Felicity woke up with a dick slapping her in the face. At first she batted it away but then her brain kicked in and she opened her mouth. Her husband's dick filled her mouth. This didn't happen every day but it was common enough that Felicity knew how to handle it; Kevin was a demanding husband sexually but that was a good part of why she had married him....
Felicity Remington was a red-haired, blue-eyed gynecologist of 34. She was also a glasses-wearing, card-carrying lesbian eproctophile. She actually used pussy examinations as an excuse to get close to women's assholes in hopes of getting farts out of them, and maybe sex. Occasionally she was successful at seducing her clients. But her real dream to find a wo...
My wife knew about my secret stash of porn. At least she thought she did. Having discovered it, she pretended she did not know and did not look there. That let me hide my real stash under a false bottom in the chest. I encouraged her with her hobby of photography, and now she often went out for the day on a weekend with the club to shoot some landscapes or w...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Laurel Lance had been accused of being nosy a lot during her life, especially by her little sister Sara. She had gotten better in later life, although if she hadn't she might have figured out Oliver was the Arrow instead of needing to be...
Hello again! I'm M.D. If you read the prospectus in Chapter 03, then you know that I have bought a new asset – with the emphasis on ass – into my portfolio. Who am I? I am an investment banker at a well-known bank. You know it. It's everywhere. I run a small part of the organization. I mine wealth. It's like paying people to dig it out of the ground. It's a...
My friend Pamela had asked me to housesit for her while she was in Europe doing a book tour. Pam has the most amazing beach house and it was no great torture to agree. Her house sits on a private stretch of beach and has the most wonderful terraces. Each one looks out at the water and is completely private. The upstairs bedroom overlooks the beach. The wall...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. * * * * * This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Why did I do it? I'd had a few drinks but that was no...
It had been a brutal year. No... I'm not using that figuratively. I'm not trying to gain empathy with hyperbole. It was, literally, a brutal year. (Can you tell I'm an English teacher?) Something was in the water and I'd stopped more fights (physical, verbal, you name it) than I cared to count, winding up with a food-throwing free-for-all on the last day (wh...
Felicity: A collection of stories by jjcole. Foreword: I am reposting many of my stories, I could not get back into my original jjcole members site after I changed my e-mail. I ended up in the nightmare of the "use confirmation word" endless cycle so I started over. I am an old man living in Texas some forty years now but not born here. My first language...
While the husband is away Felicity held back her passion for when her husband returned home, promising herself not to use a toy, or even her fingers. He'd been working away for two weeks, and it was getting to her. As soon as he got home they would play one of his flashing games. The idea that she was obsessed with flashing her body to strangers was absurd....