Fran Gonzalez L La Cor Luna Stories

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Her Reviewer's Reward

by MatthewVett on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"How can you find the probability of three or fewer earthquakes in both cities combined?" Scott's brow furrowed. "I can find the probability of three earthquakes in Tokyo and zero in San Francisco, or two in Tokyo and one or zero in San Fran-" "There's an easier way," I chided him. He thought for a moment before sudden realization spread across his face....

Jennifer Pt. 03

by ChangeYourPassword on Nov 2, 2020
Fetish

Jennifer, wife and pet Part 3 (Fetish, Petplay, Puppyplay, consensual, reluctant) By ChangeYourPassword Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this...

Fire and Rain Ch. 01

by Dlovely on Sep 25, 2017
Interracial Love

This is the start to Marcelo's story. I decided to do something different and add a supernatural element. Also Rain is supposed to represent a woman from the Ohlone tribe central to San Francisco. However, as far as Rain women go there is a rain dance but the legacy has been completely MADE UP by me. Let me know if I should continue!! Read, rate, comment....

Fire and Rain Ch. 02

by Dlovely on Sep 25, 2017
Interracial Love

*I'm glad everyone's digging the story. This should be a short one and to the point. Love all the comments they're awesome!!! I'm trying to get this out as soon as possible cause I'll be leaving for the summer to do residential care!!! So after this story is finished of course... I'll be on a hiatus but I'll be back!!* Read, rate, favorite, comment! * RA...

Fran

by ainu on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

Old folks fuck their brains out, too I'm 72 years old and having the best sex of my life, Perhaps that's a sad commentary on how poor my earlier sex life was but it's true. My partner is 69 years old and it's almost a standing joke that we better live up to her age as we clamber into position for mutual oral sex. So, if you sometimes see a couple of gray-ha...

Fran Johnson Ch. 09

by Heironymous on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

I made my husband, Bill, his favorite dinner. We ate mostly in silence, as the events of the past 24 hours were weighing heavily on both of us. Against my better judgement, my he had convinced me to have sex with another man so that he could watch. It had been his fantasy for years. When dinner was finished, I handed him the envelope containing this letter,...

Fran Johnson Ch. 07

by Heironymous on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

I strongly and respectfully suggest that if the reader hasn't already read Chapters 1-6 of this story, they do so now before reading Chapter 7. You can find links in the lower right hand column of this page. Trust me. -Heironymous ------------------------------------------------ Evidently Bill's new desire to cook and wear my apron only lasted one night!...

Fran Johnson Ch. 04

by Heironymous on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

We went to church the following Sunday and Father Mick gave a wonderful sermon, and we received communion. Afterwards, Father greeted us outside the church, and gave me a nice chaste hug and shook Bill's hand. It was very normal and easy between us, although I did feel a flash of guilt that I hadn't told Bill anything about showing Father Mick my vagina. It...

Fran Johnson Ch. 03

by Heironymous on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

When my husband, Bill, arrived home from running his "errands" bearing a sexy negligee, crotchless panties, and two porno movies, I was a bit taken aback. I had already experienced three orgasms in the short time I had been home from work, and felt pretty exhausted sexually. I basically told him we would have to see, that I was pretty tired, and slipped int...

Fran Johnson Ch. 02

by Heironymous on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I was so horrified that our priest had seen me on the bus with a young man's hand on my thigh while my husband, Bill, looked on. Bill swore that Father Mick hadn't seen anything, but I wasn't so sure. He had been his usual jovial self on the bus, but it kept running through my head over and over again that he just couldn't have missed what was going on. I wo...