Waiting for Input "Athena Ross has no talent!" "What? Get the fuck out of here!" The woman with the frizzy hair seemed to take personal offense. "Millions of people watch her show every week! I mean, she must be doing something right." She brushed aside her locks to take a sip of wine as others chimed in. "Did you see the episode where she tries to work...
When my husband Jim came home with his friends, he must have thought I was at my yoga class, since I always was at this time of the day on a Tuesday. It had been cancelled, however, at the last minute because the teacher was sick, so in actuality I was in the basement, doing the laundry. Our daughter Hazel was at preschool. She's four years old. The men we...
Laddi was a first generation Punjabi woman, who had spent most of her life in the lavish neighborhoods of London. Her father was a successful entrepreneur and her mother specialized in putting on traditional Punjabi weddings. Now in her early 30s, Laddi was working as a marketing executive for a high end clothing line in London, and was happily married to he...
Here is the first part -- and first "climax" of several! -- of the grand finale of Joan, David -- and Laurence too. This final section (one or two more chapters to follow) of Joan's story has its characters indulging in role play and fantasy for their naughty pleasure. In effect it will be a series of role-plays rather than one extended one. There will ine...
Once Todd left I turned and looked in the full length mirror on the closet door. My hair and makeup were a mess, my ponytail had come loose, my hair was damp with sweat and cum and my lipstick and mascara were smudged. I had dried cum on my face and neck. My pussy and thighs were caked with cum. I turned around and saw a line of cum running down the backs of...
I went to the bathroom and started to shut the door. "Leave dat open, whitebread." I did. It didn't take long to strip off what little I had on. Stepping in I was surprised at how little of his sperm had leaked out of me. It had matted and tangled my light brown pussy hair, but none had run down far enough to ruin my stockings this time. The bathroom was as...
Dawn sat by the phone smoking a Marlboro light; she had had a rough day at work and was in no mood to play. Henry her soon to be ex-husband kept calling and hanging up the phone. It was apparent he wanted to come home, but he wasn’t going to. Dawn had to show her husband that when you reach out, you get out. If it weren’t for her friend Grace, Dawn wouldn’t...
My brand new husband and I met on the Internet about six months ago. My name is Linda and I am a Chinese-Canadian, and until yesterday, lived in London, Ont. His name is Richard and is from the southern part of the USA. I am 32, 5" 1", and only weigh a hundred pounds. It is a firmly packed, well put together hundred pounds, though. I have short black hair, a...
The following is a part of the "Wrestling With Life's Cruel Irony Series". This chapter focuses upon Vince, the villain in the series. * Shortly after 5:30 Thanksgiving morning Vince awoke. After exiting the bathroom, he came to the open door to Royce's bedroom he paused. Everyone else was still asleep. Moving into Royce's room he looked down upon the slee...
A few days passed by... I'd suffered one of my ruined orgasms a couple of days after our session, my wife simply letting go of my cock after a wonderfully long and teasing blowjob. Just like the first time my cock twitched helplessly and though I squeezed my muscles in desperation, it really made no difference. My cum drooled out just like before and I got a...