This is just a work of fiction, its for fun and sexual stimulation. Please enjoy as I did dreaming it up. * I had been having erotic thoughts for some years. Mainly they involved me watching my wife being molested sexually by other men and indeed fucked by them in some sort of gang bang scenario. This all may seem a little perverted but I guess the heart...
The next I awoke to a lovely warm and wet feeling of a pair of lips wrapped around my cock pumping and licking as I pulled the covers back Tia was giving me one fantastic blowjob and I was enjoying it too much to try and stop her. From the room across the hall I could hear Pt and Phil going at it one more time and this added to the pressure building in my c...
This is part 3 of Master Takes His Sluts Soul. Though you don't need to read the previous chapters to enjoy this one. I recommend that you do. I truly hope you enjoy part 3. little-nymphe I am at work starring at my computer, sipping the steaming cup of coffee. Trying to get motivated to do my work. Unconsciously, I smooth my hands over the silk fabric of...
My next-door neighbor is named Henry Friendly. He is a middle-aged man who has never been married and probably never even hand a girl friend and I've never seen a dog or a car around the house either. I've always thought of his as a reclusive. He barely comes out during the day and I never see him leave at night. No one ever comes to visit him and the mailm...
Layla ran from her bathroom to her bedroom and back to her bathroom. She couldn't figure out why she always did this. It was frustrating for her to be so unorganized. She'd been off work since five o'clock which allowed her plenty of time to be ready by now but had opted to take a nap. She had convinced herself to take a short power nap but that turned into...
Chapter 5: Bedding Ms. Minogue 5 Weeks Later. I found myself in a cafe, with an Espresso and Biscotti before me. As I sat, a very professional looking Blonde woman entered and immediately placed her briefcase on my table. She cracked the combination and presented me with several sheets of paper. She smiled warmly and introduced herself. "Hello, Brad. My...
6 am Alarm goes off I reach where you no longer lie, but don't feel quite as lost Every day I drive my truck A little farther into work before your memory catches up Radio on I'm not afraid I can listen to most any song the DJ wants to play Slow but sure I'm coming around No I'm not looking back I'm moving on now But I won't go so far as to say t...
Author's Note: This follows another story I've posted called 'OD or Something.' If you don't want to read the other story, all you need to know is that we've got two horny college students bailing from a loud party and running for the guy's car to have sex. Another thing about the previous story is its voice. Here, just as it was there, the voice is of someo...
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between characters in this story and any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. I swear. Would I lie??? Apart from the mention of Oggbashan - he's real, and I wrote this pastiche of his "Car Maintenance" story to commemorate his volumes of excellent work, and his humour and guidance on these pages. A side n...
The day started like any week day, my husband is up and ready for work, we share coffee together and I send him on his way, what a rut. I'm only 27 years old and the thrill seems to have left. Day in and day out the same thing. My day grinds on, I clean around the house. Tea, soft music, and the monotony of my day settles in around me, my familiar boredom ta...