I was 18, going on 19, when my oldest brother was getting married. My parents had waited quite a while before they had me. Besides him, I have three more older brothers. Everyone said that I was an accident. There was only room for three men in his wedding party so I was left out with nothing better to do than watch and run errands. Just as well. I really di...
It was two weeks later, and a fun two weeks at that, Kellie thought as she showered. Her hands slid down her body to her red and raw pussy, a physical reminder of just how many times she'd gotten off lately. She'd gone from a single vibrator-induced orgasm a day to averaging four or five at least, and not all on her own. Power really was an aphrodisiac. For...
"No you won't! You've touched it way too much already! There is no way in hell you'll stick that thing in my butt! Forget it, the deal is off! You couldn't pay me enough money to let you do that to me! Get the hell out of my house!" she screamed furiously at him. "Oh really? Wow, you sure are phobic about your ass. So this is the end of the contract? No mor...
This is the story of a rich man and his lust for young females and the lengths he will go to, to satisfy his needs including violence. Please feel free to comment on my stories. All comments both positive and negative are welcome or feel free to email me with your comments or ideas for stories. * There is something pretty special about being rich! I found...
This message is for all the less well-endowed Anonymous readers. I'm sorry for your condition. You really should stop masturbating while reading interracial stories. Masturbation affects your little minds, forcing you to write insulting reviews. Don't torture yourself! Read something else! * Tim Adkins and Kelly Morris worked for Slocums Tool and Die firm,...
We were NOT going to do this. He was married. And even though I was single, I knew I would be filled with regret... "And a big ole dick..." I said to myself. Nope. Nope. 1000 times nope. But I couldn't get Joseph's hard on out of my mind. I tried going on a run, a cold shower, even some extra strong mojitos, but I still had the image burned into my mi...
I awake the next morning to find I have rolled over during the night, my head on Anne's shoulder, my hand on top of the sheet just below her breasts. She is on her back, left hand on my forearm and the other unaccounted for, although the slight movement of her hips gives me a good idea as to where it is. I can't feel Tim's body behind me, and I have to guess...
She rode the subway into work as usual this morning. In fact everything seemed "as usual" about today. Everything, that is, except for the "special" pouch held tightly by the strap over her shoulder. It was the only thing out of place, and the only thing that could possibly indicate that today was going to be anything but "usual". The innocuous leather pouch...
Jill sat forlornly outside the modest two story farmhouse. She watched as the snow fell more rapidly. Her clear blue eyes followed a single flake on its random journey towards the ground. She felt like that snow flake. Her whole life had been at the mercy of life's random winds. She knew that she was totally pathetic. It had been almost three years since he...
Amy and Neil were almost done with the decorations on the Christmas tree. It was turning into a yearly tradition where they would have a bottle of wine, or two, and decorate the tree on Christmas eve together. They had no children yet so they didn't really need it up earlier, as long as it was up for Neil's parents on Christmas day, they were good to go....