Here is Part 7 of Romping on Winter Break. As usual, if you are enjoying the series, please comment or send me a message. Enjoy. MaiaEmpire *** Day 7 I took a deep breath through my nose as I woke up on my back and stretched. Brooke had stayed cuddled against me with her head resting on my shoulder all night. Last evening's activities flashed through my...
Author's note: I know many of you have figured this story had dropped off the face of the earth. And for a long time, it had. I have been thinking about finishing this for a while now and in fact wanted to work on another storyline all together. But I could not leave poor Kelly trapped under her frozen lover for all eternity. So, I must finish this first bef...
Book 2 - Prologue Pain and Fear. Inexorably linked at opposite poles of an eternal figure eight. All of us, no matter what path our lives take, find pain and fear along the way. They can define how we live our lives or they can challenge us to actually live. The choice, as in all things, is ours. People run from pain because they fear it. Believing tha...
Most women are shy about their bodies. Even if you've got the world's most gorgeous woman in bed with you, she's going to worry about how you like her body. Tell her it's beautiful, tell her which parts you like best, tell her anything, but get her to trust you enough to let you down between her legs. Now stop and look at what you see. Beautiful, isn't i...
Right now, my boyfriend Adam Winterstone is moaning and crying like a little bitch. Why is a big and tall, macho Black man like him behaving in such a way? Simply because I've got my fist up his ass. Even with the large quantities of lubricant I've used, my fist still feels too big to fit inside his ass. At least that's what we both thought in the beginning...
Sunday, 4 am. She didn’t want to confess: she’d been a naughty little girl. That morning she woke up early after a dirty dream where she was sucking off one guy while the other one fucked her. She felt really turned on lying in the big, hotel bed, so she started to stroke her pussy and play with her tits. She spread her legs and slipped two, wet fingers ins...
Washing dishes is my favorite, it's the time when I can really prove myself to her, a time when my panties come off and I work under her intense gaze. I'll still be in my short skirt with the apron that I wore while cooking dinner, but when she has finished eating and then has let me eat mine she will tell me when it is time for dishes. That's when I remove...
Simple, it can be simple, the more raw and intense it is the better. Cut to the chase, sometimes foreplay is overrated and when you want it and you need it, it won't come soon enough. That's just how it is with him it's never soon enough and each passing between us leaves me wanting more and more. So much so that even in dreams I can't escape the want, it li...
Barb felt terrible all day. Her imagination ran wild regarding what Omar was going to do to poor Shamsa. Worst-case scenarios kept coming to her mind. Death, dismemberment, whipping, you name it, she envisioned it. The day dragged on and on. Barb kept apologizing to Shamsa but Shamsa told Barb it was her own fault and she would suffer the consequences...
Chapter 01: The Beginning Remember the old movie with Alan Ladd, when a couple meets every summer for a rendezvous away from their spouses at the Same Time each year? Dick and Sue had the same type of relationship but they weren't married. They were just too much like each other, so they would fight for a year, and then finally one of them would give in an...