Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter 2 "Oh, Dios mio! Oh, fuck me more! Fuck me harder! I'm your slut!" Aunt Luna screamed as I pounded her sweet, slick snatch for the umpteenth stroke, thanks to having already cum that morning. "Will you two wrap it up so that we can eat? I love how wild and raunchy you ar...
The house was built for someone wealthy, but that was a long time ago. The ceilings sag even though the chandeliers have been removed, and the molding has mildew at the corners. The floor-to-ceiling windows are bolted so we can't go out onto the porches, anyway. It's a halfway house. The Grand Central House for Recovering Women. The windows are nice, though...
"This is all their keys in case you need them. As I said, don't try to take them out of their suit unless it is absolutely necessary. It would be the best way to make them angry at you." "... Yes." "So, all their meals are in the fridge, and I labeled each bottle with their names. They each have an extra, just in case." "... Yes." "Oh, and this is my cel...
Carly stared down at the papers in her hand, dumbfounded. He'd had her served at work. Was he trying to humiliate her? It's okay Carly, she told herself, you just have to get through this last year of law school and then you can move away from this God-forsaken place. "Whatcha got, Barbie? You look perturbed." Carly looked up to watch Liam approach. He loo...
Author's Note: I have received many requests for my cookie recipe. I wondered what would be the best way to post this. I have decided to put it into a short story, and then include it at the end. This has also given me an idea to do more "One Shot Short Story" scenes of other characters of mine. I may, I may not...but it was fun to do it this time. * One...
Color me nuts, but there¹s nothing I enjoy more after sex than eating strawberries. Giant, ripe, burst in your mouth ones from California. I¹m talking right after: take 'em out, cold from the fridge, rinse and indulge. Strawberries and a nice Cab ('95 Milat, aged two years); mmm... sweet aphrodisia. Saturday afternoon, kicked back, nothing to do but eat fru...
Edited by oldnakeddad Note: C.O.W. = Composited Operations Woman and C.U.M. = Composited Utilities Man After her shower, Delma stepped into her room, took a laptop out of the drawer of the nightstand and sat on her bed, clad only in a bra and panties. "Well, it's time to make a little side money!" she whispered to herself as she locked her bedroom door....
Hi. My names Kitten. (It will suffice.) I'm a writer? A poor one if i'm honest. Not for any lack of trying. I have a Language processing disorder. Which is exactly what it sounds like, for those of you wondering. I guess this is a bit of a disclaimer. Writers put in a lot of unpaid hours... Yadda yadda yadda. I write for myself as a hobbyist, i never intende...
It has always been hard to get my daughter to wear certain things; shoes and socks chief among them. She will also complain if her pants are too tight or about tags in shirts. But until recently I thought that she was just making a mountain out of a mole hill as my grandmother would have said. Then I learned about a neurological problem called Sensory Proces...
Her bags were packed. Her mind was made up, and the excitement was threatening to overwhelm her. She wanted someone, anyone to touch her, to caress her, to be inside her. The need was overwhelming, was becoming almost an obsession. Better to feel pain and lust, than this emptiness inside. She never would have guessed the death of her mother, a woman she bare...