-- CHAPTER 4: Chemistry -- *** PRE-COLLEGE (September 1999) "Damn. You are just obsessed with my tits, aren't you?" "Would you rather I wasn't?" I grunted and kept thrusting. It's amazing what a person can do when properly motivated. In High School, while she'd never been FAT, E-Beth had certainly been carrying around a lot of excess weight. She wasn't...
<< se camminiamo un altro paio di ore conosco un posto dove potremmo stare per la notte >> disse Omar, abbastanza sicuro di se, alzai lo sguardo nel guardarlo. La pioggia colpiva abbastanza severamente ma lui restò in piedi quasi tutto il tempo sotto di essa mentre io e la sua ragazza optammo per sedersi all’angolo di un muro, riparati alla megli...
Você estava no seu quarto, sozinho e entendiado, sua vida era chata e sem graça, você não tinha ninguém para conversar e ninguém para se "divertir" e por isso ficou mexendo no seu celular sem parar, afim de pelo menos sem entreter lendo fics eróticas e assistindo xvideos e hentais, num no entanto isso não te satisfazia mais, você sentia que queria...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for...
This is part of a multi-chapter story and not a stand alone story; you are recommended to start reading from the first chapter. Author's notes. This story is quite light on the sex part and definitely not meant as stroker/written porn. Don't expect many explicit sex scenes. It is about recollections of sexual activity rather than about having sex directly....
NOTE: This is a long Loving Wife story. Knowing that, please don't complain about it being long. I hope you enjoy it. ***** It had been a somewhat long day of travel for my wife. She had quite enough driving for one day. As she was getting nearer her destination, thoughts of showering up and having a decent meal were all she could focus on. Finally, she ar...
"Mary, honey, erm, I have to go and see my therapist tomorrow." I said hesitantly. "What on earth for, baby," " you're not ill, are you?" No, it's nothing medical, I have a problem that she's helping me with." "She? Problem? What sort of problem?" Here it is, time to bite the bullet. " I have a fetish for female panties, and she is being a great help."...
Ivory Carpathia was the sexiest little vamp in Transylvania. Everybody knew it. With her long raven hair, dark eyes, those luscious lips. Especially with that little trickle of blood she always had running from the corner of those succulent lips. It was really just a trick she did with lip gloss, 'cause everyone knows you can't leave a trickle of real blood...
Chapter 1 Miss Vickie Roach sat at her desk and looked out at her students who were trying to solve the daily trigonometry problem. Her eyes moved across her senior section and the smallest of smiles appeared on her face as she observed her favorite class. Vickie was well liked by both faculty and students despite the fact that she dressed as a much older...
After Simenon... All my clients, past and present, have idiosyncrasies, MO's. This one might be a control-freak; that one a relentless groper; yet another a functioning alcoholic. Since I'm being paid for my sexual services, and am therefore merely an employee, I have no say in the matter. I just grin and bear it; roll with it. When in Rome... The client I...