I have to admit that I love Ass Fucking! A cock in my ass always gives me the most intense orgasms... but there's something more to it. Getting fucked in the ass is so... raw and primitive! And dirty! Dirty sex always turns me on. The first thing that I have learned, the hard way, I got to get into the bathroom and started getting myself all cleaned out. I...
It was Oktoberfest at the Deutschland Club in Seattle in 1985. Do you want to hear about how I got fucked that Saturday night? I was eighteen years old, taller and bustier than most girls my age. I hadn't planned to waitress, but Inga Schneider, who was in my drama class at Roosevelt High, sold me - even though of course it was against the labor laws. "Com...
We were so horny. I couldn't believe how long it had been since we'd been out together. With all of our recent problems with sickness and death in our family, my wife and I had been stressed with her mom coming to live with us. To be honest it wouldn't have been so bad except someone was always there when my wife needed a good fucking. It was to the point w...
What had begun as a shitty day, had become the most unbelievable of my life. I had been fired. Working as a night ticket clerk in the subway wasn't much good to begin with, but it had been paying my way through college... why I chose Ancient & Medievil Lore is still beyond me. The rain was pissing down, the clouds black, dreary, broiling. I was walking pas...
Fidelma Anne O'Leary, former Irish Catholic and Professor of Biology at Saint Edwards University in Texas made waves when she converted to Islam. The tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Anglo-Saxon woman certainly didn't look like the Western world's conception of the average Muslim woman. And for a short while, the story of her awakening, her subsequent reje...
NIGHT –EXTERIOR The theme music fades and the still photo of the Conner house establishes that the porch light is off. CUT TO – INTERIOR –LIVING ROOM The house is dark but the television is on. The set is throwing out a bluish light on the worn couch but there is no sound. ROSEANNE CONNER, wife, mother and restaurant owner, emerges from the basement/her wr...
I can see your window from here. Not that there is much to see, the left window is always open, the right closed, the curtains forever drawn. I can even smell you from here, the house does not smell too pleasant, but I never could stand the smell of smoke! It isn't the houses smell that interests me, it's your smell, the smell of sexual tension radiates fr...
I couldn't believe the letter. It just didn't make any sense. I mean, it was well written--thoughtful and detailed--but the content wasn't possible. My friend Ella had no one else to turn to. Not many female friends, only work acquaintances actually, and certainly no male confidante in her life...no, "he" would never allow that. We didn't talk much any mor...
Author's Note: While this is a stand-alone story in its own right it is also a sequel to the story "Hypnotizing Cara" and so may make more sense if that is read first. As always, any feedback or comments will be gratefully received. There was a definite swagger in Dylan's step as he approached Cara's house. This was only to be expected though as fortune...
Lauren is different. Not bad different. Lauren is small, about 5 feet tall with no chance of her getting any bigger. She has simple features, C cup breasts with freckles running from just above her nipples all the way up to her short red pixie cut hair, and to top, or bottom, it all off, a plump little ass. Lauren wasn't a very impressive person except the...