Stephen Jerome Lucien, affectionately known as J.L. to his friends is, by all considerations, a good brother. Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents, he's a church-going and hard-working lad, who's sometimes a bit too good for his own good. And that is the source of much pain and frustration in this promising young man's life......
Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyr...
Jan was a farmer's wife. They had been milking 250 head for 15 years. Her husband worked all the time which had for a long time left him too tired to service her needs. He had bought her a selection of toys as a compromise but she missed the sensation of a hard hot cock inside her. At 48 her libido was growing and each morning after he left she would reach...
I will call this Mr. NFL or how I lost my wife but found her happiness. We had been married close to 30 years. She was five foot six, around one hundred and twenty pounds. Blond with very faint pubis almost looked shaved and very nice 36 D breasts. One of the things I always looked at were the legs, were they slim and was there a space between them. Just one...
You had the worst day: First, as you woke up, when left your room, your older sister throw you a glass of water in your crotch, and then she took a photo. You washed up, and you changed for high school. When you took the bus, you sit with your best female friend, Christy. You developed a crush on her, and today you tell her that you loved her, but, she, surp...
Oliver came home one day, from a challenging time working as a psychologist, a long day, with his head aching and his body almost folding in on itself. He wanted nothing more than his STUNNING, 5’ 7” blonde wife Sarah to cook him up some of her famously tasty food, and maybe, if he was lucky, the two of them would have a treat of some sexy times later. On hi...
I saw her looking at me from across the bar. She smiled. I smiled. I walked towards her. She continued staring at me. I sat next to her. She lowered her head, but her eyes remained locked on me. I touched her exposed thigh. I felt her hairs stand on end. "Let's get out of here," she whispered into my ear. I took her hand. We walked out of the bar. It was c...
Nils was first to spot the harbor lights. In the warm night, they shimmered over the calm seas. "Land ho! City lights!" he called from high in the rigging. He was a nimble young man with sharp eyes, standing lookout as he often did. He quivered with excitement. Late to reach his full growth, the ladies hadn't taken him seriously. But with a sailor...
Sandra war 18, und lebte nun seit ungefähr einer Woche in Berlin. Ihre Eltern waren irgendwie schon froh, als ihnen ihre Tochter eröffnete, dass sie nach Berlin gehen wollte, um dort zu studieren. Es war Sandras Eltern ein Rätsel, dass sie von so vielen Frauen im Dorf inzwischen angefeindet wurde, und darum hielten sie es wirklich für das Beste und unterstüt...
You're awoken by your phone blowing up in activity. Groaning, you pick it up and see what's going on. The group chat of your old friends from high school has gone crazy, everyone showing off and commenting on pictures of their first full day of 'spring break'. Annoying both that this woke you up, but more so in that none of these people actually go to colleg...