Chapter 8 Five months later... The pitter patter of rain hitting the metal roof of the castle gave way to the plops of puddles on the bedroom terrace. A breeze of fresh cool air made the curtains in the room float like phantoms. Lovers lay on either side of the bed, back to back, extreme opposites; not touching each other, allowing a chasm of bitterness se...
I was just a year younger than my sister was when she went off to college, she was 19 and I was 18, a senior in high school. After all the years of sibling fighting and scraping, we began to get along pretty well by that time. Though I always thought I'd be thrilled when she left, the truth was I missed her. It was still nice having another kid at home, so m...
Note: This is the first installment of a series of stories. I was originally just going to type it out and post it as one, but it would have ended up to long, so I decided to break it up into parts. This is more of the introduction, so enjoy. * School was finally over! Thank God. My best friend (DD) and I were supposed to be going off to enjoy our summer v...
Hell's Kitchen, not the nicest part of New York City. Not safe during the day and it is certainly not the place to be at night. But, on this night, a guardian "angel" prowls the rooftops of this run down section of town. A guardian in a blood red outfit with rippling muscles that pop through the suit. He is sightless and yet, he sees without seeing. He has s...
There is a delicious glee in finding someone's diary which you instinctively know is deeply private. You open it with trepidation, glancing over your shoulder. How disappointed you are when all that is inside are times and appointments. But not this one. I have no idea who Rebecca Smudge is except, that is, for how she describes herself. You too will m...
Ch. 2 - Calendar Girl Daniel Ian Moore's Blog Hello everyone, I'm new to this whole internet blogging thing so I hope you'll bear with me as I stumble along. I'm Aidan and DD's Pops, Dan. If you're on this site then you know DD real well, whether it's as the sexy, naked, red-head spreading her pussy for you on your wall calendar, or as the Smiling Pussy...
Because the following story is so long, it will be submitted in multiple chapters. This story is a cuckold story. If you do not like those stories or all of the "faggy" things they entail, do yourself the favor and stop reading now. You have a fair warning. Any negative comments about the subject matter will be ignored and deleted. You were already told wha...
DD had just fucked me. As always it had been great, well at least for me. I think for him too, but I can never really tell with DD or, with most men come to that. Do they really enjoy me? Am I any good? Better than most, average, terrific or pretty poor? Do they confuse my looks, which I think are ok, with my sexual skills? Does my blonde hair, my trim figur...
Mrs. Gloria Schneider was a big buxom blonde, larger actually than my 6' 0" 190 pounds by probably an inch and 10 pounds. However her weight was better distributed than mine and her long blonde hair framed her beautiful face and full red lips to perfection. When she first saw me, she was determined to do me bodily harm while screaming loud enough to bring a...
I was hardly inside the flat and certainly the door wasn't shut behind me when: we were in each others arms, our mouths were clamped, our hands were all over the other's body and our tongues were deep in the other's throats. We were frantically tearing at each other's clothes. He pulled my ridiculously short, denim micro skirt up round my waist, I fumbled th...