"Fuck! This can't be happening again!" Surprised to hear her thoughts given voice, Lisette Berenger looked under the stall door and confirmed that she was still alone in the restroom. I locked the door. There can't be anyone else in here. Relieved to find that she was still the sole occupant, Lisette resumed flicking her clit with two fingers of her right h...
The common room was nearly empty as Reno lazed across the marble floors. Most of the employees were up, showered and had already eaten breakfast, including Rude who sat on one of the sofas, absorbed in a magazine. Reno had taken his time and allowed Rude to get out of bed before he did, shower before he did, and eat breakfast without him. If he wasn't allowe...
It has been over two years now since we have done anything "weird." I use this word, "weird," the way Jen uses it. She has a way with words, but the way she describes it, "weird," seems not so accurate to me now. At that time, at that moment, she did not think it "weird," but instead the most erotic and liberating and honest event of her life. At that moment...
Carmen always had sad eyes, but they had always been sad in a sort of loving way, like a child's eyes when a beloved pet has passed on. Sad, yes, but always with the basic understanding that everything was fine, that events had happened because they were supposed to. Now, however, they were just sad. They stared blankly out upon the world without really se...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
Please Stop Fucking My Family When the Harrum family woke on Sunday morning they had breakfast together. It was the only chance the family had together. Though middle daughter Victoria went to a local college the various busy schedules kept all the members into their own lives. They cherished this time to get re-acquainted. Victoria and her eighteen year o...
My life was in the doldrums ever since I kicked out my boyfriend on his return home from France. The last straw was something trivial, the straw that broke the camels back. He brought me a set of old-style french knickers from some market. "What the fuck do you think I am?" I screamed as I threw them back at him, "But Amber, they're very stylish and retro!...
Please keep italic and bold lettering where indicated ........ It takes me awhile to notice the “lump” brushing against, and occasionally poking, my ass cheek. The club is so jammed packed with people that it’s impossible to move or stand and not have someone touching you. By this point in the night I’m so use to people pressing, bumping, grinding and even...
This is the continuation of my True Stories series, where I tell my readers about my real life adventures as a part time transvestite. In this instalment I will tell you about Buster, an admirer with whom I have I met up with a number of occasions. I warn you now that the story contains graphic sex, use of alcohol, mild bondage, use of recreational drugs and...
I awoke in the middle of the night with Lizzie, my beautiful, adorable wife nuzzling into my shoulder, and me smelling a delicious combination of shampoo, perfume, and sex. Looking past her shoulder I could see Abbie, being spooned tightly by her lover, looking straight into my eyes. She blinked slowly in her half-asleep state and her full lips pursed into a...