Khaled was wandering helplessly in the darkly lit street. Arriving at a small bar, he entered and sat at the counter asking for a shot of vodka. Looking next to him, he saw Salim, a friend he has met at his new university. Salim was also drunk and sobbing heavily. Seeing that he was not alone in bad mood, Khaled went and sat next to Salim. “I see we are bot...
I had fallen asleep in bed with Agnes after nursing on her teats and fucking her. I woke up about midnight with my cock all warm and wet. I initially thought I was having a wet dream but suddenly realized someone was sucking my cock. I reached over to feel for Agnes but she was not next to me. I pushed the covers back and saw in the shadows that she had my c...
Ch. 01 The story of a priest The church was designed in 1959...and the nameless Catholic Architect, inspired by Rennie Mackintosh and the Arts and Crafts movement has slipped to obscurity; but his legacy is a fine and noble structure, genuflecting to C.R.M's prodigious talent. Sculpted into the hillside, on the outskirts of the city, this faux whitestone m...
Angelica's body quivered as the two orcs inside of her came, her body being held in a full nelson by the one inside of her ass, while the one buried in her pussy squeezed her tits, causing the occasional spurt of breast milk to escape her breasts. Angelica's holes milked their dicks for every drop of cum the orcs had as they emptied their loads inside of he...
"Stories of Women in Control" is based on Journal entries about some of my formative sexual experiences. These are, with some poetic license, true stories that focus on my kinkier experiences, rather than on more conventional sexual relations. One day I phoned Mary Ellen, whom I hadn't seen in years, and found the number to be disconnected. When I was unable...
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This is a work of fiction, any similarities to persons living or dead is completely coincidental. I hope that you don't think this story is too long and drawn out, I like stories that take you some place in the end, and getting there is half the fun. This is far removed from what I have done so far, I hope not too far, but I love this romantic era. Enjoy! E...
He's standing at the water cooler, listening to the usual banter. Things like 'which girl in accounting has the best ta-tas?' or 'If you need a date with someone really easy, try Mona over in shipping...Mona will have you moanin' in no time...' He tried to smile, tried to see the humor in his co-workers' backwards banter, but it was difficult. In the first p...
Welcome to a town known as Dan Ville, in this town, two boys grew up with their big sister. The boys spent may a day creating gadgets and widgets, to get the most out of each day. Their now grown and returned to Dan Ville for visit. The first is Candace Flynn, who married her teen crush Jemery, she has long red hair, next is Pheanis Flynn. He's the younger...
They say that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but sometimes the fury of a cheated husband is just as bad. Thomas and Rachel Miller had always been the most unusual of couples. Thomas had always been the stable, reliable, not overly exciting type, while Rachel was unpredictable, wild, and always looking for fun. They'd met in college and though none...