Derisive laughs and taunts filled the room, tunneling into my head. I knew I deserved them, I, a middle-aged mother and wife, had just used my tits to service a college kid who had done nothing but abuse me in front of his friends. I had never done that for my husband, the love of my life, but I had done it for him, a frat boy who probably didn't know my nam...
I drove a yellow taxi in New York long before Uber, Lyft, Juno and so forth made the whole thing so app based. You had to hustle out there and know where to find passengers on your own. Also, there was no GPS to help you navigate. I had a map unfolded on the front seat and other maps in my bag. Our fleet was mostly Checkers, but we had one Chevrolet Impala...
To my faithful readers, this is the beginning of the promised sequel to 'Ann: A Love Story'. You'll find it's written from a different perspective (switching from first to third person), allowing for more character development and personal interaction. It also helps to give more of Ann's viewpoint, in her own voice. The format is also going to be a bit more...
(Intro) This is the continuation in the life of Dale Horn and the never ending saga of both his pleasure-- and his plight while living in this new world of sexuality and discovery brought about through the hands of his caring, supportive Mother and as well, his long lost love Patti... Where we left off -and with every ones encouragement our Dale saw himself...
When Brad and Joanna arrived at his room, Marie Colton's personal slave Lisa, was waiting for them. The dark raven-haired beauty with a tint of red highlighting her hair smiled. "Mistress Colton sent me to look after Brad." It was a simple declaration and Joanna didn't ask why. Taking the leash from Joanna, it was a silent but known fact, she was now in char...
Last night was the greatest and most scariest night of my life. It could be consider both the best and worst time of my life. You see I had met the girl of my dreams. That girl name was Chantz Fortune. She was star of the movies Boss bitches. She was know as the strap-on queen or the bitch mistress. She was the cruelest mistress out there. She had a mind of...
"Well, I don't want to overstay my welcome," I said to Mel. Mel was kneeling in front of me on the floor of Sophie's room, Sophie herself on her elbows and knees suckling my tired penis. Sophie was wearing dark thigh-high stockings with no garter, and her mini skirt like a cummerbun. Mel's hand disappeared behind Sophie's heart-shaped behind to play with he...
PART IV - HOME FROM WORK I was suddenly snapped out of a daydream by the sight of two squirrels chasing each other across my backyard. The digital clock on the microwave read 11:57 AM; I needed to hurry. I turned from the kitchen window and got to work. After filling the coffee pot with water, I ground some fresh beans, turned the coffee maker on, and start...
Welcome, everyone. Thanks for checking out the story! This is 'At the Cabin', but despite its title, over time it became more than just a story about teens spending time at a cabin, because it became more about the characters than the setting as we expanded on their backstories, their families and the small town they live on. The story wasn't and isn't writt...
I've always had a thing for one of the girls at work, she is stunning and has a body to die for, nice long legs, firm pert breasts, curvy hips and an ass that some people would pay surgeons thousands to have. Everyone checks her out when she walks past but she acts like she doesnt know it and is, generally speaking a very nice girl, but she does have a wild...