Urban Oddballs: Chocolate Milf "Wha, where am I?" Annry shouted, finding herself sitting in darkness. "Calm down, the movie is about to start!" said a similar voice, very close to her. In a flash, a light beamed in Annry's face. This light was a movie projection, she was in a theatre, and there were rows upon rows of empty red seats. She looked around fo...
Kiersten pouted at Peter over the wine. "Honestly, who holds a masquerade ball before their wedding?" Peter laughed, rubbing her hand. "I know it's not your kind of thing. David and Vanessa are ... well, they're more like me. They're extraverts, instead of introverts, like you. They think it'll be fun, having people just ... socialize. And they both love t...
Hello and welcome to chapter 2. Hopefully, I'll have a short break from work soon and can focus on writing chapter three. Thank you everyone for your support of chapter one and your kind words. I think I will write, but no promises on whether or not I'll post. This story, however has given me new breath. I don't know if it's helping me, or if I'm using it...
Melissa and Kirsty both agreed their last weekend away had been an unbelievably enjoyable experience. Who would have imagined two twenty-somethings, one just about to be married and the other with a long-time live-in boyfriend, would - not once, but twice - be romping around their resort room absolutely naked, would be dining topless and skinny-dipping, wou...
Triple Take ***From The Chronicles of Darius Flesher Author's notes: 4:30am: Debbie (Pudgy) continues her slurping assault on Darius' cock. Though she downed him twice, the ravenous fill of his cum juices works her belly into another crave. Teasingly, she comes up for air but only to query of his past, sexual experiences. An aphrodisiacal exchange of...
"Wait up! Hey, come on, hold the door!" Hell no... Sharing a ride down in the elevator with Jake was the last thing in the world Kayla wanted to do. She stabbed at the buttons, deliberately pressing them all bar the one at the bottom depicting two arrows pointing away from each other. But the elevator doors remained firmly open. Damn it, nothing was going...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic st...
A daytrip with Eve and Vern held the promise of some respite from heavier sexual demand upon my poor body since I allowed myself to be drawn into the swinging culture of my new friends; one doesn't have sex in a moving wagon, does one? By then I'd ceased caring what anyone except Robbie thought about the new, sexually promiscuous me, having enjoyed accommoda...
I had known Brienne since 1st Grade. She was always moving in and out of my school district, and we were always friends when she was here. She played softball and had sexy, thick, muscular legs and an ass that went for days. She was maybe 5' 6" and weighed around 150 pounds. She wasn't a big girl at all. She was thick in all the right ways. Her blonde hair l...
(Author's note: for all those that sent kind words and wondered when or whether I would return, thank you for notes of encouragement. Being a mother, wife, and member of the workforce has kept me exceptionally busy these last few months. For those who had hoped I had written my last, my apologies for disappointing you. As I have not written for a while, it...