Every neighborhood had one mother who stood out. Now, they're called Milf's or Cougars. When I was younger, we didn't have nicknames, but one mother was whatever name you could come up with, Mrs. Jenna Wiley. She had a slutty, sultry way about her, always in short skirts, tight blouses. She wasn't gorgeous, but had a killer body, all curves and tits. Her a...
Jeff leaned back, hands folded behind his head as the dwarf rather lazily lapped at his cock. Her hair was short and so black it was almost bluish, and her skin was distinctly grey, her body thick and muscular. Her name was Zakria, and he thought she looked sort of like a broken-nosed Sally Fields, but on the body of a pro-wrestler that got smushed down in a...
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This is the forty-sixth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alterna...
My wife is a hot little slut! Usually the dominant one, we switch from time to time and I take that part. Change it up I say! I bought my wife, Laura, a black spandex body suit that had zippers in the crotch and nipple area. It came with a hood with removable eye and mouth openings. Damn! Would she look sleek! I asked her "are you my little slut?" "Yes! I'...
In which both Isabella's life and the Della Virago change course. * Isabella snuggled into her cot and opened the parcel containing Beatrice's book. It was a quarto volume; about an inch and half thick and bound in fine soft brown leather. It was clearly newly printed, the edges of the pages were as yet uncut. The gold embossing of the cover simply read "L...
A follow up to Hearth Witch, this contains more absurdly huge boobs. So if that is something you are not into, this probably is not for you. ***** Krys moved the boulder aside with a flick of her wrist, allowing her and Siteri to access the secret entrance to the fortress which protected the pass into the holy city of Vandrei. It had been two weeks since h...
Everybody knows Mondays suck. So it was with no great enthusiasm when I picked up the phone at my place of employment at 8:05 a.m., responding to a page from our receptionist, Jeannie, that a Mrs. Spearman was on line one. I didn't know a Mrs. Spearman, so a call this early in the day was either a complaint or cold call for sales. "Mr. Ringler, you don't k...
Not the first car I had sex in, but quite memorable just the same. September, 1977. It was the night before I'd be leaving for my freshman year in college. I'd been searching for weeks for ganja but couldn't find any. It was a very "dry" summer. As a last resort, I hitchhiked to a local head shop where this chick named Jackie worked. She was a friend of an...
Eagen finished brushing her straight black hair and smiled into the mirror. What hair, what teeth...I look like Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Eagen heard muffled sobbing from upstairs. Poor Piaget. Eagen had cuffed Piaget to an eyehole in the broom closet, and the only way down was to open an old combination lock that was suspending her wrists over her head...