Laura Cranston was lying on her side facing away from her husband Joe early Sunday morning. The first glimmers of light of dawn began to trickle into the bedroom, Joe stirred and rolled over. She could feel his erection poking her in her pajama clad ass, then she felt him slowly unbutton her pajama top. He nuzzled his face into the back of her head and once...
I have to thank (Hale) for the fine editing skills without which this effort would not be readable. In the first two chapters I told you about how Al's wife and my wife had released their inhibitions which resulted in them participating in an orgy. In this chapter I will tell you about the discussions we had the next day, and how our actions the previous da...
Hey everyone! At the current time of writing this the first part of "The Orphans" is at a 4.4/5 rating, with 10 rating submissions, 2 comments and 831 views, which is a lot more than I was actually expecting. If you liked part one, I hope you'll love part 2, in which I went more in-depth with the characters personalities, the world detail, and of course, the...
Another old, found story. I have reversed the gender of the two characters and of course as always placed it in England. *** Clive's footfall's echoed off the buildings on either side of the street as he walked toward the corner to catch the bus. The pools of light made by the street lighting seemed to beckoned him like beacons home. His tired feet got him...
Preamble The beauty and range of Life, strikes me as unsettled. There are reasons that changes occur to each of us. Things are just imperfect and some choose to revise the conditions. We say we are what we are, but life requires adaptation. Some people "might by force of will, cause their face to approach those of they're ideal. Some imagine that this is...
The world is always talking trash about us. Black men and White women. But my Jessica and I are so into each other that we don't care. My name is Steven Saint-Fleur. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Three years ago I moved here from Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. Just a guy with a dr...
I sat on the bed watching the clock. It seemed to tick slower than normal just to torture me. It felt like forever ago that I hung up from talking to you. The clock however, told me it was only a few minutes. Unable sit still I began to pace the room. It was a nice for a hotel. It didn't really matter to me though because I was there for only one reason....
It was a perfect situation, my apartment complex was being rewired and painted during the same two weeks that my friend Steve and his wife Holly were going on vacation so they let me "house sit" for them. Basically they were letting me stay at their place while mine was being worked on, but I would be taking care of their three dogs so they didn't have to w...
It had been a few weeks since her first written submission and Mila still couldn't get Cole off her mind - if anything, her desire burned even hotter than before. It was like that first story had turned what was a spark of desire into a raging fire. It had become a dirty little game that she played - teasing herself all morning with fantasies of Coles tong...
He stood, frozen in his tracks, his mouth open, barely daring to breath lest he should draw her attention to his presence. Torn between fascination, guilt and eroticism as he watched her. It was his first job away from home. A fresh faced young man with so much to learn, thrust into a completely new but exciting environment so far from what he knew and was...