Strawberry – A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 04 Strawberry Under the Mistletoe – Part I – I'll Keep You Warm by Chloe Tzang © 2016 Chloe Tzang. All rights so reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the so express written permission of the author except for the use of so brief quotations i...
It came as always, unexpected, just as you had thought he was gone. Spirits lifted, hands trembling, fighting with the seal. Sitting at your desk, glancing around to see if anyone is taking notice of your behavior. Like a child on Christmas you tear at the wax held linen paper. The script the same, the thrill of reading still there. Turning away from the ope...
Please forgive the redundant copyright messages, I've found that sometimes my stories are copypasted in part and used elsewhere. Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. * "Wehiloooooo." "Oh my, oh my," said Kuruma and chuckled at herself. Her mouth was watering as if she were a little girl and not an old toothless crone. "What is it, grandma?" asked Tobi, her f...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. "I'm sorry. Am I in your way?" The speaker was a woman and judging from her completely white hair and fine wrinkles aro...
Chauncey Nodalsky looked desperately at Myriam's breasts, poking as they were, nearly falling out of her little corset. "Okay, Grandma...I'll think about it. Yeah, I love Uncle Gideon, but Buttermilk Falls is a little too boondocky for me, like, no offense. Love you, bye." Myriam stroked Chauncey's cock as he knelt naked on the bed, his hands tied snugly to...
Let me make something clear first. I am or have never been a girl who always dresses up like a whore. Even when I used to live in the city, the kinds of clothes I used to wear could never be considered slutty. I used to wear revealing clothes, yes, they used to expose a lot of skin, but never in a wrong way. I never used to walk towards my closet thinking I...
Cabot Ross had spent the last two days at his parents home. Family pulling together in trying times led to their placing his grandmother Edith into a nursing home. Unable to care for her properly, being very busy with their careers, they chose the easy way out. Cabot was not very happy about her new home feeling his folks just gave up on her. Taking the day...
When I was born was always a mystery to me. My Pa never talked of my mother and so all I remember is being. He told me I looked like her when he was drunk but gave no hint how. My two little sisters, big brother, my Pa and I took care of the farm up in the Mountains of Kentucky. Pa and Sam worked the fields. I worked the house, raised the twins. Terry and Me...
*This is a retelling of my husband's first experience with two women. He was just out of high school, long before we met. I love this story and have changed the names (of course) and a few details, but this is pretty close to how my husband recounted the events to me. It's his story, in more ways than one. There is quite a bit of non-sexual background to it,...
Morgan Fletcher fled to the south of England to seek revival, staying with his maternal grandmother and husband. He'd been squeezed dry by his demanding job as new business manager for an ailing firm manufacturing sanitary disposal units for workplace toilets while socially attempting to anally satisfy his new stepmother as well as performing like a stallio...