Hope and Ty walked into the McGinty's barbecue, Ty staggering a bit. Hope looked so beautiful—long bright blonde hair, size 36 C's in a pink tee shirt, and those long legs. Ty's butt hurt something awful—he'd been across Hope's knee with his shorts down, getting the Ping-Pong paddle and then fifty with a discarded fan belt from his junked Subaru. But Ty l...
Stephanie Her long, tanned legs stretched over the side of her bed as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She took a few uneasy steps as she headed for the curtains. She gasped as she slowly drew them, temporarily blinding her deep green eyes. The sun was still partly blocked by trees but that didn't stop it from fighting through and melting the light cov...
This is under new management, feel free to add and comment. Somehow, there are a new set of rules to be taken in count: 1.- MC will never enjoy, get used to or like the flavor of semen. 2.- Absolutely no men in diapers. Women can wear them. 3.- Almost anything is allowed, except underaged characters, bestiality, guro (you know, main rules), chastity devices...
Wanda Philogene here. I'm a young black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Recently, I divorced my African-American husband Roger Stephens and hooked up with Sean Prescott, a tall, handsome white guy whom I met at the local hospital where I work as a nurse. Sean and I are lovers, and let me tell you, this white dude can d...
They snogged all the time on the way back home. I strained to get a clear view of their making out from the driver's seat but nevertheless I was incredibly aroused. Darren had instructed me to drive back to his condo, which was some fifteen minutes from the practice centre. Obviously it took me way longer because I wasn't really concentrating on getting us...
Nikki sent me an email at work this morning that simply read: Good morning my little boy wife "Halloween party tonight at Castaways. Patrick has his two college roommates coming up for the weekend. I'll pick up our costumes and see you at home around 7pm. Hope you have a great day! Your Queen! Great, I thought to myself as I closed out the email. Nikki...
*Wakefulness is a race we cannot not win; Sleep is remorseless as all salvation should be* (Once more, to Frontma for coming through for me) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) I woke up to every heterosexual teenage boy's second favorite dr...
Superstars rise and superstars fall 1 Part 1 of 4 By Felicia Rene This is fiction so literary license allows for the omission of condoms, but our reality doesn't. Enjoy the story Synopsis: The underlying theme is transformation and sexual punishment of the main character for his anti-gay womanizing feelings. For his heinous actions initially making h...
"I'm not even sure why I'm here." Reba said, trying to smile. In her early forties, Reba had curly dark hair and was somewhat curvaceous, but the sort that dressed sensibly to avoid the censure of her peers. Chianti had met Reba when they'd been taking an Italian cooking course together at Mallard Creek Community College, just across Buttermilk Bridge. It...
Chapter 7 Laura Collars Her First Slave At the time Ben had no way of knowing what he was actually building for me. It was not going to be a "meditation room" at all. It was going to be my own private S&M dungeon. I planned to have him finish the walls, floor, and ceiling. Then by the time I was ready for him to make my custom dungeon furniture he would be...