My husband and I lived in a quiet village with only one neighbor, an elderly couple. Our children had grown up and were attending university and I worked part-time in my husband's firm. David, my husband, worked away from home, leaving me alone to run the small office and our home for what seemed to be weeks on end. Love-making was passionate between us but...
(Thanks again to Pennlady for her editing and the real life Busty Jessica for inspiring such a nasty story! Don't forget to comment and vote even if you hate it. I need the feedback!) * Jessica ended up staying with Seth. He gave her stability and sanity. He was definitely a freak like she was, but he knew how to control himself. She would disappear for da...
It was about two weeks after New Year when Jackie left a strange message on my machine. I got home Monday morning and amazingly, my phone was blinking. "Hey kid," it said. " Get some good rest Wednesday because we're going shopping right after the mall opens." What the hell! But I figured I could snooze until then. If I could get a quick nap before I heade...
Chapter 1: The Training Begins J bit her lip as she waited in anticipation. That was the worst part for her, the anticipation, worse even than the sharp pain that inevitably came. At least the pain faded in a predictable manner, and no matter how bad the pain was, she knew that there was no real, lasting damage done. But where the pain faded, the anticipati...
Morning had broken, such a bright morning. She'd enjoyed a leisurely shower while awaiting his arrival; lingered in the bathroom carefully applying the perfume he liked. Appraising her reflection in the mirror Katia felt the first lascivious stirrings disperse her apprehension. In her bedroom she put on his exotic choice of lingerie, method actress-like in h...
"Come on, Wahida, you shouldn't feel embarrassed, it's perfectly natural, in fact, I like your farts," Jonathan Stephens said, nodding nonchalantly while he looked Wahida Agbeli up and down. The young Ghanaian Muslim woman sighed, pretending not to hear what her classmate just said. The two of them were sitting on the fourth floor of the Carleton University...
"Have you called Deacon O'Connor today to see if he needs anything?" Lucy Kennedy sang out to her daughter who was watching TV in the living room while she finished up the breakfast dishes. "When he was doing the collection at church yesterday it looked like his knee was giving him trouble, didn't you think so?" "He always limps like that," Heidi responded,...
My name is Stefan Cherenfant. A big and tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Friends call me K.B. for short. I don't mind. We all seem to acquire nicknames at some point in our lives. Not much we can do about it. Anyhow, I was home from school during Christmas Break. This is the tale of how I had...
You are lying on your back, softly snoring – your scarlet red whore's lips pursed as though in a kiss. I tweak a nipple and you subside a little but you are still snoring. I go to the bathroom and return. You haven't moved – still on your back – still snoring lightly. It has been 3 weeks since I have allowed you to cum. You have served me well by keeping my...
The restaurant is intimate and secluded. Our booth is in the back, and we are more or less isolated from the few other patrons who are enjoying their meals tonight. As we are sitting close to each other, talking quietly, my right hand has slipped under the floor-length table cloth, and is tracing lazy patterns on your leg. "What are you doing?" you ask, pret...