She'd been standing inside her new home, when the feeling first flashed over her like a lightning bolt had struck. It also brought a groan of pleasure to her lips. Michelle turned quickly towards the young man who was standing behind her, wondering if he had noticed her audible expression of her desire. He just continued to hurriedly sketch out the room ar...
Cort shifted in his sleep. Moans and incohesive obscenities left his lips as he replayed the scene from the drug store. That had happened four months ago and Cort hadn't seen Iliana since. It had drove him crazy for the rest of the summer but as classes started back up he had been able to divulge some of that aggression into his coursework. He and Susie were...
Loni’s shapely ass was sticking in the air. It glistened with the slime coating of cum from the puddle she had been soaking in. WB wiped his rock hard staff across her buttocks, using the jizz for lubricant. When the end of the black pole was covered and dripping with my wife’s copious pussy emissions, he aimed it at her snatch. My bride was looking back ov...
Besides being a take-off from the great story "Letters to Mother" by LKWRITER, the following letters from a different daughter to a different mom also uses some transmogrified text from a very hot story, "Donna and Roger" by Gary Johns. The inspiration of CDE will not be overlooked. Dear Mother, Oh, Mom, I just know I'm pregnant! It was every bit as exciti...
******** Another month went by and the couple was ready to spend more time with each other for another fun weekend. They haven't spent time, due to Johnny's hectic schedule, but a holiday was coming up and he was ready to have her all to himself again. When Nesca got to class, she decided to sit in the back of the room to get a full view of the striking...
© 2010 I was laying on the couch watching Bridezilla when my husband came downstairs. He sat near me on the couch, then told me to get across his knee. It shocked me a little, "What?" "Lay across my knees for me to spank you." "Ohhh," I shifted to get up. "What did I do to deserve this?" "You are in possession of a phat, spankable ass." I loved when Bre...
It is sort of funny how they got together. Frank Kinson had never dated a girl in his class, not one. He had dated older girls in other nearby high schools, or college girls. A handsome boy, who stood six foot, five inches, and a gentleman at all times. He was a comfortable, date for a girl who wanted a pleasant evening. There were two hundred and thirty-nin...
This story does NOT contain any sexual acts or indications, which is why it is appropriately placed in the "Non-Erotic" section. Please do not read it if you are expecting any. This is an emotional tale of a young woman who takes a journey back in time to learn the truth about her own beginnings, and gets a new outlook on things as a result. ---------------...
"You're a hard man to find, you know?" I heard behind me, turning around to see her there. My little sister, Stephanie. The only part of my growing up that I remembered fondly. The only person growing up, including our parents, who didn't treat me like dog shit. Suffice it to say that my overall first impression of the much vaunted traditional, nuclear fam...
As is usual for me, the places named and described are real, but the people are fictional. Milano is how the city of Milan is pronounced in Italy, and the Borsa Italiana is the only stock market in Italy. ***** One of the great things about morning is seeing my girlfriend, Katla Gunnarsdóttir, walking around our apartment naked. Katla was an aspiring model...