Zoe's head cleared a little; she opened her eyes and tried to control her ragged breathing. Her boyfriend Kevin looked up from between her legs and winked at her. Then his head dipped again and fanned the sparks in her clit to flames once again. A while later Zoe rolled off of his hard cock which she had ridden to yet another orgasm and tried to claw her wa...
Hello people. Hope you are doing well out there in Fantasy Land. What, you say you are not in Fantasy Land? Oh you will be soon. Don't worry, because we are going deep into Fantasy Land. So deep, we may never return. And believe me, you will go to Fantasy Land with me. Even if I have to pick you up and sling you over my shoulder. So come with me, to Fantasy...
Hi. You can call me Evelyn. There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this...
Retraining Miss Carstairs Note: The characters in this fictional story are entirely fictional and are generic and not based on any single individual officer or enlisted man or woman. Part one, in a drill hall. Company Sergeant Major "Mike" Orangu marched swiftly into the lecture hall as Private Millar stood beside the door and saluted, Orangu smiled, it...
Greta was walking away up the drive now, towards where she had parked her car on the street. Rob watched her go from his doorway, standing there in the chill of the morning with just his jeans on. God, Greta had a nice ass. And she always smelled so good in the mornings, even before she showered and got ready for work. Rob sighed as Greta waved at him on...
“Come to me,” I told her over the phone. It wasn’t a request, or something simply said, it was a command. I knew she was sitting on the other end of the connection twisting her chestnut brown hair in her fingers, slowly pulling the soft curls taunt nervously. “You know I can’t sir,” she whimpered, “I’m still married, I take that seriously sir, and besides...
I didn't know where we were going. They never told me. I was in the passenger seat, John was driving, and David had his face between us, his arms on the tops of our seats as he leaned forward from the backseat. He was begging for disaster if John were to slam on the brakes. John was my boyfriend, but not for much longer if things didn't straighten themselv...
I was nervous. I sat by myself in a hotel bar, 30 miles from my house, and my wife. I was here to meet a special friend, Lee, and his wife, Jo. It was a strange triangle. I knew Jo from my work, and I knew Lee from his favorite bar. I was in love with Jo, and I was friends with Lee, but neither one of them as aware that I knew the other. Jo and I had worked...
Our tennis club decided to have a quick knock-out competition one long weekend. The Friday (public holiday) was for the men, the Saturday for the women, and the Sunday for doubles. It wasn't mandatory to put your name down to enter but if you were smart you did so. I put my name down for the singles match but, being a distinctly average player, there wasn'...
Finally, she thought to herself nervously, the workday was over and she was about to do something naughty and even sinful after eight years of marriage and fidelity. Approaching thirty, her male co-workers and noticed she looked sexier every day, especially her boss who was known as a puss hound, and was rumored to have bedded most of the good looking wom...