"The Final Chapter (sort of)" By Ralle (All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story are over 18 years old. Any similarities between this story and real people are purely coincidental) Please read Pt. 1-4 first to get caught up. ***** Karen awoke to the sound of lawnmowers next door, a jarring start to the day. She stumbled out of bed and made h...
Shanti was almost back to her classroom when she realized she'd left her notebook in the Staff room. She cursed herself for, being such a fool, then turned round and headed back for the StaffRoom. Why had she felt so damned guilty? What she and Ramya had Done wasn't anything a lot of other women had shared. Why did sex always have to be strictly male-female...
He was leaning against the white picket fence in front of his little efficiency apartment one evening as an escape from some of the crowd inside. He was in the process of forming a band, and a hoard of onlooker/wannabes had arrived uninvited bringing beer, loud mouths and nothing conducive to practicing music. So, out of frustration and tired of the noise,...
Cathy opened the door and disappeared into the night. Thinking that was the first and only time, she would ever act as a prostitute. Suddenly, she realised that at no time had she asked for payment, she laughed; money had never entered her head! It was about her sexual satisfaction and of that, she thought, there was very little. "I have to know what I am."...
My dearest love, It is difficult for me to visualize you in your work because I have never seen it, but I am going to think of you as sitting at your desk at the front of the classroom. You are marking some papers and then hearing a crinkle in your pocket reach in and pull out this. I am going to imagine you do this fairly early, maybe at 11:00 a.m. I have...
He calls me cunt because that's all I am to him. A cunt for him to do as he pleases with. I have no name, I have no face, I have no purpose but to serve him. "Cunt!" he yells through the house. "Get your slutty little twat over here." I scuttle into the kitchen where he stands, looking at me with disapproval. "What the hell is this?" he demands. I look aro...
This is a true story told from my perspective in a stream of consciousness style about the first night back with my lover after several weeks apart. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My lover pushes me down on the hotel bed. I'm hard already. She's on top grinding against me as we kiss, soft and gentle at first, getting harder and more insistent, lips pressed hard agains...
Pebbles quietly opened the door and sneaked inside, it was past her curfew and even though Dad and Uncle Barney were out of town at a bowling tournament, she knew Wilma , her mother, would rake her over the coals for being so late. She thought back over the night just gone and her tight little cunt got all wet again, she thought of Bam Bams big thick cock s...
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Chapter Twelve. Fivesome. Alison had hated men, ever since her father had raped her on her eighteenth birthday. He had beaten her naked arse and fucked her from behind, when she had told him that she was a lesbian and wouldn't give him any grandchildren to inherit his empire. In moments of introspection; since that incident. She had been honest enough to a...