Thrusting ... My cock thrusting into Monique's pussy ... thrusting hard, my cock filling her wet pussy with each thrust. Sweat trickling down my forehead, I've been fucking her for twenty minutes and still she has not cum. The co-ed's from school almost always have cum by now as I feel my cock twitch, my balls tighten ... inside her, my body trembles and my...
—Evanslily, thank you.— * "C'mon! Give me that—oh, damn." Noah always loved a vocal woman but tonight Jillian's barrage of instructions distracted instead of aroused. He'd been fucking her long enough—and well—to do without a GPS readout. "Yeah-yeah-yeah!" she chanted in one breath then sagged onto her elbows, groaning while she fisted the sheets. He sp...
This story takes place about six years after "McKayla's Miracle". If you haven't read the previous chapters, I suggest you do so first. There is not a lot of sex in this story, so if that's what you're looking for, hit the "back" button on your browser now because this is the wrong story for you. Please leave a comment or send me an email! ****************...
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...
It was coming up on Memorial Day weekend and Steve and Jamie had big plans. Their wedding anniversary was on May 25th, and because they got married on the long weekend, they planned to celebrate their union by creating their own "unions" every year on that weekend. This year, Jamie had something special planned for Steve. Jamie made plans with Steve's mom to...
This is the fifth chapter in my long series. The previous four chapters are published in the Mind Control category on this site and you really have to read them first or this story makes little to no sense. I've tried to recap the main points of the previous chapters in the beginning of this one, because of the category change, but there's just too much expo...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 15 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. BRUNCH, WITH SOMEONE WHO KNOWS A THING OR TWO ABOUT BDSM I was...
All characters are at least 18 years old. Apologies for the delay on this story. Real life got in the way but I'm back at it now. Thank you for your patience and for reading. ***** "So where do you guys eat lunch?" Jessica asks as she and Shelly are walking towards the cafeteria. "Out in the stadium," Shelly answers. "The royal court table is not for y...
"Hey, C.D., these seats are fantastic--you can practically see the stage from here! That's it down there, right? That thing about the size of a paperback book?" C.D. grinned at me, unfazed by my teasing. "Fuck, off, Jake. At least you're here in Madison Square Garden, about to hear your favorite band, instead of sitting at home watching NASCAR on TV, or how...
It was one damn fine day on Monhegan, as they say here. Don Annas came in from walking the path to the bluff and then back through the orchard. Sylvia heard the screen door clatter. "You got sand on those shoes?" she called. "Already doing it!" he lied, and kicked the deck shoes off to join the rest of them by the door. "I saw three deer! In the orchard by...