Wie der Zufall es will, so habe auch ich diese junge Verkäuferin kennengelernt. Schnell erkannte ich ihre Veranlagung. Sie steht auf schnellen Sex. Bereits bei unserem zweiten Treffen, habe ich sie auf der Herrentoilette abgefickt. Da sie auf ältere Herren steht, weicht sie mir seitdem nicht mehr von der Seite. Da sie ständig geil ist und ihre Löcher nach F...
Hello dear readers and fans. I decided to take a short break from writing The Hunger to work on something else that I have been planning for a while. This is a bit different for me. I have frequently said, when asked, that my stories are not truly autobiographical. Rather, they are based on real life experiences, but not necessarily in the context that they...
Herr Meier stöhnte und grunzte. Zu seinen Knien lag Maren und blies ihm seinen Schwanz. Maren wusste, dass sie ihre Sache gut beherrschte. Seit sie vor zwei Jahren in seine Arbeitsgruppe gekommen war, war sie ihm regemäßig zu Diensten. Schade, dass er bald in die Frührente gehen würde. Sie schaute ihm in die Augen. Darauf stand er besonders. Dieser devote Bl...
Author's note: Captain Simpson continues his adventures in India (1760's) in the service of the East India Company. * * * * * Captain Simpson awoke too late to avert the explosion of semen from his engorged cock. The natural outcome of a particularly erotic dream featuring the buxom Mrs. Rev. Jones in the act of receiving his thrusting cock in her hot wet...
The establishment sat at the end of a winding road in the outskirts of Lampang. People from all walks of life came to satisfy their innermost desires here. Lawmakers and businessmen paid handsomely while common folk seldom could. But Miss Wong, the esteemed owner, believed that physical pleasure should be accessible to all as long as no relationships were hu...
Friday, fall in the air, finally Dearest Yesterday's letter was hard, though I am committed to telling you, as I never have, my side of our story. When you come home, will you please tell me yours? We can then laugh and cry at how our same story differs. Our misperceptions, misreadings, misunderstandings. And then it will be our story too. I want nothing...
Author's Note - This story is part of the 750 word challenge. - - - - - I shouldn't be here. There are souls to guard, lives to nudge in one direction or another, and yet, I have perched upon this rooftop for nearly a quarter hour, waiting for the tragedy to unfold. Though my heart is heavy, I cannot—will not—intervene, no matter how much I want to. This...
Ich bin die 18jährige Svenja, eine bildhübsche Blondine mit blauen Augen, wobei meine Haare naturgelockt bis auf meine Schultern fallen, ich bin schlank, habe einen kleinen, festen Busen, eine Wespentaille, einen ebenfalls kleinen, festen Knackarsch und lange schlanke Beine. Na ja, und ich bin eine kleine versaute, devote, Schlampe, die schon einiges erlebt...
Daddy sat at the large desk in his study. He read business reports every night before going to bed. His dress shop had done very well, even though he and Little One were their best customer, today. SalesLady had been very kind and helpful to Little One. Daddy made a note on his report to be very generous to her. Daddy closed the folder and put it in the draw...
A kiss alights on my cheek. It's feathery light. It's not the first one that's landed there in the last little while, but it is the first that I haven't mistaken as being part of my dream. Opening my eyes slowly, I smile up at the handsome young man that's leaning over me. God, but those ice blue eyes are deep enough to get lost in. He smiles back at me as h...