"Come on love, we'll be late, do you have to tart yourself up so much, bloody trollop." "I'll give you trollop you old sod, now there's a fine thing my husband calling me a trollop, I don't know hey." "Serious Millie we are going to be late love." "OK, OK, I'm nearly ready Peter." "Ohh Peter is it, who's getting a hump on then, wrong week or something,...
She learned to live in the shadows and under cover of night, like the vampires she often read about. It wasn't that sunlight would be immediately deadly to her, no it was more insidious, luring her into it's warmth for hours at a time, for days in a row until after all the years it appears as blotches on skin, a mole that wasn't there yesterday, a di...
"Can I, like, stick it in your ass?" I was like, "Oh my God!" His cock felt real good in my pussy, but... "I – I guess so. Will it, like – hurt?" "No, Donna baby, it'll be cool. You'll love it." See, Trent is, like, this amazing hunk. He is so a total jock. He's captain of the football team, and he, like, plays soccer and stuff. And he's sooo cute! L...
"Hey Paige, guess who's staying at your Aunt Karen's house?" My mom teases as she sets her work things down. "Who?" I ask curiously. "Isaiah." She wiggles her eye brows at me. My heart just about stops as my jaw drops open. I can't believe it, Isaiah will be at my Aunt's house! My heart begins to race, wondering what I should where to go over for my cousi...
After day two of the gangbangs, Emma's getting into the swing of things. Even after an entire day and evening of fucking, she was still horny and wanted more cock. The current count is 253 guys for the two days, plus the six and me she fucked Friday night. Day three (Monday) got off to a pretty good start. Emma was wearing her cat suit and the guys were ve...
This story is about my wife Hazel and how she lost her sexual inhibitions on a holiday in Las Vegas. She will tell the story herself, but I just need to set the scene before my wife takes over, telling it from her point of view. It's about our holiday in the USA, and how one guy thought my wife was a hooker. MIKE TELLS HOW IT STARTED My wife, Hazel is 22,...
The insane author, Jenny Jackson, sat on a bench near the corner of 39th and 7th Avenue in New York with a yellow legal pad across her knees. The swirling snowflakes of late December danced at her feet as she watched her character, the Private Eye, Harry Dick, across the street. Harry was dressed as a Santa Claus bell-ringer. Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling... J...
"No I didn't have it on Shirley! What do you mean? Of course I wouldn't, would I? What about getting laid anyway, I never said that! Oh come on Shirley you're being ridiculous.... Yea but....oh I see!! sorry I got you wrong.... Oh yea right!" She laughed to herself then turned to me. "Carl! Yea .... OK but... um... you've just got to be at the New Year par...
"I'm sure glad we traded RV's," Jan sat in the passenger seat of the new motorhome and was setting up the GPS and laptop computer for the trip, "If Bob and Sherry are going to be staying overnight we'll sure be glad for the extra room." "Hey," Mike looked at Jan with a grin, "the old Class-C had a queen-size bed too." "You know what I mean." Jan didn't eve...
All the characters are at least 18 years old. This is a continuation of my The Good Years Ch.01. I recommend that you read that first to get to know the characters. Please leave any kind of feedback or rating, thanks. I walked into the hospital waiting room to see Brent's family talking to the doctor and looking very upset. Sam came over and gave me a hug w...