////////////////// All characters 18 and over. ///////////////// I groaned as Emily drained my balls a third time that day. Her 38G boobs squished between my fingers as I tweaked her hard tits. Emily Reynolds and I had met on her first day at our school. She had been wearing a blue tank top and black miniskirt along with black leather boots, her brown hai...
We all sat in the living room of Diane Bennett's house. I was proud to be sissy Charlotte Church. My wife to be, Joan Harries sat naked on the sofa next to Sonia White. Joan's body could have done with being ironed over, but for 70 years of age, she had a fantastic figure. Having kinky sex with Joan, two hours earlier was the icing on the cake. For her to ex...
*There is actually a tattooing franchise called Twisted Ink. I borrowed the name for this story. I came up with the story because of my minor experiences with the tattooing profession...and also because I have a scar like Emily does. Hope you all enjoy!* * Emily entered the tattoo parlor, feeling more than just a little out of place. The building was surr...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Can there ever be a selfless good deed, or are all good deeds selfish in some say? Sean Kelly, an ordinary guy living in Melbourne, Australia might have some claim to the most selfless good deed apart from self-sacrifice. He agrees to take on his best friend Adam's fat, crazy, mooching, trainwreck of an older sister Zoe as a house...
Natalie Meyers, lifted her large floppy hat from her head and wiped her sweaty brow, though it was still pretty early for the sun to be beating down on someone and making them sweat. Natalie had been working since the sun first started to peak above the horizon, casting its warm rays over her little house on Kumquat Lane. She arched her back and stretched he...
The Break-Up -- Part #2 "The Next Day" I have been encouraged to continue the story. Here is part two and there is at least one more to follow. This story is mostly narrative, not much sex -- sorry -- but I need the narrative to set up the third part and I wanted to make "Abigail" deeper and more mutil-dimensional, and hopefully more interesting and sympath...
It was almost Memorial Day and I was looking forward to a long weekend with the family at the lake. I had the camper out and loaded and was sitting in the boat working on fishing lines. It had been a typically stressful day in the home office, everything from work at home was harder than if I had access to all my resources at work. Thankfully, it was a pleas...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors, made corrections, comments, and suggestions to improve my story. Any errors you may find are mine alone. Dear readers—if you haven't read Chapters 1 through 4 of this series, I suggest you return to Chapter 1 to catch up. If you choose not to do that, be aware that Mike, Emily,...
Emily Dalton married one of her former professors, Bill Dalton, after graduating with her master's degree in English Literature. Now a thirty-six-year-old professor herself she found herself married to a fifty-nine-year-old man who could not impregnate her. The Daltons had tried unsuccessfully for the first two years of their marriage to conceive before fi...
When I was eighteen, and I was spending the summer hanging around town doing nothing and basically waiting for college to start so I could leave, my girlfriend was called Emily. I'd known her for a couple of years and we finally started going out just as school finished. She was a little short, blonde, very cute and, well, she liked us to match. Match, you...