Well. This one took awhile to get finished, for which I apologize; if you're reading this, I hope you've read its two predecessors. When this one begins, the intrepid Pixy Pfeiffer has just put herself in the middle of a deafening series of explosions. Let's see what she'll get up to now... * * * Pixy shrank back from the rear bulkhead, her face twisted i...
My mind explodes with another body-shaking orgasm. The constant deep, slow thrusts of his cock slamming into my stretched, wet pussy and the feeling of fullness I have never thought possible is almost too much. My hands are on his chest, my fingers digging into his hard pecks as I throw my head back in ecstasy—my red hair matted with sweat flinging droplets...
Paul turned up the collar of his light jacket and stuck his hands in its pockets to ward off the chill of the bitter wind that had come with the late November dusk. This part of the city was unknown to him. He had been walking the streets aimlessly since mid-afternoon trying to recover after having his heart and dreams shattered. The day had been warm and s...
Summary: MILF's sexual awakening by being forced to do 7 slutty tasks. Note 1: This is an April Fool's Day 2018 Contest Story so please vote. Note 2: Thanks to DARKBREEZLY for collaborating with me and creating all the illustrations that bring this story to life. Note 3: Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, thor_p, Robert, and Wayne for editing. Note 4: A warning:...
Authors Note: Welcome to my latest story and...hard to believe it's been four years since I have posted in this category. A couple of notes about this story; one, it's on the longer side and features a story, not just 'action' so if you enjoy shorter pieces, this may not be for you. Second, this story is part of my Circle series and hopefully will leave you...
I woke up and started crying again. Kelsey was still asleep in my bed and my roommate had packed up and left for Christmas break. I wasn't going home until a couple of days before Christmas, so I had a week to just relax. Relaxing sounded nice. It would have meant a lot more if Greg were still in my life. I knew it was a mistake. I knew it and I did it any...
Chapter 1 I was 22 years old when I got married. My husband was 27 and just out of the military about two months, but he was still in the reserves since he had been a captain, he felt he should stay in the reserves in case his country needed him. I didn't think too much about it at the time. Two weeks after we returned from our honeymoon, two men showed up...
Chapter Six "Dahlia?" I asked in a shocked voice, while still trying to wrap my mind around the possibility. It wasn't possible, was it? She sniffled, "Yes, master. It's me." I wanted to hug her tight and never let go, I wanted to drop her on the floor, and I wanted to fuck her brains out again. I did none of that, and just stood there frozen for a second...
Note: I submitted this story for the April Fools Contest but failed due to haste to re-read and edit it properly. I learned a valuable lesson. I received quite a few encouraging comments and critiques, and a few not so productive. I have edited and corrected the things that were pointed out and also some glaring errors in consistency and spelling I found alo...
Chapter 17: The Flare-Up I welcomed my work after all these troubled, but strangely satisfying days. A load had been lifted from my soul and I could dedicate myself to work. When I entered the building, I received more support from my colleagues than I expected -- perhaps I was not such a cold German after all; the influence of Maureen had probably changed...