Martin nibbled between where his wife's thighs used to be, now just short soft stumps. She begged him to go slower. "We have all weekend," she cooed and thrust the dark brown skin around and over his face. "Eat mama's pink pussy." To him, those were musical words, almost as sweet to his ears as, "Kiss my stumps darlin'." No matter how much she wanted him to...
Reading chapter one will help understanding of this chapter. Strong sexual content. ***** As my fingers worked in and out of Ginger's vagina, she arched her back as I hit her G-spot. The extra pressure of the tampon added to her pleasure. She started her cum and it lasted for some time and she finally pushed my hand away saying she was getting too sensitiv...
Reading the earlier chapters will help understanding. Strong sexual content. * Mora spent the week getting settled in. She and Maria got along fine and Mora saw that she was a very hard worker. She did not cut corners and was very polite. Sam brought home his books and Mora took a look at them. They were not in bad shape and she thought it would not be ha...
It was not planned. We had never even discussed the possibility. Obviously we had talked about using that kind of beach. You do not just happen to end up on a naturist beach, not even in the south of France. There are maybe fifteen of them, scattered around the Mediterranean coast, but that is not so many that you are likely to come across one just by cha...
Tammy shivered in the coolness of the night. The line seemed to stretch for eternity. "How many miles is it?" she complained. Frank looked at her, "Well, if you didn't have that ridiculous tube top on, you wouldn't cold. Amy's tits are as big as yours but she covers herself up." Joe's eyes ran up and down her outfit. "He's right, "Joe sad, "You gotta be...
Donna Faircloth was energized, turned-on and kneeling on the kitchen floor, giving her husband a surprise blowjob he'd never forget. She'd just come home with her emotions in overdrive after a daylong workshop on conducting group encounter sessions. Clay had been replacing the cover to the overhead light fixture when she walked in. Though tall enough to do...
Until I'd found Jim's diary (I think guys call them journals), I hadn't a clue that he felt like he did. It must have been such an awful thing, to have such desire and such longing, and to believe that he must never let me know. At first I admit that I was shocked. As I read further, however, my shock changed first to sorrow and compassion for his struggle,...
Disclaimer: This story, names of characters and places are entirely works of fiction. Any similarities to any persons, places or events, living or dead, is a coincidence and not intended by the author. ***** The day was getting close to its close, or at least it was at the University. The school was not an elitist preparatory school, but it was a higher en...
---------------------- Author's Note: This story contains disturbing mental/physical themes that may cause discomfort. Readers be advised. This first chapter is short. Later parts will be published in longer portions. This is Part 1 of 4. Previously the story title was incorrectly shown as "Woulds Pt.01", it should be "Wounds Pt.01" ----------------------...
1989 He and another Guard came to the house the time we were broken into. Mark and I had been arguing about who'd left the kitchen window open. The room was stink with our bile. He was fine-tuned to pick up on my agitation. I watched his pupils darken when he looked at me; sensed the shifting of his focus. Even with my back turned, I could feel him looking...