Not family, not babies, not respectability, then what? There was mystery about the bungalow. It was large, almost palace size, but in disrepair. I lived in the room above the unusable garage in one corner of the compound well away from the main building. For two weeks I did not see a single resident of the bungalow. It certainly was tenanted for cars, about...
He wanted to take her away for the weekend. To take her off somewhere for some fun. No child, no Ryan, no Lisa. Just him and her. Van and Libby. He wanted to spoil her, indulge her inner child. Where could he take her though? He thought of her half sister, Issa. She loved Issa, and it was rare, if ever, that she got to see Issa. He didn't mind Issa. Issa nei...
Karen peered out her bedroom window, wondering whose car had pulled into her driveway. She had been sleeping, but the headlights had waked her. Shaking her head, she realized the car was her husband's. She knelt over the bed, shaking the man awake. "Wake up, Mr. Taylor; my husband has come home early from his trip." She grabbed a robe, and headed out the b...
My name is Claude Simmons and this is my story. I've been reviewing my past a lot lately and have come to the realization that I've had some fun times. Now I want to share another one of my priceless memories with you. I will tell the story using the best of my abilities. So without further delay I will begin. Three days had passed since my eighteenth birth...
Patrick glanced up and smiled as he heard Aisling walk through the front door, shaking snow from her hair and boots. After she stripped her wet clothes off, she darted into the living room to grab a blanket from the couch. She wrapped it tightly around her cool damp body and moved into the den where she could hear Patrick's fingers flying over the keyboard...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written solely by myself blakat, with no characters reflecting the likeness of non-fictional entities. Note: This is my first story so please give feedback, I'm anxious to know what my readers think. ***** My name is Aiden, i'm 24 and married to my wife Madalyn who's 23. We got married at the young age of 18 simply be...
CH. 1 "I'm tired of being alone." Elizabeth Anne Gorden announced to her three best friends while at their usual Saturday lunch date. Looking down at her food that she no longer had a taste for, she pushed the plate away. Giving her full attention back to the ladies sitting around her she waited for their response. All she got was two sighs and a grumbl...
There have been a few developments in the past few weeks, and so I regret to say that several weeks ago Missy found and opened the file in the computer entitled "Missy's Seventh Porno" which opened up a can of worms and at first she became rather upset with me sharing her sexual encounters on the internet. She let me know that my solo erotic writing career w...
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One day my wife and I won a cruise trip on the Mediterranean Sea aboard the steamer "Taras Shevchenko." We were very glad and couldn't believe our luck. In wonder we celebrated it with an awesome night of love. To be honest, I'd prefer to be aboard alone, without my wife, and regularly cheated on her old ass with young girls who could be easy fucks. During o...