The Chess Game Matthew was making his way back home from Walmart with a truck full of college dorm room furniture for his daughter. Tomorrow will be Stacy's first night in the dorms and Matthew wanted to be sure his only child had the necessities she needed and more. Being a single-parent and raising a daughter was tough but since the passing of his wife 1...
Author's Note: I apologize about the wait everybody! I've got a new job and it doesn't give much time to work on this sort of stuff. Please enjoy party 8! Warning: this chapter is rated a stripperific R and includes, amongst myriad other things, bouncing boobs, jiggling tits, heaving breasts, merry melons, stripping strippers, annoying best friends, swaying...
My wife, Carrie, is a dancer and choreographer. Because exercise is an integral part of her career, she has maintained a great physique over the 25 years we have been married, even after giving birth to two children. To this day, when we go out she still turns a lot of heads, both young and old. I'm very proud to be with such a beautiful woman and over the y...
"And here we are." the realtor announced as they re-entered the kitchen. She was tall and curvy, drawing Jack's eye away from the kitchen décor and instead to her ample ass. "So? What do you think?" the realtor asked, with a knowing smile. "I love it." Jack said, meaning the house. "Alright! So, sign here." the realtor said with a beaming smile. "Ms Mas...
With apologies to Jane Austen! * Chapter XVIII Family Secrets Darcy's return to his estate in Derbyshire to acquaint the household of his impending marriage and that of his half-brother Wickham was fraught with serious problems. Hidden from the outside world; the lives of Darcy, Wickham and their sister Georgiana held a dark and dangerous secret. Darcy a...
Chapter 9: Elizabeth Hurley Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know the rest. This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! This is Part 9 of an ong...
Elizabeth is a big, beautiful woman who sometimes doubts the second "B" in that expression. Although I assure her every time I call on her, and on the telephone in between those times, she still sometimes thinks of herself as being just a fat woman. Fashion designers and others in that industry might think so too, but they are probably mostly gay, so what do...
Perhaps it was the second bottle of Syrah but their conversation had progressed well beyond dinner and dessert. Perry was amazed there had been no awkward pauses, no indication that Elizabeth appeared bored. In fact both had a sense of humor that appeared to be on the same frequency, and both possessed the same criticisms of daily life in general. It was g...
Their surroundings dissolved in Jon's mind as he focused on the transcendent pleasures being given to his body. His cock was bound, wrapped, and held in the firm of grip of Margarite's surprisingly wet pussy. Elizabeth was rocking her pelvis, moving the double dildo on which they both were mounted. The sensations combined and he drifted, powerless, to the ed...
He looked down before entering her and gazed upon her magnificent breasts. Even supine, they weren't much flattened. At fifteen years his junior, she was really more than he could handle, but he loved trying, and he loved her. She was insatiable—perfect for him because he could have her whenever he wanted, but not so much for her because it was not nearly of...