Sometimes, I think pregnancy has made me even more horny than I normally am. The name is Roseanne Tremblay-Armand, and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I am happily married to a tall, handsome young Haitian man named Jean-Luc Armand. My husband recently graduated from Carleton University with an Accounting degree, and...
Lisa had never been with a woman, much less one less than half her size before but Mac had always told her about the fantasy he had. They had been together five years now and she wanted to do something special for him. In those years he had not only loved her but taught her to love herself for who she was. Before him Lisa had not believed that anyone could...
Living 30kms north of Toronto afforded my wife, Jean and I the peace and tranquility of the country while remaining close to the amenities of the city. We're both 58 years of age and semi retired. Consulting work on a contract basis leaves us lots of free time to indulge our many interests. Our home is a 110 year old farm house that we have completely renov...
When she was able, Jean dressed and left Scott's quarters, thinking it had been a very long time since she had done the walk of shame in yesterday's clothes. She both liked and disliked the taste of her youth. The power of the Phoenix, suppressed as it was, left her able to recover before Emma, but she wasn't in any mood to lord it over the White Queen. The...
'I can't believe she's taking me speed dating...' Jean thought to herself as the hot water stung her flesh. She knew it was time to get out, be social...it was the right thing to do. The past six months had shut Jean down. From moving across the country, to breaking up with her fiancé, to starting a new job...Jean had run the gamut and lived to tell about it...
"You want me to what?" Jean-Luc intensly interrogated. "...Fuck me...," Bobbie Jo whispered distantly. "Uhh..Huhhh," Jean-Luc sighed. "How...do you want me to fuck you?" "...hard....," Bobbie Jo tried to reply before Jean-Luc cruelly slammed his crotch forward, shoving the steely weight of his erection all the way into Bobbie Jo's syrupy depths before she...
Scott recognized instantly where he was now. The suite Warren had rented in the Waldorf-Astoria. The whole thing was burnt into his memory. The first time Jean had come back to him. It was almost disturbing how much he remembered. He let himself be led to the room, let himself go into it, and there she was. As sweet and innocent as she'd been before the Phoe...
I had been stripped naked by Auntie Kimberley Holmes. Auntie Jean stared at me, then she turned to Adele Howells. Adele was 49 years of age with short, jet, black hair. She looked stunning in her tight, white trousers, over her long, black booties. Her green, patterned, satin blouse was stained with Simon Bennett's semen. Adele's thin, red lips looked so inv...
Writers Note This is the twelfth and final chapter about Katie. The dates go from April of 2009 until the present. This chapter is long but there is a lot to be told. There is one section involving BDSM that might upset a few folks but that is not the focus of the story, even though it is a part of it. I have really enjoyed putting all these memories down...
Bill and Patti invited us to their new house for a housewarming cookout/ party. The cookout was on Saturday afternoon, so we drove down on Friday evening to have some fun before. Jean was wearing a long jean skirt that buttons all the way up the front. Heading down the highway, I noticed every time I hit a bump, Jeans body would jolt a little bit. "Are you...