Act Four: Food for Thought Chapter Three: That Fine Line "Shit," Dee said over dry crackling, "I broke another tree. Sorry." He let go of Eurydice's waist, slipped out of her nectarous sex, and stepped back. Eurydice threw him a lazy, cross-eyed smile over her bare shoulder. "S'okay," she panted, clinging to the listing tree for dear life. "I'm goo—oop!"...
JOHN. John woke up late, but it was no problem as it was a Saturday and he didn't have to go to work this weekend. He had overslept a bit because last night had been his eighteenth birthday and he had been out with a few friends celebrating. Luckily he never suffered from hangovers so although a bit tired he was otherwise ok. Feeling the now familiar ache...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...
Note: For everyone who has assumed that my stories are autobiographical because I write in first person and concentrate on the realism...how does this one strike you gentlemen out there? ***** Ahhh... Saturday. So there you are eating a hotdog and trying not to let ketchup become a part of your summer wardrobe. It's good of your best friend to throw these...
I walked through the small locker room on my way to the showers. I had many things on my mind, primarily, the presentation that I would have to give tomorrow afternoon to the head of our finance division. Despite my normal apprehension, I was well prepared. When I entered the shower room, I stopped dead in tracks. I had been so deep in thought that I did no...
The Stable Okay, since you have horses, here's something to get you started. I like my show horses clean, so I think I would start first by cross-tying you in the wash rack and bathing you. I'd make certain it was at the busiest time of day at the barn so everyone could watch. You wouldn't know if anyone was watching you or touching you unless they spo...
I managed to get a job at a summer camp in Maine but had to start as soon as classes ended because the owner needed extra work done on the place. It killed any shot at an actual summer vacation, but I needed the money if I wanted to live off-campus next semester. One of the few good things about the situation was that the camp was in the middle of nowhere, s...
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This is a story about futanari. Yvonne and I first met in the summer before my senior year, in the woods behind my family's property. It was kind of embarrassing. She caught me lying naked on a mossy log by the stream, beating off in a single-minded frenzy. I've made better first impressions. ~~~ I was masturbating in the woods because I didn't dare do...
Mark and Jenni descend the spiral stairs with damp hair and muscles like warm caramel. They glide across the hardwood floor to rejoin the others. Mark takes the armchair opposite Freddy and pulls Jenni onto his lap. "Unf. Gettin' to be such a big girl," he says, Daddy-like. "Sorry," she murmurs. Mark's hand on her belly doesn't look like the gesture of...