Dear Tristan, I've tried writing this letter a hundred times. I know you've been waiting so long, and I'm sorry about that. But depending on how much of this you're willing to read, I hope you'll understand why it was so difficult. I couldn't decide how honest to be, not because I don't trust you, but because I'm embarrassed. I don't really think of myself...
Removing the towel from the bed, I jumped in the shower to rinse off. Mary collected her things in her bag and then entered the bathroom to take a shower. I looked at her and told her "Mary, I told you, I want you to feel this all day. No shower. Get dressed, I'm late for a meeting." She looked completely ashamed as she pulled her white granny panties onto...
All characters are participating in sexual acts with their full consent. If there are section where it appears otherwise, it is part of role play. There is no rape or non consensual sex in this story. Feel free to suggest more actresses who you want using the Big Dick Club, staring in the next few stories. I love getting feedback from my readers. This one i...
I suppose, looking back, you wonder how a lot of things happened in your life. Most of them – all of them – seem very innocent. A string of mishaps at school – fourth form, fifth form. Some embarrassing enough that I rub my fingers into my eyes at the memory, groaning softly. But still, even the worst of them are so childish, compared to the night that I sp...
My boyfriend Eric and I had just come back from the movie theater, making idle conversation in his car to dispel tension. It was technically our fourth date, but we'd been together nearly a month. Before that, I'd waited nearly a full semester before he got up the courage to ask me out. I'd known of course-call it a woman's intuition-that he'd wanted to go o...
"Welcome to your dirty thirties," I read the title of the online article out loud to no one in particular. After all, there I was sat in my London flat all on my own. I picked up my phone and listened to the solitary voice message I had received. "Hello," the Scottish female accent said, "Happy Birthday, you old woman. Sorry we can't be there, Jon's up to h...
Why? I asked myself. Why did I make plans to be somewhere during rush hour in this crazy city? Tokyo of all places, in the middle of the hot and humid summer. Let me tell you why. I arrived only a couple of days ago with only my carry on. My large valise had been lost in transit and for 3 days I have been limited in what I could wear. If my luggage did not...
Mikayla was unsatisfied. She rolled over and looked at her boyfriend Tony, blissfully asleep beside her. His mop of hair, normally kept so carefully swooshed, was tangled around his face, and he was snoring like a monster. Mikayla loved Tony. She reached gently under the covers and felt his flaccid cock. She loved Tony, but she did not love Tony's cock. The...
L’aéroport de Roissy était bondé en ce début d’été. Les vacanciers se bousculaient comme si leur vie dépendait de leur présence dans leur avion avant le départ de ce dernier. De temps en temps, une voix monocorde faisait une annonce dans un micro, dominant quelques instants le désordre ambiant. Des groupes se formaient et se séparaient. Les milliers de gens...
"It's this song," Bix started resting a hand on Eric's thigh. "It's called Tech Noir. It's by this Synthwave band." Eric's brow creased. "What's Synthwave?" the movie played in the background letting Kurt Russel's know-it-all swagger fill the room. "It's this sort of future-retro music I've been jiving too. Anyway, this song has John Carpenter doing the in...