Out to grab something quick between classes, Inalu was enjoying the feeling of fall air on her face. It was that time of year just on the edge of winter. Classes were close to done for the semester. Her favorite thigh length coat no longer needed justification. High-top boots were an everyday thing. Life could not be better and yet, she wished there was more...
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. None of these events are real, nor am I saying these celebs act this way. This is purely a fantasy and should be treated as such; furthermore, minors should not read further. ***** "I... I can't believe it!" Jessica Biel was furious as she read the article. She had been married to Justin Timberlake, her long-date boyfr...
One Saturday afternoon in September 2004, Dan was lying on his couch watching college football when his phone rang. A friend of his from work was on the other end. "Dan, this is Scott, what's up?" "Just watching the end of the USC game. What are you doing?" "I've been in the office all day and need to meet Lauren for dinner at 8 or so. Wanna grab a few dri...
Thank you so much for your response to the first part of Fall 1970, which was overwhelming to say the least. This is the conclusion. * * * to my delight the evening is not yet done... "Hi Joni!" I finally managed to blurt out. She smiled while looking up at me from behind my cock, which was showing increasing interest in this new found friend. "Sure hope...
Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry for the extended wait! Theres really nothing I can say to justify it so I won't make any excuses. And no, II can't write sex scenes to save my life. I'm extremely bad at it but I'm working hard to change that lol. *shrug* But I tried my hardesssst in this final chapter so hopefully it satisfies. And to tens, I am so so so sorry...
It was finally happening. Shanna looked down between her legs, almost in disbelief. Her cunt had not caught fire, nor was it flashing like a storm holding lightning inside, yet it felt like both these things and more. All because of the boy... the man... between her thighs. Zar, with his bright eyes and wispy hair and that smile that made her heart quicken...
Copyright© 2009 by Jake Rivers Author's Note: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, su...
The doorbell rang. "Fuck," Lucy exclaimed under her breath. She glanced down at the odometer on the treadmill, just one half mile short of her eight-mile target. Sweaty, and pissed that she didn't have time for a cool down, she hit the stop button. "Give me a minute," she shouted up the stairwell. Debbie fidgeted at the front door, already regretting the...
Venos Larque wore a comfortable smile, reclining in a rickety wooden chair, his swords—a two heavy, leaf-bladed short swords—resting easily at his hips, within easy reach. He'd ridden a long way to get to this point. The trek from the nation of Amn to the city of Luskan was not an easy—nor a simple—matter. Subsisting off the charity of allied churches, the w...
The man finishes my shoe shine as I watch the arrival board to the left. I like him. He is a young, muscular black man, who gives the appearance of being the most leisurely person on earth. He does not do anything that looks like work. He gives a few offhand licks with the brush, and the cloth, effortless. He turns between each action with his hands to scan...