26 Skeeter gets a home I drove straight home from the Waffle House. It was too early for dinner, so I loaded the laundry into the minivan. I drove to one of the two self service Laundromats in our little town. When I arrived, I lugged the two cloth bags into the chrome and glass fronted building filled with washers and dryers. As I walked by I notice...
Author's notes: VE: Todger65. Much love! You give the magic form and the dreams substance. Tags: plot driven sex, modern urban fantasy erotica, angels and demons, foreplay then sex, the power of a promise, building a harem, sexual power dynamics Warning: I encourage you to stop with Ch. 01, if you are looking for a story where everything always goes well...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
I'd love to meet any of my Seaborne girls, but here's a new-ish one. Heidi was a very, very small player in a story I did a little bit ago, but she's based on a very, very real person with exactly the same personality. This story happens, oh, maybe three months before my "Schadenfreude." I'm entering this story in the 2018 April Fool's Contest; please read a...
.........*** Chapter 20 ***......... Nicola moaned softly and braced herself against the bunk bed supports. Mark slowly pressed his penis into her from behind, letting Nicola lean back to help impale herself. For a moment they held still, Nicola trembling slightly. And then Mark started his familiar motion. In, out, in, out, his buttocks tensing while he st...
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