This is a purely imaginary story, set in a Bengali household in India. -------------------------------------------------- My dad had divorced mom seven years ago. The alimony had been decent, not too big, just sufficient. Mom got the flat where we lived in, as part of her alimony, apart from some money which she had invested in a fixed deposit in a bank....
Alice awoke in a warm fluffy bed, as if the mattress was made of feathers and cotton balls (which most likely they were). The aroma of old wood and cinnamon lingered in the air and Alice slowly but surely came too from her sleep. Rubbing her thighs together she could tell she was still in her nylons and her tea party attire. The gown felt comfy against her...
It was a typically slow Monday afternoon at the Music Room bar and grill where Anna worked as a bartender. Anna sat her petite bottom on a wooden chair at a table on the outdoor porch. Her work issued, plaid school girl uniform skirt was barely long enough to keep hidden that she wasn't wearing any underwear and revealed her slender, but athletically sexy le...
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Day 1 Continued As we walked away from the orgy that was still going on I let my imagination run wild about what we'd see at the pool. Would it be one giant fuck fest like what was right behind us? As we made our way we passed several other couples, gay and straight, making love on the grass and a threesome with three women and a huge double headed dildo. I...
The second the elevator door closed Eliza dropped the envelope and her backpack and we were all over each other, kissing wildly. I was working my way down her neck when she pulled the bandanna she'd been wearing as a shirt down to her waist and ripped open her jacket. She grabbed me by the hair and guided my eager mouth to her left nipple and ordered me to "...
The road to your villa feels especially lonely tonight. Just what is this loneliness I'm feeling now? Is it just that I've disappointed both you and myself with my outburst? Is it simply the blues? Am I missing my wife? This is the first time since meeting you that I've felt so depressed. I've been too busy being more turned-on than ever before in my life....
For a long time now, I've loved the idea of eating my wife's pussy right after I cum inside her. I fantasize about it practically every time we have sex, but unfortunately, as soon as I cum I lose interest completely. In fact, after I cum the idea repels me. I've mentioned this fantasy to Pam, and much to my surprise it turned her on at least as much as it d...
Stefan has arranged to meet Julia at a cocktail bar in London's St. Pancras. They met each other on an internet chat room, though they have met in person a few times this only their second hotel rendezvous. On line they have developed an intimate bond and Julia, his sub is now ready to submit entirely to her dom. For ten days now, Stefan has forbidden her to...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. ***** When I first met Stephen, I was love struck. He was exactly the type of guy I would always fantasize about, but never have the courage to date. A tall, blonde, older white man of about 60 would never be an acceptable guy for me to date seriously. My family would never approve their smart 30 year old daughter was...