She rides, she shudders. She sucks air into her throat, says Ooh as it cools her. She squeezes your knees with fingers so tense the knuckles have turned white. She swishes her head down and you wrap your fingers around black and yellow hair. Regrowth is coming through, fresh, happy hair pushing the sad hair away. She's facing away, twisting and shimmying on...
When I looked in the mirror my face was a mess. My makeup was half undone, and my hair looked crumbled. I was in a room which was small by my standards, but my heart was full of excitement. It took some time for me to realize that this was my first night after marriage, famously known as Suhag Raat in India, where the bride is deflowered for the first time....
It was late, about 1am on the Iowa side of the Mississippi river. Pete was meeting some of his friends from work up here at his friends cottage. Just a weekend getaway. Just beer booze and cards. Then maybe a trip into town to the casino and strip club. He was supposed to have gotten here before sundown, be he had to stay late at work. He had told them he wo...
Note: This one is a bit longer than some, and I wanted to let the story come out a little more before getting to the naughtier bits. It's definitely outside my norm for this site, but sometimes I just let the inspiration go. All people involved are over eighteen. * "Seven dollars for a cup of coffee?" asked Colleen. "Did you really need that?" "The prole...
My friend had this 1958 Chevy. It was an obscene colossus of a car with a paint job consisting of peeling blue enamel, gray primer, body putty and rust. It used a rusty wire coat hanger as a radio antenna. Whenever one of the two massive doors slammed shut, a fine effluvium of rust would drift from the rocker panel to the ground. Inside the vast interior pl...
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Steven Brun. I'm a young Black guy living in the city of Boston. I recently graduated from high school and started college. I go to Boston College. It's a school full of rich white kids but I'm liking it so far. The city is big, much bigger than the small town that I came from. I'm from Fitchburg, by the way. I...
My wife is a nymphomaniac. Not a horror but an adventure story The dictionary defines nymphomania as excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire in women. Medical science classifies nymphomania as a disease. * * * Ours was an arranged match. When the offer first reached my ears I was not inclined to go through with the bride viewing process for the age...
My note to you ... thank you for checking out my stories, I appreciate it and hope you enjoy reading. This is the second in this series and I'm looking forward to sharing the rest with you. This story is copyright (c) 2017 by MirrorsImage. I hope you enjoy it. ~ MI Farmhouse Series - Ch. 2 - Fireplace It's more than just tempting to stay in the car with...
Author's Note: All website and profile names are fictitious. ***** I composed my Vault profile: 'For most of my adult life I was a dom. To the outside world I am well educated, travelled, independent self employed businessman, clean and healthy, reliable and sociable, not bad looking and generally attractive to women around my own age. On the inside, I am...
"I got a girl, named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me. I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me." Wharf Rat Grateful Dead, 1971 Music by Jerry Garcia, Lyrics by Robert Hunter ------ As I think back to that night, I still can't believe we fought over something that trivial. Nevertheless, I got mad, stormed out of Amy's apartment a...