Maryse Ouellet strolled confidently into the diva's locker room and licked her lips. Beth Phoenix had her back to her and for a few glorious seconds Maryse got to admire that big fat ass of hers, encased in a pair of tight jeans, that fabric hugging juicy flesh and practically begging Maryse to fuck it. And she would. Oh oui, soon that fat ass would be hers...
This is a follow on from Just Friends Pt.02 but works just as well as a standalone story. ***** John and Callie's VW slowed to a stop beside the empty camping pitch. The wooden post donned a 4x6 index card with their names on it. John, relieved he'd navigated the maze of dirt roads correctly with Carrie at the wheel, was the first to emerge from the car an...
NOTE: This story contains bukkake. If that offends you or is not your cup of tea, please stop reading now. "Come on in," Lana said, inviting Tina into her apartment. "Thanks for having me over," Tina replied. "Hey, mi casa su casa, right?" Tina just smiled. Lana noticed that Tina looked amazing, as usual. She was wearing a black leather top that cut do...
This is a work of fiction and a fantasy of ours. If stories containing same-sex scenes are a turn-off, please read no further. Your feedback is important to us. Please vote if you like and comments are always welcome. * The following weekend my wife and I packed our overnight things and drove to Mike's two bedroom apartment. We did not need to meet at the...
By Guess & Paris Waterman Leigh slept late the next day, awakening only when the phone rang. Groggily she answered it, hoping it would be David. She fought to keep the disappointment from her voice on hearing Gabby's shrill voice, or at least her voice sounded shrill to Leigh. "Hi! What are your plans for this afternoon?" "Oh, Gabby, I've got a dread...
Roger was well used to locker room tales of soft flesh, willing lips and spread thighs. Talk about male conquest spiced with a bloated view of the swaggering protagonist's skill and longevity. He was shocked to learn that reenactment of sexual conquest was not solely a male domain. He conceded that the tales were softer more flavored with feelings than hydra...
I am returned, 140 years after Borodin, from the Steppes of Central Asia. Oh, yes, I've made the Golden Journey to Samarkand. I've stayed in that Caravanserai Whose Doorways Are Alternate Night and Day. Maybe sometime I'll relate some of my travels, but now I'll tell you my adventures with Borte. No-one now knows now what this name means, but it was that of...
"What?!" she demanded, dumbfounded that her husband would ask something like this of her. "Look, it's just a couple of guys and they're really important to the company," her husband replied. "You could probably just give them hand jobs or something." He went back to shaving. She was sitting up in bed, mouth open in disbelief as her husband calmly got ready...
April did come home the next day, and her first order of business was to try to get back on track as far as her classes were concerned. She had been released that morning—and she actually attended one class in the afternoon. I'm fine, she struggled to convince herself. Just fine. Melody doesn't know what she's talking about. But when she came home to her r...
[This 2nd installment of a short series should ideally be read in sequence, but can also be enjoyed on its own. The story does alternate between his and her POV, but unlike in Pt. 01, I don't label as such since most readers would be familiar. Plus it's pretty obvious given the gender and anatomical references.] ***** That afternoon, I resume my new routin...