The party was one week ago now; where you met Ashley. As someone who doesn't find himself invited to many collegiate festivities, it was surprising you were there at all, and even more surprising that you had the luck to get close with such a pretty girl. Actually, luck doesn't even begin to describe it. Slender, pretty girls who go to State always seem to b...
The sleazy Indian clerk wouldn't leave. As soon as I let him into my place he made himself at home. At first I was afraid that he would force himself on me but after watching him indifferently trash my apartment I was wishing that he would do whatever it was he wanted to do and go. I stood helplessly fuming as he rummaged through my belongings. I couldn't...
If you read Parts I, II, III, IV, & V jump to the text just after the stars. As stated at the beginning of Part II, this would be best read as a series; however if this is your first look at the Sally's series, the following summaries will provide enough background to begin here. Summary—Part I After 22 years my wife found my porn collection and dumped m...
Salutations, people. Carol Siegfried here. I'm a young woman living in the City of Johannesburg, crown jewel of the Republic of South Africa. My parents Dieter and Maria Siegfried moved to the Republic of South Africa from their hometown of Heidelberg, Germany, in the summer of 1999. We've been here ever since. I barely remember Germany, and proudly consider...
Rekha Diwe was no great beauty. She'd known that all her 40 years. Even as village girls go in India, she had been quite plain. The teeth were uneven and her facial features rather masculine. But when she'd been married at age 18, her husband's family had been pleased with the gifts of sarees, kurtas, a milking cow, five pregnant she-goats and a collection o...
When I first came to BDSM, I was surprised to discover that the 1950's lifestyle was a fetish within it. For the little girl that was raised on the cusp of time and learned to make jam, sew and crochet before she could read, it seemed strangely comforting to combine my expertise as a homemaker with my kink. But as much as my masochist loves her pain, my subm...
In our last segment, my lovely wife Cathy had given me herself to me for Christmas as a sex slave. Calling her Angel would put her into slut mode, where she would do anything I asked: willingly, enthusiastically, and immediately. God she looked sexy kneeling there! Her tongue tenderly finished cleaning my cock. I reached down, pulled her to her feet, and ki...
"So how do you feel about this?" Vaishali asked her patient from her comfortable psychologist's chair. "I don't know," came the young woman's reply seated across from her. "I mean if I really had the answer to that, why would I be here?" Vaishali smiled to herself. It was a classic answer she had heard countless times in her practice. It was often said by...
I first met Manisha Dudhe on the eve of her wedding, when she and her intended husband had met to perform pre-marriage puja with the village pujari; the Hindu priest. She was 19 and the man was a boy really, of barely 20, with the illustrious name of Shivaji. Dudhe became her married name and it was a cause for mirth since it means "milk" in the local dialec...
Hi Wako's I was going to just post a comment about the story "John Carter". After typing for a while I found myself getting carried away with my comment. I then decided to post it as a humor-satire story. I asked for H2Owader's permission. This is the email I sent to H2O; Dear H20wader ©, I love your screen name. If I used WaterWader, would that be an in...