The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly the Little Leb Cock-Riding Slut" ***** One fine day, Jilnar the Little Leb Cock-Riding Slut's mother called her to come downstairs. She had just finished preparing her a basket of X-rated goodies for her to ta...
When I think about that day I remember thunderstorms in the distance, and thinking it was very warm for December. Which, I suppose, it was – but New Orleans is New Orleans, and it is what it is: hot and humid most of the year, punctuated by a few months in winter when it gets sort of warm and humid. Christmas vacation had just started and my parents had flow...
Earth Spectre Base, Canadian Rockies August 13, 2019 10:34 PDT (13:34 EDT) My mom didn't say anything, she just moved a short distance away from the wall and crooked her finger. Alright, if she wants to keep going, I'm game. I got back to my feet. I made it seem like I was cracking my back, twisting clockwise and then counter-clockwise. As soon as I star...
The moment Chad closed that door behind them, Rose became intensely nervous. It was not that she did not want this, want him. But she was not that young, pretty thing anymore. Fifteen years and pregnancy had taken their toll on her body. Her breasts sagged. The muffin top, that roll of disgusting skin just above her pubic bone, never went away no matter how...
This is a romance that contains sexual scenes. It that offends anyone's sensibilities I advise you to find another story to read. It might not begin very explicit but future chapters certainly will. For those who do read it, thank you and your comments are always welcome. I hope you will enjoy. The Dirty Spur was your typical small town western bar. It was...
It has been 18 years since Marc retired from his construction job collecting the pension he accumulated over the thirty years he worked. Rebecca his wife, who everyone affectionately calls Becca, was a house wife who took care of the kids. She also took care of her mother and father until they passed away, so she has had very little work experience outside o...
This story is a fantasy based on actual events and real people. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. My marriage was a means to an end for me. It's probably why it didn't work out. I started out believing in true love and soul mates and all that bullshit, but once my age started with a 3, I started to realize that it wasn't going to happen...
Fifteen Love Copyright Oggbashan January 2018 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. +++ The following are fifty-word stories. The tit...
My dearest, Today I have left our happy home that we worked so hard for, for so many years to make as we wanted. Those walls could tell stories of our life, love and sorrow we shared together. Do you recall the first time we met when we were only fifteen years old at the pep rally. Yeah those were fun times at fifteen, at sixteen you stole the firs...
It started off being longer but I thought the story also a good fit for the 750 word format so here it is cut down a little. * Mary and Ciara thought they got a good deal when Fred took the third slot in their shared student house. His presence made them feel safer, he seemed to have an endless supply of energy for chopping wood for the log burner and he s...