My name is Nathan. Events portrayed in this story are entirely fictional. I liked California. I was working for a medium-sized computer repair shop just outside my residential area. I was paid comfortably enough to live in a two-unit townhouse. Several times I'd noticed a tall, moderately tanned, fairly fit blonde woman entering the other townhouse unit. Sh...
1. Alasdair About me: Daddy's_BiGal (Previously known on here as slUtty-fUckgal) Gender: Female Age: 43 Sexual orientation: Fluctuating/Evolving Role: Exploring How active you are: A Princess by day, slut by night Looking for: Playmates/Friends I am a sexy twisted lady, looking to take life by the horns, and push myself to my own limits. Having don...
Kevin stared at the woman that lay next to him. He had been in the Navy for a few years now and had met a few women that he really liked. As he ran his hand against her soft silken skin, he thought of the talk that he had with his father when he decided to join the Navy. Could he be as lucky as he was and find someone to love him for who he is? Could she lo...
Disclaimer: All people depicted engaging in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. Constructive feedback and critiques are welcome, illiterate flames will be snickered at and deleted. Enjoy! ***** Chapter 13- I Don't Want To Go Home I really didn't. Simple as that. And if I'd had all the money in the world, I'd have kept Lynn with me in Chicago,...
Chapter 6- Some New Blood The next time I met up with Lynn, she seemed very light-hearted and giddy almost. She had a certain carefree air about her that I really liked. We met behind the sheds and she was almost bouncy. Wearing low-cut jeans and a tight white shirt with no bra, she was positively breathtaking to behold. "Thanks for coming, sport!" she s...
WARNING: Strong scat and pee play! Some vomit also occurs in these chapters! Author's Note: The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. If...
This is a story born of a role-play exchange in the forums of a futanari-interest website, hence the credit to the other player. © 2010 Bishiebunny and GingerM Act 1 - A Fortuitous Meeting He wanted to visit Ireland, see the castles, the green hills, visit a pub and maybe explore his roots. She wanted Cancun, to hit the beaches and drink exotic drinks...
I woke up early and was standing at the front window, staring out at the street, when Kim wandered out of the bedroom. "You're up early," she cooed from behind me. "Yeah, the driver said he was going to be here at seven." The sky was just beginning to show the colors of dawn. The horizon was an almost majestic purple. "It's six fifteen," Kim slipped her...
Author's Note: This is a "soft" sequel to Prom Date, and takes place in the same universe as The Lonely Autopilot. Enjoy! All characters are above the age of 18. I am the Peanut Butter and Jam Collective -- you can call me Jammie -- and I am technically sixteen people. But most of them are pretty dumb. Fortunately, there's a reason why Collective is in my n...
WEDNESDAY When working nights, one gets used to sleeping in as late as necessary. While working in the coffee shop, there was nothing worse than the feeling of waking up completely rested. That invariably meant that she slept through her alarm. Layla was alarmed to be thrown out of her dream by someone rocking her back and forth by her shoulder. For a mome...