Wherein work intrudes and we invite Shark Girl home to dinner Author's note: this is part 5 of a 12-part story arc which I've put under Group Sex (see Chapter 1). Like all my stories, it begins with character development and in this case, over several chapters. The chapters can have the elements of a number of different categories and I will try to give adv...
"Right then ladies. Who gets the macchiato?" asked Deanna, holding up another Starbucks and peering at the name scribbled on it. There was a special ring of hell for those who wrote the names on cups at Starbucks, she decided, since she could neither read this one, nor the other one. The only one she could read spelled Deena, not Deanna. She sighed. It's not...
"NO! Let me go! Please! You don't understand. I must! LET ME GO!" He was fighting to hold on, because this girl was dead serious about jumping. No ordinary suicide attempt, this one. This wasn't his first experience with a suicide jumper by far, but normally you could talk people down and make them think twice about their decision. Not this time though. She...
I still can’t believe that he went for it. It was during one of our many recent sessions of bedroom play that Rich made another hint of his desire to try swinging. Once again, I called him on it, but this time more explicitly. “I bet your all bluff,” I said teasingly, “You could never handle the thought of me being intimate with someone else and you know i...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 11—Winds of Change In Irish families a certain custom looms over hearth and mantle of every home. It is more important in some families than others, and is an oft-broken tradition. It is, then, the existence more than the practice of the tradition that quickens the Irish heart. It was largely because of this reason that Jame...
"I'm just curious. Are you a student here at the college?" "Look, missy, let's just keep this on an impersonal, cash basis---okay?" "I'm sorry; I should have guessed that anyone who wears a mask when he is working---and will only meet in the dark---probably wasn't interested in getting chatty." "Just pay me up front per our previous agreement and give me...
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My morning wood slid unconsciously between her thighs and near the confines of her moist pussy. It was a pleasurable sensation that brought me out of my half sleep and into full awakening. "That's nice," murmured a gentle voice from the female figure lying beside me. Her naked body had curled up against mine at some point during the night, spooning me, and...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content. * Nobody in this story is under eighteen, and no violence is involved. If you are over eighteen, read and enjoy. 1 My sister Avril, is two years my senior, and I've worshipped her since I can remember. She's beautiful, slightly taller than I am, slim, with long, silky brown hair,...
Bear Foot Lake. It's one of those places I think about once in a while, even though I haven't been there in years. Deep in the Adirondack region of Upstate New York, Bear Foot sits at the end of a two mile trail, greeting you, when you arrive, with glinting sunlight sparkling from the surface of its oddly green water. It's not swampy algae green, it's grayis...