Nicolle's need for filthy sex continues. This time it's a garage full of black cab drivers. As I watched all her dirty acts, at first they seemed so disgusting, but then even I became aroused by her level of perversion and ended up using her for my own pleasure. Hope you enjoy this chapter about Nicolle, the filthiest slut I've ever known. * * * * * * * *...
Author's Note: Before the story, there'll be a poem that was too short to upload by itself, so I'm putting it with the story, instead. Inside The Depths of Her World ☽ She gazed into his blazing blue eyes. They reminded her of the brightest blue star in her homeworld's sky. Hypnotized, she shivered and her quivering core, cried out for him. Then h...
Another Story, Just for you. (Well, not anymore.) * Author's Note: Though not posted in order, this is the last story I wrote for her. Unlike the other ones, this erotic story actually featured us. As before, I changed names around. I thought about taking out some of the kinkier/more personal shit, but I thought about it and I realized that raw, awkward, p...
SugarPucker Creek If there was one name in all of Sutter's Hollow that was almost always linked with troublemaking and mischief, it was Bobbi-Jo Butters; just plain BJ to those who knew her well. Bobbi-Jo was a down home southern tom boy with short muss-cut dark brown hair, freckles in all the naughtiest of places, and big beautiful baby-blue doe-eyes that...
[NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: In my humble opinion, the best way to get the fullest sense of understanding and even enjoyment from this story is to read it through from beginning to end, and then return to read it a second time. I promise, if you follow that formula you will experience many "ah-ha" moments that will make you smile and think and perhaps even discove...
September 15 Dear Master, Today I couldn't find a cock to fill up my poor cunt. I really tried! I'm so sorry... I know we both need me to be fucked silly and used by a complete stranger. A stranger with a huge cock, so that I remember what it's like to feel stretched to the limit. Humping back at it at the same time that I try to get away because it hurts...
Eric: Let the Healing Begin It was to be a long cold night, with flashes of searing anger. When Gina picked Eric up at the company loading dock, all she said was "Get in." She said nothing at all driving him home. Eric was driven to talk, to explain, and to lie. He denied that he had sexually harassed his secretary, claimed the whole thing was a misunderst...
With encouragement from my favorite group, here is a full story of a fantasy. ***** With the shrill of the doorbell, I jump up off the couch, walking up to the door. I don't ask who it is or look through the peephole, I know he is coming to see me. My delicate fingers brushed over the chain lock, sliding the bolt open. Timidly, I open the door and step bac...
(To the reader: The story you are about to read is told in a completely new style for me. I was recently contacted by a fan and only inspired both this detour into minimal narration and the story itself. For these things I thank her. I enjoyed writing in this fashion, it was a nice change of pace. I found it to be more driven... more breathtaking... a kind...
Carlotta was a thirty-something black female videographer from Paris, and before that from Haiti. She had a rather determined and unappealing face. But she had rich dark ebony flesh, a shapely pair of breasts, and a noticeably large shapely protruding pair of Afro-Caribbean buttocks. She had told Marina and me that she had partied with dozens of naked sex-...