I had lived next door to Nafula for over ten years. Originally from Kenya, she had been met her future husband Ken whilst he was vacationing in Africa some ten years previously and then moved back to England with him in the early nineties. We had all been friends for a long time, dining at each other's houses quite regularly and even sharing a holiday togeth...
Caspian was commanded to kneel on the futon once more, and did so in absolute obedience; the women smiling smugly at their complete control over a male they would continue to toy with, until their arousal reached a point which demanded the physical stimulation of his service in utter submission. Velvet in particular, was close to that point, her cunt tingled...
Next day was great. After Jane left. Ted could not hold himself, pulled Stacey in a tight embrace. After having a body squeezing embrace with lip crushing slippery kiss, Stacey asked – "Won't you kiss my armpits, honey? Lick and taste the juicy nectar in my sweet underarms?" "Of course, sweet honey" – said Ted, and started tasting, licking and kissing her...
My name is Jack and I'm kind of a romantic. Not by choice though, it's my choice in women. All the women I like are no less than 5 star. Big perfect tits, perfects skin, tight ass. All my women were the model types and they were a pain in the ass. High maintenance, stuck up bitches and I was tired of it. Fancy dinners, expensive jewelry, the gas guzzling spo...
All characters are over the age of 18. Enjoy. The Steps We Take Pt. 6 All Alison could think about while walking back home was how the fuck can I get out of this mess. She kept thinking of different ways to tell Maria to go fuck herself, that she didn't care if the video was released, but she knew that wasn't true. *SOB* "Why me?" she said which caught the...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was eighteen when we moved, that is my father and me. My mother had left a year or so ago. I don't know why they split, they never talked to me about it, but I think my mother had been seeing someone else. My Dad met Rosemary soon after. She was in a similar position to him, bei...
JOURNAL ENTRY Lots of sex, Lots of ways, 2 In the car park B climbed out naked shielded just by the car, opened to case on the back of the Ute and pulled on a loose sun dress as I stuffed my painful erection back into my jeans. I got out to join her and went into the restaurant to have some lunch. We were both a bit flushed and disheveled, nothing too bad...
The first time I met her was when she came to my office, the day before our second homework assignment was due. I'd certainly noticed her before. Dark skin. Deep olive skin. Probably Mediterranean of some sort. Deep black hair, just past her shoulders, but thick, as if you could swim in it. She was small, probably about 5'2," and 100lbs or so. Very pretty, i...
You come to my office after class, wearing your plaid skirt and white blouse, like a Catholic school girl, only this isn't a Catholic college, making what you're wearing that much hotter. "Mr. H, I really want to get an A in your class," you say, getting right to the point. "I'm sure you're close to one, Alli. Just write the last paper as well as your othe...
The cold Chicago wind of the winter of 1948 blew through the grand entrance doors when opened, bringing a chill to the grandiose yet austere municipal building. He dropped to his knees before her in the hall outside the divorce court, and pleaded with her not to go through with it. She stood regal and pompous in her fur coat, enjoying seeing him squirm, and...