It's been over 2 weeks since "Ms. Peaches" and I had our secret rendezvous in her classroom. Tonight is graduation night and I'm excited about starting school in the fall and beginning a new chapter in my life. Although I'm excited that day continues to occupy my thoughts constantly. I've never had a woman touch me or make me feel as desired as she did. She...
The Gray Day part 1 A poem by Keith Douglas Alford The gray day fading into night, the past sliding away from me, to become just that. The hurt and the pain that blinded and made red, now fades and diminishes and becomes just another moment of heart ache. The longing for a different place, or just another time, have come and gone, replaced by my regrets o...
Rain tapped a steady beat on the tin roof of the old house. Various vessels were placed to catch the water as it leaked through the ceiling. Chloe was in the tiny dinning room looking out one of the windows watching the rain that had steadily fell for the past five days. She cursed herself for not having the roof inspected before she moved in to her grandmot...
I was afraid I'd have to wait months for an appointment with a doctor, but Mom gets me in to see her gynecologist the next day. I'm nervous as all get out. I've never been a big fan of doctors, and my previous gynecologist didn't have the best bedside manner so to speak. When we pull into the parking lot I can't help but notice how empty it is. "Uh, are they...
She noticed the trail of rose pedals right off as she shut her door and laid her purse and keys upon the hall table. She smiled as she waited a moment for a surprise pounce from her husband. He was always quite the trickster at valentines and the kids were at grandmas for the night so she expected he'd be at the door naked with a ribbon around his cock like...
She wore a tight-fitting red tank top that hugged her hips, her quick paced caused the ends of the shirt to fold up slightly revealing her milky waste. The girl also wore a red mini-skirt that was loose fitting and flowing in the wind. She had knee-high leather boots that kicked at the dirt as she nearly skipped across the path. This must be the girl Cinder...
Dedicated to my wife (Freya), who is my fantasy, and whom I love dearly. * Freya decided that she was hungry, hungry for her master's cock. It had been a week since she had tasted his thick white creamy fluid filling her mouth and it had been longer since he had unlocked her chastity belt and fucked her raw in her holes that she so lovingly keep hairless...
Authors note: This story speaks for it's self, but I just wanted to say thanks for all the wonderful comments and scores you all have given my stories. I hope you enjoy all the ones in the future, and please, continue to comment and vote. After all, what is an author without a willing audience...? Taking a long drink of his beer, Morgan Walker looked aroun...
Sometimes sex seems driven by beauty. Sometimes (according to conventional wisdom, the best times) it is inspired by love. But sometimes, it is just spawned from a raw, desperate, crying need. That's how it was for Rose and me. I grew up on Long Island, and the couple next door were an empty-nester Italian couple. Being only 18 myself, they seemed ancient,...
"Go ahead, I don't mind, really." she swore. "It'll just go to waste, otherwise." We had sat through a three hour Timeshare sales pitch on a rainy day in the Poconos, and our reward was a three day cruise from Ft. Lauderdale to Bermuda. The catch was it had to be used immediately or you lost it. Laura and I had gone away to try to rekindle what we lost ove...