(WIP renommage des personnage avec le "nouveau" systeme de variables) Julie vivait dans un petit appartement avec ses parents : (Bruno) Bruno et (Valérie) Valérie DURAND. Au lycée, Julie n'était pas la plus jolie fille, mais elle n'était pas non plus dans la catégorie des moches. Ses parents s'étaient connus à l'époque dans ce même lycée d'ailleurs...
I got this interesting e-mail from this guy named Jeff who told me that he had read a bunch of my stories on Literotica and, after remarking how much he liked them, he asked me if I ever had any of the incestuous experiences like the ones I describe in my stories. That got me to thinking. First of all, it was very complimentary to me as a writer for him to...
Infertility hurts. That slogan is used on many fertility sites when discussing this topic. Infertility does hurt. It is imbedded into a woman from a very young age that every woman can be a biological mother. It is imbedded on our education of sexuality that from the time that a woman begins to menstruate, you can become pregnant. So much money, time, and e...
Shaun came into work over the next few weeks just waiting for another call like his first night but it was slow. He had gotten a few small jobs to escort a few small time TV and B-Movie stars to interviews and movie premiers but other than that not much was going on. Shaun had begun to wonder if what happened after the Grammy's was nothing more than a one ti...
This chapter, while it uses the same cast and setting as the first two, downplays the psychic stuff (but not entirely) and focuses more on the technology of the larger world- just thought you should know. The last exam of the semester was yesterday and Colin still felt wiped. It had almost been enough to make him not care if he passed; that night he was...
My heart was racing. I was warm and sweating. My mind was spinning and stomach churning. I placed the faded red-covered diary on the nightstand and lay back on my pillow. I was exhausted but unlikely to sleep much. My wife was fast asleep next to me and had been for over an hour. I couldn't put the diary down. It was incredible; never in a hundred years wou...
Dr. Catherine Young looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her beautiful light brown hair hung to her shoulders, framing her face. Just turning 30 this year, she didn't look a day older than 25. That was especially true for her body. She stood 5'9" and 135lbs. She prided herself on her tight rump and her firm C cup breasts. Every now and then, she found a g...
He fucked me backwards and forwards and when he was done he shot his greasy load deep inside of my ass, God it felt good. Hi, I'm Jolie, the cumslut. I'm a prostitute by hire, a whore if you will. I'm not like those uppity bitches either, I'm not doing this for the money to get to college or any bullshit like that, I just want a cock deep in my pussy and I...
Tammany hadn't been gone a full minute before there's a tap at the door. "Who is it?" I call, not wanting to look at the door or deal with who's behind it. "Stacie." I grab one of the threadbare towels Tammany had left by the basin and head to the door. "Jolie! Are you...he brought you a tub?" Stacie rushes in through the door, past me, and dips a hand...
Ever felt like you were on some sort of adventure that’s being filmed by some cosmic director, as if your whole life in one particular instance was a solo scene out of “Thelma and Louise”? That summed up my feelings at the moment quite well. I stepped out of my old 1976 Buick Skylark convertible, which was coated in a blanket of desert dust. The sun was me...