when you're out in real life. As usual, there's truth mixed with fiction, but mostly fiction. I'll let you decide what's real and what's not. Chapter 2: Testing th...
My friend Jason and I are part of a community theater group. Neither of us could sing or act if his life depended on it. We're part of the stage crew. Being a small group, that means we design things and operate them. Jason is the one with the creative ideas for lighting and set design, but they're required to have a licensed electrician to oversee whatever...
My best mate at the time this true story occurred was Graham and we usually did everything together which usually included getting into trouble. We both were interested in science so we enrolled in a country college in Queensland (a state of Australia). This was going to be a whole year study course about the effects of insects on the ecology of creeks and...
When I was allowed downstairs after my shower the next day, Blanche had me accompany her to the downstairs toilet where she had me lick her clean after she had had her pee after coffee. As I gratefully licked the salty golden droplets from her mature folds, having been allowed to watch her piss, she told me with much enthusiasm how she and some of her friend...
Tonight, as we are both pleased with my progress, Andrea has suggested we have a 'date.' A few drinks, a club, a taxi home; all the elements of a nice, civilised, girlfriend/boyfriend evening. However, I have a feeling it won't be entirely mainstream... I meet her in the bar below the flat; she's dressed very differently to usual. A long, dark bias-cut skir...