Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I had told you about how I had met old Mr. Spandwick and how he had insisted on dressing me up like his granddaughter, Alison, before having his way with me. Pretty hot, right? I thought so too, but it did freak me out a bit... It just wasn't the kind of thing I had ever done befo...
You are Jesper Laursen, a 20-year-old Danish boy living in Portland. For as long as you can remember, you have always wanted to be a musician! Which also means that you have a musician's salary (aka nothing at all). Playing with your band at bars may be fun, but it certainly doesn't pay the bills. You needed money and you needed it fast. After seemingly endl...
Some of you may already have read my husbands story "My wife and the old Arab!" That story is half true and half fiction. Here is the real story! I have "Ali's permission to display our e-mails, Ali is not his real name, but the name he use on the net.. Part 1. 28-09-2000 I turned on our computer and connected it to the net, a moment later a little not...
6:00 in the morning... "Monday Monday...so good to me. Monday morning it was all I hoped it would be..." Piper Cherry was singing along to the Mamas and the Papas on a local AM station there in Nashville as she got ready for her first day at work. Well rested even though her dog Rotten hogged her bed forcing her to relocate to the edge of her mattress. She...
Sunlight streaming through the window woke me up the following morning. I was alone and naked in Ann's bed. I could hear the water running in the bathroom. When Ann returned to the bedroom she was still wearing the satin nightgown she had put on the night before. It was long sleeve and covered her to mid calf. She crawled in next to me and kissing me on the...
A short, short story Motorway service stations are what they are: a last resort. The petrol gauge is well and truly in the red. Your thirst is well and truly in the red. And it has been far too long since breakfast. Assuming that you remembered to have breakfast. I had been to Glasgow for a writers' festival. I had left again shortly before nine on the Mon...
"The trip to Africa!" I woke from my dreams as the plane began to land. After going trough custom I got outside the airport, I saw Rashid smiling and waving at me. A moment later he held me in his strong arms hugging and kissing me, my god that feeling made me realize how much I had been missing him, my pussy was so hot and the juices started to flow down...
1 I'll tell you a story. I live in Portland, Oregon. Nice place. Much of the time I'm off touring the world as a musician, but when I'm home, this is home. I have a lovely little family here. My partner works a more normal type of job, and our son goes to school much of the year, so I usually find myself with weekdays free. The solitude I get like that is s...
Passion In James County IV: Hell Hath No Fury Chapter 2 Tim Jackman finished putting on his uniform in the locker room of the Jamestown police station. He was a good-looking young man of twenty-one who stood six feet tall, had brown hair and blue eyes, and weighed one hundred and ninety pounds, thirty pounds more than he'd weighed in high school. He was al...
Maria watched nervously from behind the studio lights as Terri got in to position for the final frames of Amanda's latest photoset. Terri was statuesque, with a figure that wouldn't have looked out of place next to Betty Page in a fifties stag movie. She watched Owen's lean figure, lying on the bed, his lengthy erection firm and as yet unspent, ready for Te...