So there I was, the cutest little slut. My ass being eaten while I got to suck on a big yummy cock, wearing a cute little outfit that left nothing to the imagination. And I today is my day, I can have what I want! Even with an incredibly sore ass, I wasn't going to let it get the better of me, and even if it did, I would have to make sure the guys knew not...
Chapter 3 Later That Day The ride from the hotel was mostly silent and uneventful. They drove along listening to the music, his hand possessively resting on her knee. He would sing once in a while, his voice flowing over her catching her in the emotion of the song. She marveled at the effect just his voice could have on her, it didn't matter if that voice...
After my divorce I lived with my son until he asked me if his friend Carl could move in temporarily. Carl's parents were getting divorced and it was a difficult time for a young man in his early twenties. Carl moved into the spare room, rent free, and mostly it worked fine. I would come in from work and make tea for us all and then wash up whilst the boys p...
It was 21:05 on Monday. The bike needed fuel but he loathed stopping. It had been a long 560 miles to get this far. Twelve hours in the saddle takes its toll and he still had over 400 to go. The neon sign was only partially working - enough that he could read the word "Vacancy." The Gulf sign across the street seemed to be working just fine. He decided he'd...
I decided to treat myself. It was my birthday. Unfortunately, I was stuck on the road traveling for business again. I am, Dan, 45, married, relatively attractive white male. Strong arms, slim waist, rugby player type. Neatly trimmed full beard, 5'9, and 190 pounds. I returned to my hotel after the leaving the clients. After a workout, steam and shower, I wa...
When I awoke in the morning after my evening with Darren, I was sore but also felt an emptiness. The night had been affirming for me as a woman and I had truly enjoyed being with him and how he had fucked me. I lay there wondering what today might hold. Soon enough, I would have my answer. After showering my friends and I went to one of the restaurants and...
Anikai Kylrie, half-mortal daughter of Sanro Kylrie and the Goddess of the Lost, Anighi, was going to die soon. The dreadlocked maiden had just reached the age of maturity yesterday and her life was already forfeit. She would have laughed had it not been for the painful bruises blooming on her chapped lips. She licked her full bottom lip out of habit, tastin...
This is the continuing story of Mark's experiences at number 86. This story is fictitious and all characters depicted are 18 or over. Any resemblance to anyone real is purely a fortunate coincidence on their part if this is what they enjoy. * Mark was amused by how Edith and Margaret had managed to surprise him again. Since he had arrived at Number 86 fo...
I had a bad day, it was one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. I had dinner on the stove waiting for you to come home. I guess I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing when I noticed something was burning. I ran into the kitchen and took a pot holder and grabbed the burning pot and set it into the sink. I turn on the exhaust fan to get the...
Many years ago, way before the internet, near the end of high school a new kid, Tony, moved in just down the street from me. We had both already turned 18 - I had been held back a year due to illness when I was little and he because his father had worked oversees and schools couldn't figure out what grade he should go into. We quickly became friends, though...